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05 February 2011 @ 11:21 pm
Fic: Inception: "Subject to Misinterpretation" and "The Dusty Day is Done", Arthur/Eames, PG-13
Author: darkhavens
Title: Subject to Misinterpretation
Fandom: Pairing: Inception: Arthur/Eames
Rating: PG-13
Words: 200
Concrit: Please. If you spot a typo or a grammar glitch, feel free to tell me in comments.
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Warnings/Squicks: none
Summary: Dom sees something he wasn't meant to and insists on talking about it.
Notes: Written for round 1, wk2 at ae_ldws: Genre/Cliche:Established Relationship, Prompt:"I really don't want to talk to you."

Subject to Misinterpretation




"Dom, leave it. I really don't want to talk to you. Not about this. Not now."

"Jesus, Arthur, he had you pinned up against the wall while he gnawed on your neck like some second-rate vampire. I heard you say 'Don't', but he didn't stop until he realised I was there."

"W-What? You think he-?"

"I didn't realise it had gotten that bad. You never seemed bothered by the innuendos, or the lewd jokes about inside legs and the cut of your pants and all those suggestions about broadening your horizons. I've never seen Eames be quite that unprofessional before; I can't just stand by and let-"

"Darling, please put us all out of our misery and confess your undying love for yours truly, before your oblivious friend accuses me of sexual assault."


"Undying love? What-?"

"Okay! I was trying to keep things professional, but as we're obviously having this conversation in front of the client... Dom, what I actually said was 'Don't leave marks'. Eames, I should've known better than to expect you to keep your hands to yourself, but yes, you arrogant bastard, I love you."

"Never doubted it for a minute, my dove."


Author: darkhavens
Title: The Dusty Day is Done
Fandom: Pairing: Inception: Arthur/Eames
Rating: PG13
Words: 400
Concrit: Please. If you spot a typo or a grammar glitch, feel free to tell me in comments.
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Warnings/Squicks: **Possible off-screen character death (subject to interpretation)**
Summary: Eames cannot sleep alone and then Arthur cannot bear to.
Notes: Written for Round 1, wk3 of ae_ldws: Genre:Angst; Prompt:Insomnia. Title taken from Watching by Emily Chubbuck Judson.

The Dusty Day is Done

It takes him two days to notice that he hasn't been to bed. And he doesn't mean he's slept sacked out on the sofa either, or folded into the oversize armchair that just about seats two - if they happen to be slightly undersized or particularly friendly.

He hasn't even thought about sleeping, which is all kinds of odd. He loves going to bed; he loves sliding naked between newly-purchased, obscenely high thread-count Egyptian cotton sheets that Arth-

Ah. That would be the why of it then.

Arthur. Or, rather, a marked lack of Arthur, sprawled out across the fancy linens he'd insisted Eames buy after discovering that his usual sheets were -horror of horrors- poly-cotton blend.

Arthur, who had left two -almost three- days ago for 'Just a quick in and out, Eames. Shouldn't take a week. I'll let you know when my flight gets in.'

God, he was pathetic. Five and a half months spent sharing various beds - Arthur draped across his chest, curled up at his back, pinned under an arm and a leg, or spooned against his chest with Eames's cock held snug between his thighs. Twenty-three weeks and four days, and his subconscious had somehow decided that he wouldn't be able to sleep alone and so had tried to prevent him from even trying.


It's another three nights before Eames stops lying to himself; stops lying in bed, staring at the ceiling; stops watching shadows dancing on the walls; stops reaching out for the warmth and comfort of a body that isn't there.

Three nights lying awake, straining to hear the gentle susurration of mumbled nonsense and sighing breaths that are as much a part of Arthur asleep as is the steady, reassuring beat of his heart. That, and his tendency to kick when startled.


After a damnable phone call -'Couple more days. Extractor's an asshole.'- he almost drowns himself in single malt. He's conscious again five hours later: hungover, still weary, but wide awake. There's been another call.

The thirteen hundred miles to the cottage on the coast pass in a blur of tepid coffee and stale pastries. Eames lets himself in and follows a trail of torn and bloodied clothing into the bedroom where Arthur lies, a nightmare vision of purpling blues, raw reds, and bone-ash white.

"Cobb's- He wouldn't listen..."

"Oh, darling."

They sleep tangled together, skin-hungry, starved for comfort.


findyourwords 2011:

I am Derek's vocal eyebrows: aw; mr [me]literati on February 5th, 2011 11:32 pm (UTC)
Oh, Cobb. In front of the client? *g*

Love the second one hard. So achy and perfect! ♥
darkhavens: incep a&e - kick flirt gifdarkhavens on February 10th, 2011 11:39 pm (UTC)
Thank you, darlin'!

Cobb is practicing his fathering skills on Arthur, methinks, ready for when Phillipa starts dating. :P
tabaqui: arthur&eamesbydeepbluesea3929tabaqui on February 6th, 2011 12:25 am (UTC)
Ooooh, so fun, that first one. Heeee!

And then you bring us Arthur, all bruised and blanched and sad....

Excellent stuff. :)
darkhavens: incep arthur - zero g leapdarkhavens on February 10th, 2011 11:40 pm (UTC)

There's just something so delicious about picturing a bruised and battered, rumpled Arthur. :D
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darkhavens: incep a&e - a&edarkhavens on February 10th, 2011 11:40 pm (UTC)
Thanks! :D
Maz: Dovethismaz on February 6th, 2011 06:31 am (UTC)
That first one is wonderful. I love Eames' 'lovie' language; I can hear the drawl.
The second is raw and shocking and desperate. Very nice.
darkhavens: incep a&e - arty w gunsdarkhavens on February 10th, 2011 11:44 pm (UTC)
Thank you! :D

Eames is so much fun to write when he's teasing Arthur like that. He can lovie it up with the best of them *g*
Profiterole: Inception - Eames Arthur and Girl!Eames_profiterole_ on February 6th, 2011 01:08 pm (UTC)
Great ficlets!

I love the first one, shocked!Cobb is always so much fun.
darkhavens: incep a&e - dream darling bluedarkhavens on February 10th, 2011 11:46 pm (UTC)
Thank you!

I think Cobb is practicing his overbearing papa routine on Arthur (and Eames), ready for when Phillipa starts dating. ;)
outsideth3box: Reason for everything?outsideth3box on February 6th, 2011 09:58 pm (UTC)
The first one cracked me up! The second one had me fretting along with Eames.

Very lovely, both of them.
darkhavens: incep a&e - closerdarkhavens on February 10th, 2011 11:47 pm (UTC)
Thank you, darlin'! :D
Goes "Ding" When There's Stuffsuki_blue on February 7th, 2011 07:39 pm (UTC)
"Never doubted it for a minute, my dove."


And that second one! I shall have fun picturing all the comfort that's clearly required there,

More now please *g*
darkhavens: incep a&e - headphonesdarkhavens on February 10th, 2011 11:54 pm (UTC)
HEEE! Thank you! I don't think I've seen 'my dove' in any of the fic I've read so far, but I could hear Eames saying it, so clearly. :D

More about to go up!

*waits for your fic* ;)
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darkhavens: incep a&e - space betweendarkhavens on February 11th, 2011 12:05 am (UTC)
Thank you!

Cobb acting inappropriately fatherly towards Arthur is never not funny. :D