Eames leans back against the headboard, listening with an indulgent smile on his face. He loves this, loves her, loves Arthur. He feels surrounded by warmth, and he's pretty sure he doesn't deserve these people. Regardless, he'll do his best to make them not regret choosing to make him a part of their lives.
He takes her free hand, giving it a light squeeze. "It's okay. So could I."
He closes his eyes, smiling. "I like the way he smells. When he spends the night with me, his scent's on my pillow the next morning. I wish my bed was bigger. I feel odd borrowing your bed."
His eyes open and he smirks at her. "Which is a good segue. What do you think of Arthur's lovemaking?"
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Date: 2016-12-03 03:44 am (UTC)He takes her free hand, giving it a light squeeze. "It's okay. So could I."
He closes his eyes, smiling. "I like the way he smells. When he spends the night with me, his scent's on my pillow the next morning. I wish my bed was bigger. I feel odd borrowing your bed."
His eyes open and he smirks at her. "Which is a good segue. What do you think of Arthur's lovemaking?"