Yeah. [ And then, on an exhale: ] Eames. [ It's acknowledgement, permission and desperation, all in one. How can they have this now, and then never again? How can they not?
Arthur runs a hand down Eames' back, exploring the shift of muscles under his fingers, wanting to feel, wanting more.
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Arthur runs a hand down Eames' back, exploring the shift of muscles under his fingers, wanting to feel, wanting more.
Tilting his head into the touch. ]