[Fic] Speak Up
Fandom: Inception. Eames/Arthur. T / PG. 260 words.
Written for the prompt: Eames and Arthur discuss their relationship while under heavy gunfire. Over at inception_kink
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Eames' words can be barely heard over the loud rattle of gunfire and Arthur almost gets shot when his mind finally makes sense of what he's hearing. They duck behind a crumbling brick wall, Arthur scanning the ruined cityscape around them.
"What?" Arthur asks loudly when he has confirmed that yes, they are still dreaming and yes, they are still being shot at.
"I asked if we were dating."
"I know what you asked." Arthur confirmed, hands reloading his gun with practiced ease. "I just... is this really the best time?" He winces as a nearby window shatters.
The grenade launcher in Eames arms wobbles slightly when the man shrugs. "This is a perfectly acceptable time for discussion. It's fresh in my mind and there's no chance of anyone overhearing."
"Including us." Arthur reminds him, still trying to shake the ringing in his ear from the last explosion.
The hollow whump of Eames weapon sounds in warning before another explosion. "Is that a yes?"
"No, Eames. From what I can tell dates have to have occurred for us to be dating."
"Then what are we doing, Darling?"
"Nothing." He says dismissively.
"I think sneaking into my room in the middle of the night counts as something, Arthur." Eames protests. Cobbs voice crackles over the radio at Arthur's collar confirming that they have what they came for and Eames watches as the other man takes aim at his temple. He frowns. "You can't run from the question forever, dear."
Two shots ring loud and the crumbling wall collapses.
Written for the prompt: Eames and Arthur discuss their relationship while under heavy gunfire. Over at inception_kink
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Eames' words can be barely heard over the loud rattle of gunfire and Arthur almost gets shot when his mind finally makes sense of what he's hearing. They duck behind a crumbling brick wall, Arthur scanning the ruined cityscape around them.
"What?" Arthur asks loudly when he has confirmed that yes, they are still dreaming and yes, they are still being shot at.
"I asked if we were dating."
"I know what you asked." Arthur confirmed, hands reloading his gun with practiced ease. "I just... is this really the best time?" He winces as a nearby window shatters.
The grenade launcher in Eames arms wobbles slightly when the man shrugs. "This is a perfectly acceptable time for discussion. It's fresh in my mind and there's no chance of anyone overhearing."
"Including us." Arthur reminds him, still trying to shake the ringing in his ear from the last explosion.
The hollow whump of Eames weapon sounds in warning before another explosion. "Is that a yes?"
"No, Eames. From what I can tell dates have to have occurred for us to be dating."
"Then what are we doing, Darling?"
"Nothing." He says dismissively.
"I think sneaking into my room in the middle of the night counts as something, Arthur." Eames protests. Cobbs voice crackles over the radio at Arthur's collar confirming that they have what they came for and Eames watches as the other man takes aim at his temple. He frowns. "You can't run from the question forever, dear."
Two shots ring loud and the crumbling wall collapses.