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Title: Sitting In The Darkness (popcorn on your knee)
Fandom: Inception
Rating: G
Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Wordcount: 1,869
Summary: Team movie night.
Notes: Written for another kink meme prompt. Which was kind of tame for being on a kink meme, but I am in NO WAY complaining about that.
Disclaimer: Me = not Nolan.
Comments: are love.
"Popcorn?"
"Ta, love."
Eames reached forward for the bowl and when he sat back he settled a little closer to the left. Dom, to his right, smiled at the screen.
Arthur, to his left, shifted a little further into the armrest.
Ariadne turned back to the television and smirked at it, crunching away at a handful of popcorn. She ignored the gentle nudge at the small of her back and leaned back against Cobb's legs.
"Popcorn, darling?"
A snort came from the armchair that was steadily ignored, along with Eames. He nudged the bowl at Arthur’s thigh and smiled at the annoyed look he got in return. Arthur sat a little straighter and deliberately dragged his eyes back to the screen.
Eames just rolled his eyes and settled back into the couch cushions. He always managed to get the best seat every time someone proposed a movie night. Right next to Arthur.
Who smacked at his hand when Eames suddenly thrust the bowl into his lap. "Eames, if I wanted any popcorn--"
"Just hold that a minute, love." Eames leaned forward to shuck off his jacket and turned slightly to bunch it on top of the couch cushion, effectively creating a pillow for himself. He turned back around and took back the large glass bowl from Arthur's lap, letting the backs of his fingers graze Arthur's inseam.
Arthur eyed him suspiciously and shifted himself a little further into the corner.
-
"What're you doing?" Yusuf cried out, lunging forward as though he somehow thought he could pry the remote out of Ariadne's clutches.
"I have to pee, I can’t hold it in any longer!" Ariadne jumped up and ran to the bathroom, barely dodging the cat lying sprawled in the hallway. She let out an almighty yowl and bolted further into the shadowed apartment. Probably to hide in the bathtub and drink from the faucet, the little freak.
"Watch it, pumpkin," Eames called down the hall from his position on the couch. "That's my little girl!"
Arthur let out a long suffering sigh. "She's my cat, Eames."
"Yes, Arthur, but it's obvious Charlie likes me better and you know why."
Arthur grunted. Cobb picked up his beer and took a leisurely swallow to hide his smile.
Down the hall the toilet flushed and Ariadne bounced back into the room. "'kay, sorry." She flopped back down onto the carpet in front of the couch and smiled sheepishly at everyone. "Much better."
She pointed the remote back at the screen and Eames used the opportunity to let his hand drop onto the cushion in the nearly nonexistent space between his thigh and Arthur's.
Arthur narrowed his eyes and pressed his knees together.
-
"Hold on just a minute."
"Oh what the hell now?" Arthur grumbled. "Are we ever going to finish watching this?"
"Didn't realize you were so into Garbo, darling. Or is it Taylor who does it for you, eh?" Eames asked and obnoxiously nudged Arthur in the side with his elbow. "Eh?" Arthur just shot him a look.
"Can I get you anything while I'm up? Beer, biscuits?"
"Arsenic." Arthur muttered under his breath. Ariadne muffled a snort.
"Could you grab me a longneck, Yusuf?" Eames smiled at his nod. "Much appreciated."
Yusuf toddled to the kitchen and Eames stretched in his seat, nearly knocking the half empty popcorn bowl into Arthur's lap.
"Watch it!" Arthur reached out just in time to save his trousers from a fatal grease stain. "These are eight hundred dollar pants, Eames. Do you mind?"
"You paid eight hundred dollars for a pair of sodding trousers?" Eames asked, incredulous. Dom looked over and even Ariadne turned in her slouch to eye Arthur quizzically.
Arthur shifted, refusing to feel uncomfortable. "Before they were fitted, yes."
Dom shook his head and took another pull from his bottle while Ariadne whistled. "You're one smooth motherfucker, you know that?"
Cobb nearly spit his beer all over her hair. He managed to just get his own pants and began coughing uncontrollably. Eames, the kind gentleman he was, reached over and pounded him on the back. Hard.
"You ass, that's not going to help him!" Arthur smacked the side of Eames's head and bit back a grin of satisfaction when Eames winced.
Dom just waved them off. "I'm fine, I'm fine." He took a shaky breath and pounded his chest briefly. "Thanks, Eames."
"Very welcome, mate."
"Here you go," Yusuf said as he shoved a bottle between Eames and Arthur's heads. "I hope you don't mind, Arthur, but I took the liberty of slicing one of those rather large melons of yours."
Arthur whipped his head around and watched in despair as his prized cantaloupe was consumed by a man wearing a t-shirt that advised everyone to 'relax'. He felt his fingernails start to bend back from where they gripped the armrest viciously.
Yusuf paused with a piece of it dangling in front of his mouth, dripping onto the man's olive corduroy pants. "There is still some left, if you would like me to grab it for you."
"Let's just finish the movie, yeah?" Eames said and reached over to rub Arthur's thigh. Arthur started and tried to fuse himself with the side of the couch but he was already pressed too close to get any further from Eames. He settled for deliberately picking up Eames's hand and placing it in the popcorn bowl.
"Great idea, it's getting late." Cobb chimed in, once again nudging Ariadne with his foot. She hit the 'play' button and settled back.
Arthur tried not to grit his teeth every time he heard Yusuf suck down another slice of his precious melon. When Yusuf let out a pleased little noise Arthur actually let out a little huff. Next to him Eames patted his knee and left his hand there. Arthur shook his leg, to no avail, then dug his nails into his palms, doing his level best to ignore him.
-
Finally, they had somehow managed to get a whole thirty more minutes in without further interruption. When Eames looked down he realized Ariadne was curled into a ball at Cobb's feet, pressing a pillow to her chest and staring at the screen with watery eyes. To his right Cobb was staring intently at the television, one hand soothingly petting Ariadne's head. She let out a hiccup and Eames watched as Dom mussed her hair a little.
Ahh, young love. Wasn't it grand?
To his far left Yusuf was valiantly attempting to not nod off, his eyes tiny slits in his face. Eames watched in mild amusement as his head drooped and he snapped it back up, only to have it droop again seconds later.
And thank God Arthur had at least loosened up a little bit.
Eames had moved over the tiniest amount, giving Arthur the illusion of personal space, and it had helped enough to get the man to actually slouch. Now his head was resting on the back of the couch and his arms were once again loose, one dangling over the armrest and the other resting between their legs on the cushion, palm down. Eames stared at it.
It was definitely a mistake to assume Arthur was delicate or weak. Those hands had killed with and without weapons held in them. He'd seen Arthur once snap the neck of a man twice his size, his whipcord thin body wrapped around his opponent, in a manner that looked completely effortless. But when the thin cotton sleeve of his shirt was freed from those expensive cufflinks, and open just so, it exposed a thin wrist with a smattering of fine hair that Eames wanted to press his lips to. He imagined the skin there would be soft and warm and the thought of touching it made him go mmmm.
Eames let the hand resting on his thigh slide down, brushing the back of Arthur's hand gently. Arthur just made a noncommittal sound and shifted his hand a little. Eames waited a minute and let his pinky bump up against Arthur's. He kept his eyes on the screen and ignored the pointed look Arthur leveled at him. He shoveled a handful of popcorn in his mouth with his other hand to hide the smile of delight when Arthur just looked back at the tv.
Eames waited another few minutes before crooking his pinky, letting it rub over Arthur's. Arthur knocked his hand playfully and let out a little ‘tsk’ which Eames smiled at. He retaliated by letting his pinky curl underneath and then around Arthur's. He stroked the soft skin and hid his smile again with another mouthful of popcorn when Arthur looked over at him again.
Arthur shook his head and went back to watching the movie.
Encouraged by the lack of discouragement, Eames slid his entire hand under Arthur's and spread his fingers out. He watched out the corner of one eye as Arthur scowled but still spread his own fingers, letting them drop slightly between Eames's own and curl around them.
Eames bit his lip and stared down at their hands and Arthur reached up to loosen his tie with his free hand.
Eames slouched, tightening his grip, tilted his head to the side and rested it on Arthur's shoulder.
Arthur didn’t look down at him or lean his cheek against Eames’s head, but he did let the corners of his mouth curl up the tiniest bit.
-
Twenty minutes later the movie was nearly finished.
Eames looked to his right. Dom was now slouched into the corner of the sofa, one hand hanging forward and tangled in Ariadne's hair. Ariadne, for her part, had fallen asleep with her head tilted back, resting against Cobb's knee. He looked to his left. Yusuf had finally given up and curled into a ball in Arthur's armchair, socked feet tucked under himself.
And Arthur...
Eames looked up.
Arthur was still watching the movie avidly, eyes straight ahead. He didn't move when Eames was shifting around, checking the status of the other members of their team, even though Eames hair had surely tickled underneath his chin. Their hands, now pressed between their thighs, were still loosely clasped together.
Eames shifted his head again, rubbing his cheek on the soft cotton of Arthur's shirt. Arthur tightened his lips and continued to watch the movie, ignoring him.
Eames yawned and slouched a little more, letting his head drop to Arthur's chest. Arthur shifted, jiggling his right arm a little, trying to get a little space between them.
Eames bit his lip and tilted his head up, all big, watery, doe eyes.
Arthur looked down, catching Eames's eyes. Eames blinked up at him and stroked his thumb over Arthur's hand.
"Oh, fine," Arthur said, annoyed. He lifted his arm, their hands still clasped together, and draped it over Eames's shoulder so their hands rested on his chest. Eames made a happy sound and smiled up at him.
He snuggled into Arthur's side and let his eyes close, nosing Arthur's shoulder playfully to hide his smile. Arthur let out his breath in a huff and curled his ankle around Eames's.
"Quit looking so smug and eat your popcorn."
Title: Sitting In The Darkness (popcorn on your knee)
Fandom: Inception
Rating: G
Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Wordcount: 1,869
Summary: Team movie night.
Notes: Written for another kink meme prompt. Which was kind of tame for being on a kink meme, but I am in NO WAY complaining about that.
Disclaimer: Me = not Nolan.
Comments: are love.
"Popcorn?"
"Ta, love."
Eames reached forward for the bowl and when he sat back he settled a little closer to the left. Dom, to his right, smiled at the screen.
Arthur, to his left, shifted a little further into the armrest.
Ariadne turned back to the television and smirked at it, crunching away at a handful of popcorn. She ignored the gentle nudge at the small of her back and leaned back against Cobb's legs.
"Popcorn, darling?"
A snort came from the armchair that was steadily ignored, along with Eames. He nudged the bowl at Arthur’s thigh and smiled at the annoyed look he got in return. Arthur sat a little straighter and deliberately dragged his eyes back to the screen.
Eames just rolled his eyes and settled back into the couch cushions. He always managed to get the best seat every time someone proposed a movie night. Right next to Arthur.
Who smacked at his hand when Eames suddenly thrust the bowl into his lap. "Eames, if I wanted any popcorn--"
"Just hold that a minute, love." Eames leaned forward to shuck off his jacket and turned slightly to bunch it on top of the couch cushion, effectively creating a pillow for himself. He turned back around and took back the large glass bowl from Arthur's lap, letting the backs of his fingers graze Arthur's inseam.
Arthur eyed him suspiciously and shifted himself a little further into the corner.
-
"What're you doing?" Yusuf cried out, lunging forward as though he somehow thought he could pry the remote out of Ariadne's clutches.
"I have to pee, I can’t hold it in any longer!" Ariadne jumped up and ran to the bathroom, barely dodging the cat lying sprawled in the hallway. She let out an almighty yowl and bolted further into the shadowed apartment. Probably to hide in the bathtub and drink from the faucet, the little freak.
"Watch it, pumpkin," Eames called down the hall from his position on the couch. "That's my little girl!"
Arthur let out a long suffering sigh. "She's my cat, Eames."
"Yes, Arthur, but it's obvious Charlie likes me better and you know why."
Arthur grunted. Cobb picked up his beer and took a leisurely swallow to hide his smile.
Down the hall the toilet flushed and Ariadne bounced back into the room. "'kay, sorry." She flopped back down onto the carpet in front of the couch and smiled sheepishly at everyone. "Much better."
She pointed the remote back at the screen and Eames used the opportunity to let his hand drop onto the cushion in the nearly nonexistent space between his thigh and Arthur's.
Arthur narrowed his eyes and pressed his knees together.
-
"Hold on just a minute."
"Oh what the hell now?" Arthur grumbled. "Are we ever going to finish watching this?"
"Didn't realize you were so into Garbo, darling. Or is it Taylor who does it for you, eh?" Eames asked and obnoxiously nudged Arthur in the side with his elbow. "Eh?" Arthur just shot him a look.
"Can I get you anything while I'm up? Beer, biscuits?"
"Arsenic." Arthur muttered under his breath. Ariadne muffled a snort.
"Could you grab me a longneck, Yusuf?" Eames smiled at his nod. "Much appreciated."
Yusuf toddled to the kitchen and Eames stretched in his seat, nearly knocking the half empty popcorn bowl into Arthur's lap.
"Watch it!" Arthur reached out just in time to save his trousers from a fatal grease stain. "These are eight hundred dollar pants, Eames. Do you mind?"
"You paid eight hundred dollars for a pair of sodding trousers?" Eames asked, incredulous. Dom looked over and even Ariadne turned in her slouch to eye Arthur quizzically.
Arthur shifted, refusing to feel uncomfortable. "Before they were fitted, yes."
Dom shook his head and took another pull from his bottle while Ariadne whistled. "You're one smooth motherfucker, you know that?"
Cobb nearly spit his beer all over her hair. He managed to just get his own pants and began coughing uncontrollably. Eames, the kind gentleman he was, reached over and pounded him on the back. Hard.
"You ass, that's not going to help him!" Arthur smacked the side of Eames's head and bit back a grin of satisfaction when Eames winced.
Dom just waved them off. "I'm fine, I'm fine." He took a shaky breath and pounded his chest briefly. "Thanks, Eames."
"Very welcome, mate."
"Here you go," Yusuf said as he shoved a bottle between Eames and Arthur's heads. "I hope you don't mind, Arthur, but I took the liberty of slicing one of those rather large melons of yours."
Arthur whipped his head around and watched in despair as his prized cantaloupe was consumed by a man wearing a t-shirt that advised everyone to 'relax'. He felt his fingernails start to bend back from where they gripped the armrest viciously.
Yusuf paused with a piece of it dangling in front of his mouth, dripping onto the man's olive corduroy pants. "There is still some left, if you would like me to grab it for you."
"Let's just finish the movie, yeah?" Eames said and reached over to rub Arthur's thigh. Arthur started and tried to fuse himself with the side of the couch but he was already pressed too close to get any further from Eames. He settled for deliberately picking up Eames's hand and placing it in the popcorn bowl.
"Great idea, it's getting late." Cobb chimed in, once again nudging Ariadne with his foot. She hit the 'play' button and settled back.
Arthur tried not to grit his teeth every time he heard Yusuf suck down another slice of his precious melon. When Yusuf let out a pleased little noise Arthur actually let out a little huff. Next to him Eames patted his knee and left his hand there. Arthur shook his leg, to no avail, then dug his nails into his palms, doing his level best to ignore him.
-
Finally, they had somehow managed to get a whole thirty more minutes in without further interruption. When Eames looked down he realized Ariadne was curled into a ball at Cobb's feet, pressing a pillow to her chest and staring at the screen with watery eyes. To his right Cobb was staring intently at the television, one hand soothingly petting Ariadne's head. She let out a hiccup and Eames watched as Dom mussed her hair a little.
Ahh, young love. Wasn't it grand?
To his far left Yusuf was valiantly attempting to not nod off, his eyes tiny slits in his face. Eames watched in mild amusement as his head drooped and he snapped it back up, only to have it droop again seconds later.
And thank God Arthur had at least loosened up a little bit.
Eames had moved over the tiniest amount, giving Arthur the illusion of personal space, and it had helped enough to get the man to actually slouch. Now his head was resting on the back of the couch and his arms were once again loose, one dangling over the armrest and the other resting between their legs on the cushion, palm down. Eames stared at it.
It was definitely a mistake to assume Arthur was delicate or weak. Those hands had killed with and without weapons held in them. He'd seen Arthur once snap the neck of a man twice his size, his whipcord thin body wrapped around his opponent, in a manner that looked completely effortless. But when the thin cotton sleeve of his shirt was freed from those expensive cufflinks, and open just so, it exposed a thin wrist with a smattering of fine hair that Eames wanted to press his lips to. He imagined the skin there would be soft and warm and the thought of touching it made him go mmmm.
Eames let the hand resting on his thigh slide down, brushing the back of Arthur's hand gently. Arthur just made a noncommittal sound and shifted his hand a little. Eames waited a minute and let his pinky bump up against Arthur's. He kept his eyes on the screen and ignored the pointed look Arthur leveled at him. He shoveled a handful of popcorn in his mouth with his other hand to hide the smile of delight when Arthur just looked back at the tv.
Eames waited another few minutes before crooking his pinky, letting it rub over Arthur's. Arthur knocked his hand playfully and let out a little ‘tsk’ which Eames smiled at. He retaliated by letting his pinky curl underneath and then around Arthur's. He stroked the soft skin and hid his smile again with another mouthful of popcorn when Arthur looked over at him again.
Arthur shook his head and went back to watching the movie.
Encouraged by the lack of discouragement, Eames slid his entire hand under Arthur's and spread his fingers out. He watched out the corner of one eye as Arthur scowled but still spread his own fingers, letting them drop slightly between Eames's own and curl around them.
Eames bit his lip and stared down at their hands and Arthur reached up to loosen his tie with his free hand.
Eames slouched, tightening his grip, tilted his head to the side and rested it on Arthur's shoulder.
Arthur didn’t look down at him or lean his cheek against Eames’s head, but he did let the corners of his mouth curl up the tiniest bit.
-
Twenty minutes later the movie was nearly finished.
Eames looked to his right. Dom was now slouched into the corner of the sofa, one hand hanging forward and tangled in Ariadne's hair. Ariadne, for her part, had fallen asleep with her head tilted back, resting against Cobb's knee. He looked to his left. Yusuf had finally given up and curled into a ball in Arthur's armchair, socked feet tucked under himself.
And Arthur...
Eames looked up.
Arthur was still watching the movie avidly, eyes straight ahead. He didn't move when Eames was shifting around, checking the status of the other members of their team, even though Eames hair had surely tickled underneath his chin. Their hands, now pressed between their thighs, were still loosely clasped together.
Eames shifted his head again, rubbing his cheek on the soft cotton of Arthur's shirt. Arthur tightened his lips and continued to watch the movie, ignoring him.
Eames yawned and slouched a little more, letting his head drop to Arthur's chest. Arthur shifted, jiggling his right arm a little, trying to get a little space between them.
Eames bit his lip and tilted his head up, all big, watery, doe eyes.
Arthur looked down, catching Eames's eyes. Eames blinked up at him and stroked his thumb over Arthur's hand.
"Oh, fine," Arthur said, annoyed. He lifted his arm, their hands still clasped together, and draped it over Eames's shoulder so their hands rested on his chest. Eames made a happy sound and smiled up at him.
He snuggled into Arthur's side and let his eyes close, nosing Arthur's shoulder playfully to hide his smile. Arthur let out his breath in a huff and curled his ankle around Eames's.
"Quit looking so smug and eat your popcorn."