Midnight, jealousies and a bottle of scotch
Who: Eames and Arthur
Where: Cobb residence
When: Pre-Canon
Warnings: Likely to be mature rating. You've been warned.
Her heart was racing, mind quieted by the watery thrum of her blood burning through her veins. Nothing in her training, in whom she was, allowed for this but there was something about Eames she couldn't bring herself to resist. Not the way he moved, the aggressive way he even sat, and then that accent with his dry wit and rough ways.
Backing up step by step before she turned, only breaking the kiss as she gave him a soft shove. "Sit down,' she murmured, gasping for a breath, cheeks flushed as she pushed her hair back from her face, tongue touching her already reddened lips.
Where: Cobb residence
When: Pre-Canon
Warnings: Likely to be mature rating. You've been warned.
Her heart was racing, mind quieted by the watery thrum of her blood burning through her veins. Nothing in her training, in whom she was, allowed for this but there was something about Eames she couldn't bring herself to resist. Not the way he moved, the aggressive way he even sat, and then that accent with his dry wit and rough ways.
Backing up step by step before she turned, only breaking the kiss as she gave him a soft shove. "Sit down,' she murmured, gasping for a breath, cheeks flushed as she pushed her hair back from her face, tongue touching her already reddened lips.