Midnight, jealousies and a bottle of scotch

[pointabinitio]

Who: Eames and Arthur
Where: Cobb residence
When: Pre-Canon
Warnings: Likely to be mature rating. You've been warned.

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[eamesofdreams]

He almost argues, reaching out for her again before he assesses the situation. He sits, catching his breath, watching her carefully, gaze hot and full of want.

"Arthur-."

[pointabinitio]

The moment he is sitting, she moved further before she could let herself think. Sliding up and over his lap, straddling him as her hand cupped his cheek, pausing at that look in his eyes. If she'd had any doubts about this, they evaporated in that moment.

Her mouth claimed his, hard and hot and needful. He tasted like sun and alcohol and sex as she shifted against him, hands moving between them to work on the buttons of his shirt.

[eamesofdreams]

Sliding his hands down her back, across the plains of her body, rucking up her tank top underneath his fingers so he can slide them underneath. His kiss is a little biting, sharp as he strokes down her spine, feeling her.

Eames shrugs out of his shirt when she gets to the last button. He kisses along her collar bone, letting go only to cup her breasts through her clothing, drawing out her breath.

[pointabinitio]

Her entire body felt electrified, charged just from the way he touched her. Not how, that it was him, fingers calloused from work and turning that chip over and over again in his hands and now brushing along the sensitive skin of her back, leaving her making soft mewling sounds in the back of her throat.

The moment his shirt was off, she leaned back, pulling away from his touch with a wicked smile as she tucked at the hem of her tank, pulling it up and off and tossing it aside. It hadn't even hit the floor before she was leaning in, suckling at the side of his neck as her nails raked lightly over his ribs.