That was Arthur's thought. They were soft and absolutely different from Eames', even when Eames was a woman. It was the way Ariadne kissed him. Almost entitled but curious enough not to be cocky. Asking, the way Eames never asked. They never asked, they just...
And why was he thinking about Eames?
Arthur opened his eyes as Ariadne pulled away; the hand that had somehow reached out for her hip sliding away... rising, until fingertips brushed a hickey on her collarbone. He glanced at Eames, his look just a little too grudgingly amused to be properly angry.
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That was Arthur's thought. They were soft and absolutely different from Eames', even when Eames was a woman. It was the way Ariadne kissed him. Almost entitled but curious enough not to be cocky. Asking, the way Eames never asked. They never asked, they just...
And why was he thinking about Eames?
Arthur opened his eyes as Ariadne pulled away; the hand that had somehow reached out for her hip sliding away... rising, until fingertips brushed a hickey on her collarbone. He glanced at Eames, his look just a little too grudgingly amused to be properly angry.