Prompt Post No. 16
Welcome to Round 16 of the Inception Kink Meme.
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When they meet in Málaga, it’s the first time Eames has seen Ariadne in three months. It’s the first time he’s seen Arthur in six. The job comes in second-place to company for once, fresh air and beaches and catching up. And under the Spanish sun, Ariadne burns, and Arthur pinks, and Eames tans beautifully, save for a thin little circle around his finger. Ring-shaped. Ariadne raises her eyebrows when she sees it, back at the cottage. “Were you wearing a wedding ring?”
“Hm?” Eames follows her gaze down to his hand. “Oh. I have one, somewhere. But I haven’t worn it in ages.”
“You’re married?” she asks, a disbelieving tilt to her head that Eames can’t even take offense to. He’d be disbelieving, too, if he didn’t know so well the weight of a ring in shaky hands, sliding onto a slender finger ( ... )
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We married so young, Eames, on his return. Like it was a sign. Like there was no one else, so why bother looking. Like Marry me again. And how could Eames not ( ... )
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Arthur untucks his shirt from his pants and shows off the only ink he’s got, a rustic, antique looking padlock right on the bone of his hip. Eames folds his waistline down until he reveals his third tattoo. A key. Same style as Arthur’s, same spot.
“They match,” Ariadne says, practically cooing. It earns her a glare from Arthur.
“They’re not matching, Ariadne, Jesus. They’re corresponding.” He’s leaning back into Eames’s chest by now, aching to be close like he always does when he’s got a little alcohol in him. Eames thinks, Fuck it, and wraps an arm around Arthur’s belly ( ... )
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