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[virgocat]

She's fussing. She knows it. They all know it, but she can't help herself.

"You're sure you don't want me to-?" She waves get have vaguely. She could easily heal him up. Dabbing at the scratches with a damp cloth isn't doing it for her. Though she is doing that, almost compulsively.

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[child_of_bhaal]

"Eames." She speaks evenly, with a hint of pleading. She does not stop cleaning Arthur's wounds.

"I understand the sentiment, but I don't think shouting at each other will help."

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

Arthur wilts, weary and embarrassed, but embarrassed enough to fume a little. "Thank you, Syeira. I didn't mean for it to happen. It just happened."

[withimagination]

He sits on the bed next to them, sullen and quiet. And then his fingers move over the blanket, taking Arthur's hand.

"I'm sorry. To both of you. I was being a git."

[child_of_bhaal]

She glances up at Eames, a small, sassy smile cast his way. "Only a little."

She looks back down to what she's doing, and her tone shifts more flat again. "Not wholly without reason though."

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

Arthur's eyes flash up to hers, and he feels a hot whip of shame run through him. He put himself in danger, and his family. "I'm sorry," he croaks out, taking his hand away from Eames, looking anywhere but them. "I'm really sorry."

[withimagination]

For once, Eames is at a loss. He looks to Syeira, his eyebrows lifted, then looks to Arthur, brushing his fingers along the nape of Arthur's neck.

"Darling, we're just... We were scared."

[child_of_bhaal]

She nods, feeling a lump in her throat. Finally she does put the cloth aside, so she can take Arthur's hand in both of hers.

"Yes, that's- Eames is exactly right. And you're not helping us. Let us take care of you." No, no, no, no tears. They don't leak, but her eyes are moist. "We need to take care of you."

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

He feels a lump forming in his throat, too, and he looks up at her, his brows furrowed. "But I-... How? I just keep messing up, and I- you guys don't deserve it."

[withimagination]

Eames' eyes soften, and he keeps stroking the back of his neck.

"We love you, my darling. We love you," he says softly, kissing where his fingers had been. "I assure you, there are no thoughts of leaving you."

[child_of_bhaal]

She blinks at what Eames says. Blinks and gives Arthur wide eyes. "L-leaving you? Leaving?! No, no never!"

Damn it, there's tears leaking. She's not full out crying, but just barely. She lifts his hand, presses kisses to it, the holds it against her cheek.

"The point is to not lose you. Arthur."

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

He looks pained, stroking her cheek as she holds his hand up to it. "I'm sorry," he whispers, pulling Syeira up to kiss her. He takes his hand away from her face then, putting it on Eames' thigh.

[withimagination]

Eames smiles at them, taking Arthur's hand and squeezing it. He leans over to kiss at the back of his neck again, murmuring, "It's okay, sweetheart."

[child_of_bhaal]

She's grateful and needful of the kiss, and when it's done she lays her head on his shoulder. She reaches out and puts her hands over Arthur's and Eames held ones.

"Love you." She loves them.

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

"I love you, too," he says softly before kissing her head. And then he's leaning over to capture Eames' lips, sweet and sincere. "I love you, too."

[withimagination]

Eames smiles against his lips. "I love you, too. And you, Syeira. And I desperately want to touch you both," he says, kissing him again softly, serious.

[child_of_bhaal]

"Well, come here then." She tugs on Eames' arm. It's just a aimless move meant to pull him close to her and Arthur.

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

She ends up tugging Eames into kissing Arthur harder, and they both make sounds of surprise before Arthur pulls away, his cheeks a little pink.

"I could maybe get behind that," he says softly, smiling so his dimples are visible.

[withimagination]

Eames grins at them, a thumb wiping over one of Arthur's dimples.

"Good."

He leans over, taking Sye by the chin, and kisses her softly humming with pleasure.

[child_of_bhaal]

Accidentally making them kiss harder makes her laugh, soft and quiet. They both smile and she feels something ease inside her chest. Eames lifts her chin for a kiss, and she sighs sweetly in it.

She draws back after a second, a little bit of worry in her eyes, she looks at Arthur. "You sure you're okay for this?"

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

He nods and kisses her cheek. "I'm okay. Just try to be gentle with my skin."

[withimagination]

His hand goes up Arthur's thigh, and he leans forward to nuzzle at his throat.

"All I want is gentle. I feel like we're as fragile as glass right now," he murmurs in that low voice, licking at his pulse point.

[child_of_bhaal]

She nods silently in agreement, with both of them. Gentle. She wants it too. She wants to wrap them up in her arms and keep them safe, show them how much they're loved.

She kisses Arthur, softly on the lips, her hand coming up to caresses his cheek. "Just say if it anything is uncomfortable, okay?"

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

He nods, smiling exasperatedly but with a fondness in it. "I'll be okay. But I promise I will."

Eames kissing at his throat makes him shiver, and his eyes go half-lidded and sleepy-looking. He turns and kisses him thoroughly, running his teeth over Eames' bottom lip, and then he's immediately turning to Syeira to kiss her just as thoroughly, soft and slow.

[withimagination]

He's a little dazed after that kiss, turning his head to watch them kiss with hazy eyes. Thank goodness Arthur's only wearing slacks and a dress shirt today. No doubt he'll be mourning how torn up and dirty they are later. For now, Eames works on unbuttoning Arthur's shirt, running his fingers over his smooth chest.

[child_of_bhaal]

They can always get Arthur new clothes. Syeira usually has a wealth of credits she's more than happy to share, since Arthur tends to spend his. And she just might take him shopping too, just to spoil him. It'll make her feel better.

Of course, this also makes her feel better. Kissing Arthur, sweet and long. She can feel Eames working on his shirt, and her hands join the effort, pushing the cloth off Arthur's shoulders, once Eames gets out unbuttoned.