Those Memories We Caught
Title: Those Memories We Caught
Pairing: Eames/Arthur [Inception]
Rating: R
Word Count: 2,551
Summary: Arthur doesn't like his picture being taken. Eames decides to ignore this fact.
The original prompt at the inception_kink
Eames glanced up from Ariadne's camera, mid chuckle, and caught Arthur's retreating back only moments after the point man entered.
"Oh. Look at this one!" Ariadne wheezed, barely containing herself in her amusement. She made the photo larger and zoomed in. Eames laughed loudly.
"Oh THAT is a good one," he agreed, smiling with bottom lip caught under his teeth. He glanced up but Arthur hadn't returned.
----
"You know this is getting a little silly, love," Eames stated as he slouched in Arthur's abandoned work chair.
"That's a matter of opinion," Arthur replied curtly, not even looking at him. "Up." He tugged at the chair and Eames leisurely rose to his feet. Arthur spun the chair under himself and sat, looking over his notes. "It's better not to leave photographic evidence."
"That's bullshit and you know it," Eames stated, lighting a cigarette. Arthur turned in his chair.
"Honestly, you get us in enough trouble without there being photographic evidence." Arthur smirked as Eames laughed throatily.
"I would beg to differ but I know when I have a futile fight before me."
Arthur gave him a skeptical look.
"I highly doubt that. In fact, I would say that's a blatant lie."
Eames sucked on his cigarette then blew the smoke out.
"Yeah. You're right." He grinned and was rewarded an amused smile.
-----
"I fucking hate you," Arthur muttered breathlessly. His arm was thrown over his face, exposing only his tussled hair and bruised lips. "I told you...five goddamn more minutes."
Eames kissed his forearm.
"It's always five goddamn minutes, love."
"I still fucking hate you."
Eames watched silently as Arthur's loud deep breathing filled the room. He bent over the side of the bed and reached into his pocket. Arthur stole a peek then sighed loudly.
"Give me one too," he muttered. Eames was silent as Arthur's breathing, slowly returned to normal. He lifted his arm just a bit. "What's t-"
Eames' phone made a fake shutter sound. Arthur shot up.
"What the fuck, Eames!"
Eames grinned and tossed his phone back on the floor.
"What? If you're going to run away from me when I want photos, I'm going to take them when you don't want them."
"That doesn't even make sense!" Arthur growled. "I don't understand your logic." Eames leaned in.
"Do you ever, love?" Eames kissed his forehead and Arthur slapped him. "Crap! What the fuck, Arthur!" Arthur kicked off the sheets and started pulling his clothes on forcibly.
"I told you not to fucking take pictures! Listen to me once in a while!" Arthur snapped. He pulled on his shirt and with his shirt unbuttoned and his pants undone, Arthur stormed into the bathroom.
"Oh come on!" Eames called after him but Arthur didn't reply. Eames waited for five minutes, hearing the toilet flush and the faucet run briefly.
Arthur exited fully dressed and showing no sign that he had been spending the last few hours finding and exploiting every intimate detail of Eames' body.
"Arthur-"
"Shut up." Arthur fixed his tie and pushed back his still damp hair. "I told you no."
"Aren't you being a little irrational?"
That earned Eames a harsh glare.
"Fuck you." Arthur grabbed his jacket and stormed out of the hotel room.
Eames sighed loudly and lay back on the bed. It was still damp and smelled of Arthur. And himself. And sex. He turned and grinned into the dirty hotel sheets.
----
"Morning," Eames greeted the others. No one but Ariadne looked up. She waved him over in excited silence. Eames held up his index finger and approached Arthur.
"What do you want?" the point man whispered with no bite but fully distracted. Eames set the cup in his hand down and pressed a chaste kiss to his forehead. Arthur pushed the cup off his papers but didn't say anything or throw it in the bin beside him.
Eames grinned and joined Ariadne.
"What's up?" he asked, knowing she must have something interesting. She shuffled through the photos on her digital camera.
"Look at this," she whispered then choked on her own laugh. Eames bit both lips and chuckled. Ariadne looked to him and laughed loudly. Eames quickly joined her as they shared devious gazes.
A loud slam interrupted their laughter. They fell silent as everyone looked at the source of the sound.
"Can you two keep that to your own time?" Cobb snapped. Even Arthur looked like he thought Cobb was overreacting. The point man sipped his coffee and returned to work.
"I have more," Ariadne whispered despite Cobb's annoyed glare. "I'll show you them AFTER work," she spat, at Cobb, slowly pronouncing each sound sharply.
"I look forward to it, dear."
---
Arthur wiped his lips when he heard the fake camera shutter. He looked up with an unamused and deadly glare.
"Really?" Arthur snapped, his hand dropping forcefully to the ground. Eames bit his lower lip as he lowered his phone, a devilish smile still peaking out. Arthur's lips were bruised from sucking Eames off with cum still on the side of his mouth. Eames reached forward to wipe it off but Arthur slapped it away.
"Ow. You're so cruel, Arthur."
Arthur quickly pushed himself to his feet and wiped his lips with a rough wipe and stormed out of the stairwell. Eames buckled his pants and sighed. He looked at the photo. Arthur's gaze was turned down as he wiped the mess dripping from his mouth. Eames swallowed hard and pocketed his phone.
----
"Arthur! Arthur!" Ariadne called across the warehouse, her voice echoing around them. Arthur glanced over his shoulder, his posture rigid and elegant. Eames couldn't help but openly stare.
"Yes?"
"I want to take a photo."
"No," Arthur replied, his voice flat and final. Ariadne's face fell.
"But-"
"I'm sorry. No."
Ariadne looked at her camera then sighed.
"Fine." She fingered a few buttons on the device then grinned. "Yusuf!"
"Yes!" the chemist replied cheerfully.
"You busy?" Ariadne called, already distracted from her disappointment.
Arthur turned to Eames. The forger sat lazily in one of the lawn chairs.
"What?" Arthur asked. Eames looked around to make sure he was being addressed then shrugged.
"I didn't say anything."
"I can practically hear the wheels in your head trying to move."
Eames chuckled.
"Thank you, Arthur." He pushed himself to his feet. "But contrary to what you believe, I don't always think about you and what lovely things I could do to that flexible body of yours."
Arthur rolled his eyes and returned to his work. Eames smirked slyly and went to see what Yusuf and Ariadne were getting to.
----
Eames watched Arthur, Cobb and Ariadne sleep. Yusuf nudged his shoulder and offered him a cup of tea.
"Thanks," Eames muttered against the rim of the cup. Yusuf leaned back on the table, his own cup in hand as he joined Eames in watching their teammates.
"This is a little creepy," Yusuf finally spoke. Eames grinned.
"Only if you're a pervert." He sipped his tea. "Which we are." They chuckled.
"So what's the deal with Arthur and photographs?"
"What makes you think I would know?"
Yusuf shrugged.
"Well..."
"Ariadne might know. Cobb probably knows."
"But you're more likely to tell." Eames bit back his amusement. It was the truth. "And I already asked."
"Oh?" Eames asked, his interest peaked.
"Yeah, I got nothing." Eames gave him a look to show he was unamused at the game.
"Well I'm definitely not telling you anything now."
"But you'll show me what you have?" Yusuf teased with a grin. Eames looked back to Arthur and the others.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
It was Yusuf's turn to be unsatisfied.
"Bullshit. I've seen you."
Eames thumbed his phone in his pocket.
"Shut up."
"Oh come on."
Eames looked at him.
"Really. Shut it."
Yusuf rolled his eyes and they fell into silence. The three dreamers, unaware of their surroundings, slept on, trusting in Yusuf and Eames' discretion.
----
Arthur turned at his breakfast nook to follow Eames with his body as the forger put two plates down.
"I want to see it," Arthur spoke clearly. Eames glanced over his shoulder at him then went back to the kitchen to get silverware.
"See what, love?"
"You know what I'm talking about," Arthur replied matter of factly.
"No, actually, Arthur. I don't." Eames sat down and grinned before starting to eat. Arthur slid off the stool and sat across from his guest.
"The photos. On your phone."
Eames stole Arthur a glance then took a bite.
"Don't know what you're talking about," he muttered.
"Don't bullshit me. I want to see them. They are pictures of me."
"I deleted them."
Arthur glared at him.
"What?" Eames asked innocently. "I did."
"Because..." Arthur started. Eames tried not to smile but a grin broke out. Arthur was really too good.
"Because I already uploaded them to my computer."
"You don't own a computer," Arthur snapped. His brows furrowed at Eames' game.
"Just because you haven't seen it doesn't mean it doesn't exist," Eames teased. "Now eat up before it gets cold."
Arthur shook his head but Eames could see an amused smile creeping onto the younger man's face.
"I'm going to find them."
"I look forward to it," Eames encouraged. Arthur shook his head but chuckled as he started eating.
---
Arthur paused in front of a beautiful building. His eyes scanned the high arches and column capitals of the entranceway. He had to squint to see the detail far above his head.
There was the familiar snap of a camera shutter.
Arthur sighed and turned. Eames looked at his phone and grinned at his shot. He glanced up and smiled when he noticed Arthur was looking at him.
"Don't mind me, darling."
Arthur held his hand out.
"Let me see it."
Eames grabbed Arthur's hand, his thumb rubbing against Arthur's wrist.
"Come on. You promised to show me something worth these ridiculous ticket prices." Arthur smirked and let Eames drag him into the building.
---
"Arthur..." Eames muttered.
"What?" Arthur groaned -half whined-as Eames pushed forward.
"Tell me about your thing with getting your picture taken."
Arthur whimpered as Eames pulled back and rested on his hands, towering over him.
"You want to talk about this now!?" Arthur squeaked indignantly.
"It's just...I had an idea."
Arthur's eyes grew large.
"No! Just...God, please stop talking," Arthur muttered, pulling Eames forward and burying his face into Eames' tattooed skin. Eames grinned and leaned in toward Arthur's ear.
"But I thought you liked when I talked."
Arthur's groaned loudly and his nails dug into Eames' back.
---
Arthur looked up as Eames draped his arms over his shoulders.
"Wha-"
The camera shutter broke off his question. Eames smiled at his photo then turned it toward Arthur. Arthur looked at the picture.
"Looks good, hm?"
Arthur stared at himself looking relaxed with Eames' arms draped over him. He reached forward and closed the phone.
"You ruined it with your ugly face," Arthur teased and stood up, shoving Eames' arms off. Eames leaned over the couch back and grinned. He opened his phone again and looked at his photo, biting his thumbnail in thought.
Arthur paused mid step to the kitchen when he heard the camera snap again. He glanced back and sure enough Eames was grinning lecherously at his phone. Arthur shook his head and walked away.
---
Arthur lay in their bed, his cheek pressed into his pillow. Eames read quietly, his free hand fingering the small scar on Arthur's shoulder.
"I used to see a guy who liked to take photos of me," Arthur stated. Eames paused and turned toward him, putting his book down. Arthur picked at the edge of his pillow. "You know...in bed. Out of bed. Everywhere really." Arthur was silent for a moment.
"You get used to being the center of their attention after a while. But..." Arthur looked up at Eames. "He liked showing people." Arthur turned onto his back and stared at the ceiling. "Not just friends but at shows and...he never asked," Arthur muttered, his face scrunching up at the memory. "To have people see me like that. Anyone see me..."
Eames pushed back Arthur's hair from his temple although it didn't need to be.
"I deleted his digitals when we broke up. He burned the others and seeing them all ripped and burned... The moments." Arthur sighed loudly. "And I know there's probably still some out there..."
Eames smiled and lay beside Arthur, his book falling to the floor, forgotten.
"Well I don't know what to say to make you feel better," Eames admitted. "But I don't share my pictures." He chuckled. "Although I'd be lying if I said I wasn't tempted." Arthur stared at him, not sure what to say in reply. Eames pulled Arthur closer and whispered in his ear. "I like being able to see your face whenever I want. Even when you're out and busy." Arthur smiled.
"That's pretty sappy, even for you."
"Don't tell anyone."
Arthur laughed softly.
"Seriously. I will never live it down if Yusuf, or worse, Ariadne found out." Arthur laughed loudly. Eames kissed Arthur's forehead.
"Good night," Arthur whispered.
"Good night, Arthur."
----
"Leave it to you to go old school," Eames muttered, reaching up and pulling the developing photo from the camera. He waved the thick plastic back and forth quickly.
"You know that does nothing to quicken the process," Arthur informed him.
"No," Eames replied truthfully. "But I don't care." He smacked Arthur's bare torso repeatedly with the photo. Arthur yanked it away and looked at the polarizing image.
Eames laid on his back under Arthur, his shirt long ago discarded and his fingers splayed across the stretched fabric separating him from his lover's thighs. Arthur's body was a welcoming warmth and weight straddling above him. Around the back of Arthur's neck was the camera strap to the Polaroid camera he had bought at a pawn shop earlier in the week. Photos scattered the bed and floor as Arthur snapped pictures and discarded them in favor of the new image before him, waiting to be capture.
Eames looked at one of the developed images and smiled.
"You're turning into a proper voyeur, if I do say so myself," Eames teased. Arthur looked at it and Eames could see the slight upturn of his lips. Arthur tossed the photo away and pulled the camera strap from his neck.
"I guess I can see the appeal," Arthur murmured as he leaned in to kiss Eames. He placed the camera on the floor then let the strap slip from his fingers. Eames smiled against Arthur's lips and pulled him in, tangling themselves in the sheets and their bodies flushed against one another.
"Just wait until you see the gems I have," Eames whispered. He was rewarded with an amused chuckle and Arthur squeezed his arms around Eames' broad shoulders.
----
Cobb clicked on the next file and could feel the vein in his forehead throb.
"Ariadne! What have you been showing everyone!?" he shouted.
Ariadne looked over her shoulder from the other room and bit her lower lip nervously. Uh...maybe she shouldn't have shown Eames and Yusuf THAT one...or maybe half of them? ...Maybe?
Pairing: Eames/Arthur [Inception]
Rating: R
Word Count: 2,551
Summary: Arthur doesn't like his picture being taken. Eames decides to ignore this fact.
The original prompt at the inception_kink
Eames glanced up from Ariadne's camera, mid chuckle, and caught Arthur's retreating back only moments after the point man entered.
"Oh. Look at this one!" Ariadne wheezed, barely containing herself in her amusement. She made the photo larger and zoomed in. Eames laughed loudly.
"Oh THAT is a good one," he agreed, smiling with bottom lip caught under his teeth. He glanced up but Arthur hadn't returned.
----
"You know this is getting a little silly, love," Eames stated as he slouched in Arthur's abandoned work chair.
"That's a matter of opinion," Arthur replied curtly, not even looking at him. "Up." He tugged at the chair and Eames leisurely rose to his feet. Arthur spun the chair under himself and sat, looking over his notes. "It's better not to leave photographic evidence."
"That's bullshit and you know it," Eames stated, lighting a cigarette. Arthur turned in his chair.
"Honestly, you get us in enough trouble without there being photographic evidence." Arthur smirked as Eames laughed throatily.
"I would beg to differ but I know when I have a futile fight before me."
Arthur gave him a skeptical look.
"I highly doubt that. In fact, I would say that's a blatant lie."
Eames sucked on his cigarette then blew the smoke out.
"Yeah. You're right." He grinned and was rewarded an amused smile.
-----
"I fucking hate you," Arthur muttered breathlessly. His arm was thrown over his face, exposing only his tussled hair and bruised lips. "I told you...five goddamn more minutes."
Eames kissed his forearm.
"It's always five goddamn minutes, love."
"I still fucking hate you."
Eames watched silently as Arthur's loud deep breathing filled the room. He bent over the side of the bed and reached into his pocket. Arthur stole a peek then sighed loudly.
"Give me one too," he muttered. Eames was silent as Arthur's breathing, slowly returned to normal. He lifted his arm just a bit. "What's t-"
Eames' phone made a fake shutter sound. Arthur shot up.
"What the fuck, Eames!"
Eames grinned and tossed his phone back on the floor.
"What? If you're going to run away from me when I want photos, I'm going to take them when you don't want them."
"That doesn't even make sense!" Arthur growled. "I don't understand your logic." Eames leaned in.
"Do you ever, love?" Eames kissed his forehead and Arthur slapped him. "Crap! What the fuck, Arthur!" Arthur kicked off the sheets and started pulling his clothes on forcibly.
"I told you not to fucking take pictures! Listen to me once in a while!" Arthur snapped. He pulled on his shirt and with his shirt unbuttoned and his pants undone, Arthur stormed into the bathroom.
"Oh come on!" Eames called after him but Arthur didn't reply. Eames waited for five minutes, hearing the toilet flush and the faucet run briefly.
Arthur exited fully dressed and showing no sign that he had been spending the last few hours finding and exploiting every intimate detail of Eames' body.
"Arthur-"
"Shut up." Arthur fixed his tie and pushed back his still damp hair. "I told you no."
"Aren't you being a little irrational?"
That earned Eames a harsh glare.
"Fuck you." Arthur grabbed his jacket and stormed out of the hotel room.
Eames sighed loudly and lay back on the bed. It was still damp and smelled of Arthur. And himself. And sex. He turned and grinned into the dirty hotel sheets.
----
"Morning," Eames greeted the others. No one but Ariadne looked up. She waved him over in excited silence. Eames held up his index finger and approached Arthur.
"What do you want?" the point man whispered with no bite but fully distracted. Eames set the cup in his hand down and pressed a chaste kiss to his forehead. Arthur pushed the cup off his papers but didn't say anything or throw it in the bin beside him.
Eames grinned and joined Ariadne.
"What's up?" he asked, knowing she must have something interesting. She shuffled through the photos on her digital camera.
"Look at this," she whispered then choked on her own laugh. Eames bit both lips and chuckled. Ariadne looked to him and laughed loudly. Eames quickly joined her as they shared devious gazes.
A loud slam interrupted their laughter. They fell silent as everyone looked at the source of the sound.
"Can you two keep that to your own time?" Cobb snapped. Even Arthur looked like he thought Cobb was overreacting. The point man sipped his coffee and returned to work.
"I have more," Ariadne whispered despite Cobb's annoyed glare. "I'll show you them AFTER work," she spat, at Cobb, slowly pronouncing each sound sharply.
"I look forward to it, dear."
---
Arthur wiped his lips when he heard the fake camera shutter. He looked up with an unamused and deadly glare.
"Really?" Arthur snapped, his hand dropping forcefully to the ground. Eames bit his lower lip as he lowered his phone, a devilish smile still peaking out. Arthur's lips were bruised from sucking Eames off with cum still on the side of his mouth. Eames reached forward to wipe it off but Arthur slapped it away.
"Ow. You're so cruel, Arthur."
Arthur quickly pushed himself to his feet and wiped his lips with a rough wipe and stormed out of the stairwell. Eames buckled his pants and sighed. He looked at the photo. Arthur's gaze was turned down as he wiped the mess dripping from his mouth. Eames swallowed hard and pocketed his phone.
----
"Arthur! Arthur!" Ariadne called across the warehouse, her voice echoing around them. Arthur glanced over his shoulder, his posture rigid and elegant. Eames couldn't help but openly stare.
"Yes?"
"I want to take a photo."
"No," Arthur replied, his voice flat and final. Ariadne's face fell.
"But-"
"I'm sorry. No."
Ariadne looked at her camera then sighed.
"Fine." She fingered a few buttons on the device then grinned. "Yusuf!"
"Yes!" the chemist replied cheerfully.
"You busy?" Ariadne called, already distracted from her disappointment.
Arthur turned to Eames. The forger sat lazily in one of the lawn chairs.
"What?" Arthur asked. Eames looked around to make sure he was being addressed then shrugged.
"I didn't say anything."
"I can practically hear the wheels in your head trying to move."
Eames chuckled.
"Thank you, Arthur." He pushed himself to his feet. "But contrary to what you believe, I don't always think about you and what lovely things I could do to that flexible body of yours."
Arthur rolled his eyes and returned to his work. Eames smirked slyly and went to see what Yusuf and Ariadne were getting to.
----
Eames watched Arthur, Cobb and Ariadne sleep. Yusuf nudged his shoulder and offered him a cup of tea.
"Thanks," Eames muttered against the rim of the cup. Yusuf leaned back on the table, his own cup in hand as he joined Eames in watching their teammates.
"This is a little creepy," Yusuf finally spoke. Eames grinned.
"Only if you're a pervert." He sipped his tea. "Which we are." They chuckled.
"So what's the deal with Arthur and photographs?"
"What makes you think I would know?"
Yusuf shrugged.
"Well..."
"Ariadne might know. Cobb probably knows."
"But you're more likely to tell." Eames bit back his amusement. It was the truth. "And I already asked."
"Oh?" Eames asked, his interest peaked.
"Yeah, I got nothing." Eames gave him a look to show he was unamused at the game.
"Well I'm definitely not telling you anything now."
"But you'll show me what you have?" Yusuf teased with a grin. Eames looked back to Arthur and the others.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
It was Yusuf's turn to be unsatisfied.
"Bullshit. I've seen you."
Eames thumbed his phone in his pocket.
"Shut up."
"Oh come on."
Eames looked at him.
"Really. Shut it."
Yusuf rolled his eyes and they fell into silence. The three dreamers, unaware of their surroundings, slept on, trusting in Yusuf and Eames' discretion.
----
Arthur turned at his breakfast nook to follow Eames with his body as the forger put two plates down.
"I want to see it," Arthur spoke clearly. Eames glanced over his shoulder at him then went back to the kitchen to get silverware.
"See what, love?"
"You know what I'm talking about," Arthur replied matter of factly.
"No, actually, Arthur. I don't." Eames sat down and grinned before starting to eat. Arthur slid off the stool and sat across from his guest.
"The photos. On your phone."
Eames stole Arthur a glance then took a bite.
"Don't know what you're talking about," he muttered.
"Don't bullshit me. I want to see them. They are pictures of me."
"I deleted them."
Arthur glared at him.
"What?" Eames asked innocently. "I did."
"Because..." Arthur started. Eames tried not to smile but a grin broke out. Arthur was really too good.
"Because I already uploaded them to my computer."
"You don't own a computer," Arthur snapped. His brows furrowed at Eames' game.
"Just because you haven't seen it doesn't mean it doesn't exist," Eames teased. "Now eat up before it gets cold."
Arthur shook his head but Eames could see an amused smile creeping onto the younger man's face.
"I'm going to find them."
"I look forward to it," Eames encouraged. Arthur shook his head but chuckled as he started eating.
---
Arthur paused in front of a beautiful building. His eyes scanned the high arches and column capitals of the entranceway. He had to squint to see the detail far above his head.
There was the familiar snap of a camera shutter.
Arthur sighed and turned. Eames looked at his phone and grinned at his shot. He glanced up and smiled when he noticed Arthur was looking at him.
"Don't mind me, darling."
Arthur held his hand out.
"Let me see it."
Eames grabbed Arthur's hand, his thumb rubbing against Arthur's wrist.
"Come on. You promised to show me something worth these ridiculous ticket prices." Arthur smirked and let Eames drag him into the building.
---
"Arthur..." Eames muttered.
"What?" Arthur groaned -half whined-as Eames pushed forward.
"Tell me about your thing with getting your picture taken."
Arthur whimpered as Eames pulled back and rested on his hands, towering over him.
"You want to talk about this now!?" Arthur squeaked indignantly.
"It's just...I had an idea."
Arthur's eyes grew large.
"No! Just...God, please stop talking," Arthur muttered, pulling Eames forward and burying his face into Eames' tattooed skin. Eames grinned and leaned in toward Arthur's ear.
"But I thought you liked when I talked."
Arthur's groaned loudly and his nails dug into Eames' back.
---
Arthur looked up as Eames draped his arms over his shoulders.
"Wha-"
The camera shutter broke off his question. Eames smiled at his photo then turned it toward Arthur. Arthur looked at the picture.
"Looks good, hm?"
Arthur stared at himself looking relaxed with Eames' arms draped over him. He reached forward and closed the phone.
"You ruined it with your ugly face," Arthur teased and stood up, shoving Eames' arms off. Eames leaned over the couch back and grinned. He opened his phone again and looked at his photo, biting his thumbnail in thought.
Arthur paused mid step to the kitchen when he heard the camera snap again. He glanced back and sure enough Eames was grinning lecherously at his phone. Arthur shook his head and walked away.
---
Arthur lay in their bed, his cheek pressed into his pillow. Eames read quietly, his free hand fingering the small scar on Arthur's shoulder.
"I used to see a guy who liked to take photos of me," Arthur stated. Eames paused and turned toward him, putting his book down. Arthur picked at the edge of his pillow. "You know...in bed. Out of bed. Everywhere really." Arthur was silent for a moment.
"You get used to being the center of their attention after a while. But..." Arthur looked up at Eames. "He liked showing people." Arthur turned onto his back and stared at the ceiling. "Not just friends but at shows and...he never asked," Arthur muttered, his face scrunching up at the memory. "To have people see me like that. Anyone see me..."
Eames pushed back Arthur's hair from his temple although it didn't need to be.
"I deleted his digitals when we broke up. He burned the others and seeing them all ripped and burned... The moments." Arthur sighed loudly. "And I know there's probably still some out there..."
Eames smiled and lay beside Arthur, his book falling to the floor, forgotten.
"Well I don't know what to say to make you feel better," Eames admitted. "But I don't share my pictures." He chuckled. "Although I'd be lying if I said I wasn't tempted." Arthur stared at him, not sure what to say in reply. Eames pulled Arthur closer and whispered in his ear. "I like being able to see your face whenever I want. Even when you're out and busy." Arthur smiled.
"That's pretty sappy, even for you."
"Don't tell anyone."
Arthur laughed softly.
"Seriously. I will never live it down if Yusuf, or worse, Ariadne found out." Arthur laughed loudly. Eames kissed Arthur's forehead.
"Good night," Arthur whispered.
"Good night, Arthur."
----
"Leave it to you to go old school," Eames muttered, reaching up and pulling the developing photo from the camera. He waved the thick plastic back and forth quickly.
"You know that does nothing to quicken the process," Arthur informed him.
"No," Eames replied truthfully. "But I don't care." He smacked Arthur's bare torso repeatedly with the photo. Arthur yanked it away and looked at the polarizing image.
Eames laid on his back under Arthur, his shirt long ago discarded and his fingers splayed across the stretched fabric separating him from his lover's thighs. Arthur's body was a welcoming warmth and weight straddling above him. Around the back of Arthur's neck was the camera strap to the Polaroid camera he had bought at a pawn shop earlier in the week. Photos scattered the bed and floor as Arthur snapped pictures and discarded them in favor of the new image before him, waiting to be capture.
Eames looked at one of the developed images and smiled.
"You're turning into a proper voyeur, if I do say so myself," Eames teased. Arthur looked at it and Eames could see the slight upturn of his lips. Arthur tossed the photo away and pulled the camera strap from his neck.
"I guess I can see the appeal," Arthur murmured as he leaned in to kiss Eames. He placed the camera on the floor then let the strap slip from his fingers. Eames smiled against Arthur's lips and pulled him in, tangling themselves in the sheets and their bodies flushed against one another.
"Just wait until you see the gems I have," Eames whispered. He was rewarded with an amused chuckle and Arthur squeezed his arms around Eames' broad shoulders.
----
Cobb clicked on the next file and could feel the vein in his forehead throb.
"Ariadne! What have you been showing everyone!?" he shouted.
Ariadne looked over her shoulder from the other room and bit her lower lip nervously. Uh...maybe she shouldn't have shown Eames and Yusuf THAT one...or maybe half of them? ...Maybe?