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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.

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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."

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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.

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"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."

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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.

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

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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.

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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.

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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?"

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

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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.

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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?"

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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.

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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.

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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.

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Arthur blinks, surprised to find himself half-naked already. He tugs at Eames' shirt, since he's much easier to undress than Syeira, and Eames puts up his arms, letting Arthur slip it off. Arthur feels a long breath leave him, so satisfied to see those tattoos. Tattoos he never thought he'd see again.

He swallows against the lump in his throat, trailing a hand down his chest, and turns to Syeira, reaching around her to undo the ties on her shirt. He kisses at her neck, murmuring about how beautiful she is and how much he loves her.

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Eames smiles. He can tell what Arthur's thinking, wants to take the sorrow away from him. It could have been much worse, really.

While Arthur works on Sye's bodice, Eames kisses at his bare shoulder, stroking along his bare back. He loves how muscular Arthur is on his back, loves to watch the muscles flex and relax as he works.

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Her head falls back, giving up the line of her throat to Arthur. She lifts a hand, pulling on the ties of her bodice herself. Arthur, in all his precision, always has trouble with her clothes.

Soon as the cloth relaxes, she helps to shed it. For once, she's behind them on level of undress. Usually she's the one out of her clothes first.

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He wants to see skin faster, and so he tugs at her chemise underneath, pulling it up off her. Then he's back to kissing at her neck, adding in a light suck to her pulse point as his arms go around her.

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Eames crawls around on the bed so he can join in on touching Syeira. With a thwump as he drops his body down onto the bed, he puts his head in her lap, reaching up to touch her bare stomach, moving his hand up to tweak one of her nipples.

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She want expecting this, all the attention turning on her. She's not sure what direction to go for a minute. Arthur's at her neck, and that little bit of sucking gets a sigh out if her. And Eames is in her lap, turning the sigh into a wanting moan when he goes after her sensitive nipple.

Her back arches, and she grasps Eames' wrist, keeping his hand on her while she presses for more. Her other hand goes into Arthur's hair, lightly scratching, in show off appreciation of the attention.

Edited Date: 2016-12-08 02:25 am (UTC)

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Arthur smiles against her neck, sighing on the skin there. He likes sucking there, kissing along the sensitive skin. He sucks harder a little lower. It's going to leave a mark, but he doesn't think Syeira will mind.

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He's surprised when she grabs his wrist and presses herself against him. He moves his hand a little so he has his whole hand on her breast, squeezing and then running his finger over her nipple over and over. He leans over to kiss her thigh, quirking his mouth up at them in satisfaction.

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What are they trying to do to her? She doesn't care, so long as they keep doing it. She makes a soft whimper, but whether it's because Arthur is marking her or because Eames has gotten her nipple hard and sensitive, who could say?

But she's not that greedy, by nature. She gives Arthur's hair a little tug, to get his head moved back so she can kiss him. It's more heated this time, needful. They've already gotten her hit and bothered, and it shows. The hand on Eames' wrist slides down his arm, across his chest and belly until she's blindly (though deftly) working his belt open.

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