Smanie implacabili: Part VI
Ships: Arthur/Cobb, Arthur/Phillipa (one-sided), Eames/Phillipa
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The euphoria comes to an abrupt end.
A/N: As does this fic. I wore myself out with the previous part. This part is only just over 500 words. Fear not, there will be a sequel or two, courtesy of my beta, who has asked me to refer to her Commander Hope "RaptorJesus" Shepard, and myself. You'll be in good hands. She is a well respected author in several fandoms and is far more eloquent than I am. See the end of this fic for a special bonus ficlet.
Part I| Part II| Part III| Part IV| Part V| Part VI
The euphoria of reunion wears off quite suddenly three days later.
Eames takes Phillipa out to see the sights of Buenos Aires, or at least what he deems worth seeing. He drags her around the city to see a thousand things she couldn’t care less about, but his charisma and his arm about her waist keep her interested. They’re both tired when they return to Phillipa’s hotel room that night and plan only to fall asleep. However, the middle aged woman seated on the bed, smoking and watching a soap, seems specifically designed to throw a kink in the evening.
“Rosalia,” Eames says. He sounds happy enough to see her, but Phillipa notices that Eames keeps his distance from the woman and his hand on Phillipa’s arm keeps her back, too.
The woman watches them carefully, taking a long drag on her cigarette as Phillipa and Eames slowly inch into the room. Phillipa can’t read the look on her face and doubts that Eames can either.
“So this is where you’ve been,” the woman says. She reaches back to tap the ashes off her cigarette in the crystal ash tray on the beside table. “I didn’t think you liked them that young.”
“This is Phillipa.” Eames pushes her slightly forward. Rosalia’s eyes trace up and down Phillipa’s frame, then she takes another puff. She is quite pretty, just as the bartender said. The woman is much older than Phillipa’s jealous imagination had allowed for, but the years seem not to have subtracted from her beauty, only given it character.
“This is Dom’s girl?”
“Yes,” Eames and Phillipa say at the same time. She looks up at him, but his eyes are still on the woman.
“Is she in the business?”
“I’m not.”
“I wasn’t talking to you.”
Phillipa burns to say something, but Eames’ tight grip on her arm that only gets tighter when Rosalia talks back to her keeps her from saying her piece. It burns in the put of her stomach, and she clenches her teeth to keep it in.
“No, Cobb made sure neither of his children went into the business.”
“What does the girl do?”
“She works in an auction house.”
Rosalia lifts an eyebrow, then takes one last drag off the cigarette before she stubs it out in the ashtray.
“You’re going with her.”
“I am.”
They haven’t discussed this, but Eames says it with such confidence. It has only been three days since they reunited. For him to be willing to follow her would seem odd if it weren’t him and she weren’t so sure of this. Fear and joy replace the anger as she realizes it is what she has hoped for.
“I hope you’re happy with Miss Cobb and your share.”
Rosalia turns off the television and stands up. She smooths her skirt down, then offers a hand to Eames.
“It has been a pleasure working with you, Mr. Eames.”
“The same to you, Rosalia.”
The woman picks up her coat and walks out the door. Eames goes to the door to watch her go. When she is well down the hall, he closes the door.
Phillipa breathes a sigh of relief and flops back onto the bed. The spot where the woman was sitting is still warm to the touch, but Phillipa pushes it from her mind.
“So, what now?”
“That is the question, darling, isn’t it?”
Bonus CAPSLOCK Crackfic written with Commander Shepard. [R, language, sexual content]
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The euphoria comes to an abrupt end.
A/N: As does this fic. I wore myself out with the previous part. This part is only just over 500 words. Fear not, there will be a sequel or two, courtesy of my beta, who has asked me to refer to her Commander Hope "RaptorJesus" Shepard, and myself. You'll be in good hands. She is a well respected author in several fandoms and is far more eloquent than I am. See the end of this fic for a special bonus ficlet.
Part I| Part II| Part III| Part IV| Part V| Part VI
The euphoria of reunion wears off quite suddenly three days later.
Eames takes Phillipa out to see the sights of Buenos Aires, or at least what he deems worth seeing. He drags her around the city to see a thousand things she couldn’t care less about, but his charisma and his arm about her waist keep her interested. They’re both tired when they return to Phillipa’s hotel room that night and plan only to fall asleep. However, the middle aged woman seated on the bed, smoking and watching a soap, seems specifically designed to throw a kink in the evening.
“Rosalia,” Eames says. He sounds happy enough to see her, but Phillipa notices that Eames keeps his distance from the woman and his hand on Phillipa’s arm keeps her back, too.
The woman watches them carefully, taking a long drag on her cigarette as Phillipa and Eames slowly inch into the room. Phillipa can’t read the look on her face and doubts that Eames can either.
“So this is where you’ve been,” the woman says. She reaches back to tap the ashes off her cigarette in the crystal ash tray on the beside table. “I didn’t think you liked them that young.”
“This is Phillipa.” Eames pushes her slightly forward. Rosalia’s eyes trace up and down Phillipa’s frame, then she takes another puff. She is quite pretty, just as the bartender said. The woman is much older than Phillipa’s jealous imagination had allowed for, but the years seem not to have subtracted from her beauty, only given it character.
“This is Dom’s girl?”
“Yes,” Eames and Phillipa say at the same time. She looks up at him, but his eyes are still on the woman.
“Is she in the business?”
“I’m not.”
“I wasn’t talking to you.”
Phillipa burns to say something, but Eames’ tight grip on her arm that only gets tighter when Rosalia talks back to her keeps her from saying her piece. It burns in the put of her stomach, and she clenches her teeth to keep it in.
“No, Cobb made sure neither of his children went into the business.”
“What does the girl do?”
“She works in an auction house.”
Rosalia lifts an eyebrow, then takes one last drag off the cigarette before she stubs it out in the ashtray.
“You’re going with her.”
“I am.”
They haven’t discussed this, but Eames says it with such confidence. It has only been three days since they reunited. For him to be willing to follow her would seem odd if it weren’t him and she weren’t so sure of this. Fear and joy replace the anger as she realizes it is what she has hoped for.
“I hope you’re happy with Miss Cobb and your share.”
Rosalia turns off the television and stands up. She smooths her skirt down, then offers a hand to Eames.
“It has been a pleasure working with you, Mr. Eames.”
“The same to you, Rosalia.”
The woman picks up her coat and walks out the door. Eames goes to the door to watch her go. When she is well down the hall, he closes the door.
Phillipa breathes a sigh of relief and flops back onto the bed. The spot where the woman was sitting is still warm to the touch, but Phillipa pushes it from her mind.
“So, what now?”
“That is the question, darling, isn’t it?”
Bonus CAPSLOCK Crackfic written with Commander Shepard. [R, language, sexual content]