[FIC] Eight Days A Week
Title: Eight Days A Week
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Word Count: 589
Summary: This story was written for this prompt, Eames is adorkable and sings Arthur Eight Days a Week by the Beatles. Mixing up the lyrics to make them fit for Arthur where required, at inception_kink
Disclaimer: I don’t claim to own any of this.
A/N: Couldn’t resist!! =)
Arthur was exhausted. He was working with a new team, and one member was dumber than the next. If the pay wasn’t so good he would have bailed on them already. After working with the dream team who performed Inception, nothing else could compare. Working with anyone else only caused him headaches; he worked longer and harder than the rest of them.
He couldn’t wait to take a hot shower and then curl up under the covers of the hotel bed. He walked toward his room and took his key card out. When Arthur opened the door, he could hear music coming from inside. His brow furrowed as his hand hovered close to the gun against his hip. Arthur slowly opened the door to see lit candles and Eames standing with a rose in the middle of the room. He had this goofy smile on his face, and Arthur’s heart melted. It’s been too long since he’d last seen his partner, but this surprise was just what he needed.
Arthur smiled and opened his mouth to ask what Eames was doing there, but was interrupted by Eames’ singing.
“Oh I need your love pet,
Guess you know it’s true.
Hope you need my love pet,
Just like I need you.”
Arthur’s eyes widened at the show Eames was suddenly performing for him. The forger walked slowly toward Arthur, shaking his hips.
“Hold me, love me, hold me, love me.
Ain’t got nothing but love pet,
Eight days a week!”
Eames belted the song, throwing his arms around himself. Arthur watched with his mouth agape.
“Love you every day boy,
Always in my dreams.
One thing I can say boy,
Love you all the time.”
Arthur couldn’t help to laugh slightly at the way Eames was changing the lyrics, even though this all felt surreal to him.
Eames walked over and placed the rose in Arthur’s hand. Then he ran back and jumped on top of the couch, grabbing the remote control in his hand. He used it as he continued to sing the song.
“Eight days a week,
I love you.
Eight days a week,
Is not enough to show I care.”
He jumped over the couch and threw himself on to his knees on the floor. He shuffled toward Arthur on his knees, looking up at him. He threw away the controls and grabbed one of Arthur’s hands with his own.
Eames finished the song on his knees in front of Arthur, squeezing his hand.
“Eight days a week.
Eight days a week.
Eight days a week.”
The song ended and Eames placed a kiss on the back of Arthur’s hand, looking up into his eyes the whole time.
Arthur stared for a little while longer, wrapping his head around what had just happened. He thought for a brief moment that he was losing his mind, maybe he was overworked. Arthur took his hand back and reached into his pocket. He pulled out his loaded die and dropped it on to the floor. Once he was convinced this was reality he turned to a smirking Eames and grinned.
The point man grabbed his lover’s hand and pulled him up into heated kiss. The stress he felt from working with the team of morons washed away as he relaxed into Eames’ arms. Without another thought, Arthur pulled away and dragged a willing Eames into the bathroom.
Arthur still planned to take a long, hot shower. He had Eames now to make this night better than he could have imagined.
The End
Comments and Feedback are much appreciated! ♥
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Word Count: 589
Summary: This story was written for this prompt, Eames is adorkable and sings Arthur Eight Days a Week by the Beatles. Mixing up the lyrics to make them fit for Arthur where required, at inception_kink
Disclaimer: I don’t claim to own any of this.
A/N: Couldn’t resist!! =)
Arthur was exhausted. He was working with a new team, and one member was dumber than the next. If the pay wasn’t so good he would have bailed on them already. After working with the dream team who performed Inception, nothing else could compare. Working with anyone else only caused him headaches; he worked longer and harder than the rest of them.
He couldn’t wait to take a hot shower and then curl up under the covers of the hotel bed. He walked toward his room and took his key card out. When Arthur opened the door, he could hear music coming from inside. His brow furrowed as his hand hovered close to the gun against his hip. Arthur slowly opened the door to see lit candles and Eames standing with a rose in the middle of the room. He had this goofy smile on his face, and Arthur’s heart melted. It’s been too long since he’d last seen his partner, but this surprise was just what he needed.
Arthur smiled and opened his mouth to ask what Eames was doing there, but was interrupted by Eames’ singing.
“Oh I need your love pet,
Guess you know it’s true.
Hope you need my love pet,
Just like I need you.”
Arthur’s eyes widened at the show Eames was suddenly performing for him. The forger walked slowly toward Arthur, shaking his hips.
“Hold me, love me, hold me, love me.
Ain’t got nothing but love pet,
Eight days a week!”
Eames belted the song, throwing his arms around himself. Arthur watched with his mouth agape.
“Love you every day boy,
Always in my dreams.
One thing I can say boy,
Love you all the time.”
Arthur couldn’t help to laugh slightly at the way Eames was changing the lyrics, even though this all felt surreal to him.
Eames walked over and placed the rose in Arthur’s hand. Then he ran back and jumped on top of the couch, grabbing the remote control in his hand. He used it as he continued to sing the song.
“Eight days a week,
I love you.
Eight days a week,
Is not enough to show I care.”
He jumped over the couch and threw himself on to his knees on the floor. He shuffled toward Arthur on his knees, looking up at him. He threw away the controls and grabbed one of Arthur’s hands with his own.
Eames finished the song on his knees in front of Arthur, squeezing his hand.
“Eight days a week.
Eight days a week.
Eight days a week.”
The song ended and Eames placed a kiss on the back of Arthur’s hand, looking up into his eyes the whole time.
Arthur stared for a little while longer, wrapping his head around what had just happened. He thought for a brief moment that he was losing his mind, maybe he was overworked. Arthur took his hand back and reached into his pocket. He pulled out his loaded die and dropped it on to the floor. Once he was convinced this was reality he turned to a smirking Eames and grinned.
The point man grabbed his lover’s hand and pulled him up into heated kiss. The stress he felt from working with the team of morons washed away as he relaxed into Eames’ arms. Without another thought, Arthur pulled away and dragged a willing Eames into the bathroom.
Arthur still planned to take a long, hot shower. He had Eames now to make this night better than he could have imagined.
The End
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