THE INSOMNIA MEME BEGINS

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It happens to everyone - sometimes, you have nights where you just can't fall asleep, no matter what you do. It could be for a number of reasons, or no reason at all. And this is what's happened now: you've been laying in bed for what feels like hours, just tossing and turning, and nothing seems to help. So what's left to do? Get out of bed and go wake someone else up, of course. If you're not getting any sleep, then why should they? i n s t r u c t i o n s • Post with your character (note the name and fandom in the subject). • Other people reply to you by generating a number from 1 to 10. • Have fun! o p t i o n s 01 • FEAR. Maybe you're hearing strange, indeterminable noises; maybe there's a severe storm happening outside; maybe you watched a scary movie before bed? Whatever the reason, you're terrified and it's keeping you awake. You just want to wake someone else up so they can protect you from the monster in your closet. 02 • HUNGER. Your stomach is growling and it just won't stop. Or perhaps your throat is so dry you could cough up a tumbleweed? Well, you've gone to the kitchen to remedy this and hey, that was a pan that just dropped on the floor. It was loud enough to wake the dead! Oops. 03 • PAIN. Your body is completely worn out, be it from exercise, battle, sickness, or what have you. Either way you're in enough pain to keep you from sleeping, so maybe someone else has a home remedy or something, or can at least help you take your mind off of it. 04 • SOLITUDE. For some reason, your bed just feels so empty at the moment. You're feeling terribly lonely and really just want someone to keep you company for a while. Maybe it'd be easier to fall asleep if you're with them... 05 • DISCOMFORT. Your room is an oven. Either that or a freezer. Or maybe this bed is just really uncomfortable? Who knows why you can't get to sleep, it feels like it could be anything. Why even bother trying? Maybe someone else can preoccupy you until you feel tired enough to ignore your discomfort. 06 • PENSIVE. Something's on your mind, and no matter how hard you try to focus elsewhere, it's just not going to work. Your body may be tired, but your mind is incredibly busy and it's virtually impossible to get to sleep. Surely, talking it out with someone else will help? 07 • SADNESS. Something terrible has happened that day, perhaps; or you could just be severely depressed. Either way you're trying your hardest not to cry yourself to sleep, and it's not working at all. Better find a way to get it out of your system somehow; you need a shoulder to cry on. 08 • ANGER. You are just... fuming. Who knows why - that annoying dog is barking again, or maybe the people next door are getting busy and keeping you awake. Whatever the reason for your ire is, you'd better put an end to it so you can get some damn rest already! Go wake up a friend so you can complain to them. 09 • RESTLESS. You're far too energetic to sleep right now. Maybe you're just trying to do so out of necessity - you have to be up early tomorrow! But you just don't think you'll be able to fall asleep for a while now, so why waste the time trying to sleep when you could be doing something else? Namely bothering someone else - you're totally jealous because they're getting more sleep than you. 10 • WILDCARD. Choose one of the options above, or make up your own scenario.

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[littlspecificty]

It takes a while, but eventually Arthur stirs from his sleep, noticing the lack of warmth in the bed that he's gotten too used to since Eames started sleeping with him.

He sniffs a bit, rubbing at his face after he sees Eames is indeed missing, and shuffles into the bathroom first, uses it, and then goes to find where the other man was.

[a_little_bigger]

While he had started to watch the telly, the programming was absolutely awful this late at night and he just gave up trying to find anything with a plot. He ends up watching stupid infomercials and lounging on the love seat when Arthur finds him.

"'lo, Love." He smiles sleepily at the other man, sorely wishing that he could fall asleep wrapped around Arthur.

[littlspecificty]

Arthur was still rubbing at his eyes as he shuffles into his office, glancing at the television before turning back to Eames, leaning against one of the chair arms now.

His voice rough from sleep, "How long've you been up?"

[a_little_bigger]

"Lost track of time... Come here?" He asks, not wanting to dwell too long on how much time he's spent awake. Instead, Eames makes vaguely pathetic grabby hands at Arthur because he wants to hold the other man but doesn't want to get up.

[littlspecificty]

Arthur lets out a tired sigh at that but, being half-awake, more or less flops into Eames' lap, long legs now draping over the chair arm he had been leaning against.

[a_little_bigger]

Eames hums pleasantly and immediately strokes Arthur's hair to push it off of his forehead. "Mm, that's it." He rumbles quietly, enjoying the moment.

[littlspecificty]

Arthur's head immediately finds Eames' nearest shoulder and uses it as a pillow, pressing his cheek against it and closing his eyes again, fingers idly brushing at Eames' stomach.

[a_little_bigger]

Eames breathes out heavily, something of a laugh at the first surprising touch of those lethargic fingers. But he settles easily, fingers carding through Arthur's hair over and over again as he hums a tuneless song.

[littlspecificty]

Eames will end up getting a bony knee in his chest as Arthur moves one of thise legs in his sleep, the discomfort of his leg hanging off the arm disturbing him.

[a_little_bigger]

Eames will squirm under Arthur and that bony knee and he'll even huff and shift on the sofa so he can get them both sprawled out without any joints getting squished or pushed into tender parts. The humming becomes his soft singing, and he mutters to Arthur, "Darling, you and I know the reasons why, those summer skies are blue..."

[littlspecificty]

Arthur will mutter and wiggle against Eames, a hand lazily smacking at his chest when he started to sing, slurring something sounding like "stop that".

[a_little_bigger]

"Oh, fine..." he says after being scolded. While his ego is mildly wounded, he laughs it off and ruffles Arthur's hair affectionately.

[littlspecificty]

And there's Arthur making a face at the hair ruffling, letting out a low growl of sorts and turning over as if to get away from that hand, an arm now dangling off the edge of the couch.

[a_little_bigger]

Eames gets his arm tight around Arthur's waist to make sure that the other man doesn't go tumbling off. "Maybe we should go back to bed, Arthur..." he says, voice pitched low.

[littlspecificty]

Arthur gives a soft huff in response, followed by more sniffling and then his head is up and he's blinking blearily as he looks around.

He gives Eames a confused look, slurring out, "What are doing here?"

[a_little_bigger]

Eames can feel his heart just fucking melt a little at the look Arthur gives him and he's burying his fingers in that hair again because he can't help it. "I was watching the telly, but it doesn't matter."

He strokes his hand down the length of Arthur's back before patting him fondly on the bum. "Come on, Arthur. I can carry you if you want."

[littlspecificty]

Arthur made a face and weak noise at his hair being mussed and then made something of a cooing sound at his bottom being patted like that, still sensitive even when he was half-awake.

But he looked like he was about to fall asleep once again as he put his head back down on the couch.

[a_little_bigger]

Arthur is a joy when half asleep if only because Eames was radically amused by how easy it is to get noises out of the man. "Darling." His tone is overly affectionate if a little warning, but he keeps his hand on Arthur's backside and lets the man fall asleep on him anyway.

[littlspecificty]

It doesn't exactly work out that way, Arthur ends up wiggling his butt under that hand, making a little groan in his sleep, eyes opening half-way as he turns his face to press his lips to Eames' neck.

[a_little_bigger]

Oh, well then. Eames huffs out a quiet laugh, head tilting back just a little to give Arthur room to do whatever he pleases to his neck. His hand, however, stays right where it it, just idly cupping Arthur's arse. Honestly, he hadn't meant to rouse him, almost forgetting how much the other man enjoyed having his arse handled.

[littlspecificty]

Eames will not only be getting Arthur lazily pushing his bum back into that had but he'll also be getting a bite to that neck, followed by the slow dragging of tongue across the bite. He was slowly waking up a little more with each action.

[a_little_bigger]

Arthur was also waking up Eames, too, his breath catching in the back of his throat at that bite. "Mm, Arthur, you don't want to go back to bed then?" He asked as he moved his hand if only to slide it under the waistband of his sleep pants. And then he gave that pert arse a very thorough grope, fingers digging into the soft, warm skin.

[littlspecificty]

Arthur pushed his ass back into that groping with another soft mewling sound, a hand reaching down to start pushing his sweat pants past his hips. His other hand is tugging at Eames' pajama bottoms, at least expecting them to rut against each other if not outright fuck.

He's still half-asleep while being too damn horny now to care that he's still in his study. The bedroom was just too far away.

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[a_little_bigger]

Eames' reflexes weren't so sharp this late at night after so much time spent awake, but he reacted to Arthur's touch with an eager cant of his hips up against the other man. Rutting was good, he liked it, and it required far less effort than fucking (especially when they didn't have any slick on hand) and still felt amazing. Letting his legs fall open to cradle Arthur closer, Eames planted one foot on the floor for leverage as he rocked up slowly.