HELLO IT IS TIME FOR A FLUFF TROPE FEST OF EPIC PROPORTIONS
THE PROBLEM: INCEPTION FANDOM, SOMETIMES YOU ARE SO ANGSTY I CAN'T HANDLE YOU. And I cannot get enough of fluff, the shameless, self-indulgent kind. Fic where they cuddle. Fic where they hold hands. Fic where one of them can't sleep without using the other as a pillow. Fic where Eames calls Arthur every pet name in the book. Fic where Eames tries
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Eames' hands are under Arthur's sweater vest and cupping Arthur's tits through her bra before Arthur can properly sit next to her in the browning glass beneath the bleachers. She crawls to straddle Arthur's lap as soon as she's in range, their knee highs rubbing together, Eames' shorts bunching where they meet Arthur's skirt in a desperate press, and Eames can feel the switch blade Arthur hides in her Mary Janes with the side of her cleats.
Arthur rolls her eyes at this show of exuberance, but Eames spares a hand from groping to tuck Arthur's bangs behind her ear to show she knows Arthur is showboating and flashes her a cheeky grin, “Thanks for wishing me well off before my footy match, love.”
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Arthur comes back from hols with this fucking gorgeous houndstooth coat, and Eames is sick with the idea of Arthur in nothing but that coat, the hem barely reaching her thighs, the lining silky and cool against Arthur's nipples. She thinks about it all the time, on her bed, in maths, on the walk home with Eames' hand loose on Arthur's hip, in that little section of park that Arthur likes to pull Eames into and snog her against a white trellis and vines hanging all about.
Instead, Eames buys Arthur a scarf; long enough for two.
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EXCUSE ME THESE GIRLS ARE *NEVER* TOO HORNY FOR THIS MEME ARE YOU KIDDING. omfg i love girl!Arthur and Eames so so so so much. i love how desperate and in love they are here. NEVER QUIT <3
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They meet when Arthur looks to be in a spot of trouble and Eames is passing by and happens upon them, and, obviously appearances deceive and all that because Eames saw a bit of a girl up against two big guys, and if Eames' winning personality couldn't talk them out of it, her steel toed boots might have a word or two to put in. Eames had barely ducked the first punch and kicked the guy in the shins when Arthur used the diversion to knee the other one in the balls and then pull a knife. Eames might have been a little in love right then.
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...that sounded less creepy in my head.
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They go a bit easy when exams come 'round because Arthur actually cares about grades (both hers and Eames' by chance), but it lends well to a decent cover for Arthur to be allowed out late on a school night. Eames is a little disheartened when Arthur utilizes this new power by properly going to the library, but is soon rewarded for her unending loyalty by the discovery of Arthur's library kink.
It turns out to be quite an industrious evening indeed, with them two sharing a bench in a removed corner, Eames pushing Arthur's french braid to the side and affixing her mouth to the base of Arthur's skull, heroically attempting a bite there, where only Eames will know of it. Arthur untucks Eames' shirt and huffs out rough breaths in her ear in what may be an attempt at reciting the periodic table.
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After that first meeting with the goons, Arthur just walks off with an unconcerned, “Thanks,” cool and dismissive, and Eames is too busy watching her arse walk away from under the sweet pleats in the school issued skirt to say more than, “Anytime, darling.” To Eames' credit, it wasn't as though she thought there was anyone she couldn't find again if she wanted to, and though she was appalled that there was anyone under the age of 93 who didn't have an active Facebook account, helpfully revealing all their secrets at the will of Eames' fingers, Eames found her just the same.
Eames just didn't expect to at the shooting range, (but maybe she should have).
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