Fic: Take a Sad Song and Make It Better
Title: Take a Sad Song and Make It Better
Author: sunriseinspace
Character(s): Arthur / Eames
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I own nothing about Inception, it's characters or plotlines, including any recognizable dialogue.
Summary: "Whether we see each other next week, next month, never again, it doesn't matter. It's only time."
For this prompt on inception_kink .
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"Tell me not to go. Tell me to stay and I will," Arthur says, fingers tight against Eames' face and neck.
"Your plane's getting ready to leave, darling. Mustn't miss it." He runs a soothing thumb over Arthur's cheekbone, cups his hand around Arthur's jaw.
"But, what if--"
"No, no 'what if's, you know better than that. Our business is unpredictable and it's foolish to try to make predictions."
"That doesn't even make sense," Arthur laughs, the sound catching roughly in his throat. He pulls Eames closer, until their foreheads press together and there's barely even space to breathe between them. "I have to do this, don't I?"
Eames nods, nose rubbing against Arthur's. They really don't have a choice this time.
"I'll miss you," Arthur whispers, eyebrows crinkling as he voices that shameful secret. "I have no idea when we'll see each other again."
"Oh, darling," Eames sighs, breath brushing warmly over Arthur's lips. He kisses him softly, gently, a promise and a reminder in the careful contact of their mouths. "Whether we see each other next week, next month, never again, it doesn't matter. It's only time."
For a moment, Arthur's eyes go damp and his chin trembles, his fingers digging in until the tips go white against Eames' skin. He kisses Eames desperately, teeth and tongue and pressure, as if trying to memorize his taste and feel. And Eames clings back, pulling their bodies tight, just for a moment, just until the last call for boarding echoes tinnily from the speakers overhead.
"I love you," Arthur says fiercely, holding on 'til the last possible second. "Always."
"I'll see you later," Eames replies, pushing Arthur toward the gate.
Author: sunriseinspace
Character(s): Arthur / Eames
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I own nothing about Inception, it's characters or plotlines, including any recognizable dialogue.
Summary: "Whether we see each other next week, next month, never again, it doesn't matter. It's only time."
For this prompt on inception_kink .
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"Tell me not to go. Tell me to stay and I will," Arthur says, fingers tight against Eames' face and neck.
"Your plane's getting ready to leave, darling. Mustn't miss it." He runs a soothing thumb over Arthur's cheekbone, cups his hand around Arthur's jaw.
"But, what if--"
"No, no 'what if's, you know better than that. Our business is unpredictable and it's foolish to try to make predictions."
"That doesn't even make sense," Arthur laughs, the sound catching roughly in his throat. He pulls Eames closer, until their foreheads press together and there's barely even space to breathe between them. "I have to do this, don't I?"
Eames nods, nose rubbing against Arthur's. They really don't have a choice this time.
"I'll miss you," Arthur whispers, eyebrows crinkling as he voices that shameful secret. "I have no idea when we'll see each other again."
"Oh, darling," Eames sighs, breath brushing warmly over Arthur's lips. He kisses him softly, gently, a promise and a reminder in the careful contact of their mouths. "Whether we see each other next week, next month, never again, it doesn't matter. It's only time."
For a moment, Arthur's eyes go damp and his chin trembles, his fingers digging in until the tips go white against Eames' skin. He kisses Eames desperately, teeth and tongue and pressure, as if trying to memorize his taste and feel. And Eames clings back, pulling their bodies tight, just for a moment, just until the last call for boarding echoes tinnily from the speakers overhead.
"I love you," Arthur says fiercely, holding on 'til the last possible second. "Always."
"I'll see you later," Eames replies, pushing Arthur toward the gate.