darkhavens (darkhavens) wrote,

Fic: "Five Continents and Counting", Arthur/Eames

Author: darkhavens
Title: Five Continents and Counting
Fandom: Pairing: Inception: Arthur/Eames
Rating: PG
Words: 300
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: Eames talks about Arthur's arse and Ariadne inhales a noodle.
Notes: Written for Round 1, Wk 4 of ae_ldws: genre:fluff, prompt:Waking up shackled to a chair.

"...and then I woke up shackled to the bloody chair and had to watch the finest arse on four continents disappear out the door, with absolutely no hope of chasing after it. It took me months to track him down to return his property."

Arthur paused outside the door as Ariadne giggled at what she probably assumed was yet another of Eames's madly embellished tales.

"You returned his shackles?"

"Certainly, pet. And his pen, of course. My mother raised me to be a gentleman."


"Yes, he slipped a rather expensive Mont Blanc into my breast pocket; everything I needed to effect my escape from the band of unforgiving ruffians who'd hired me."

The fondness in Eames's voice stole Arthur's breath. He had to restrain a dimple-exposing smile before he could announce his presence.

"The damn thing hadn't worked properly in months; I figured it was a worthwhile sacrifice. Thanks again for fixing it, by the way." He quickly distributed their lunch before seating himself next to Eames.

"Did I hear right? Did you say I had the finest ass on four continents? Only, I could've sworn you said five when you were gossiping with Saito last month in Okinawa." He frowned, ignoring Ariadne's squeak of surprise and the subsequent flailing as she inhaled a noodle. "Who do I need to kill?"

Eames shot a worried glance at Ariadne, who was now coughing up shreds of masticated pasta. She waved away his concern.

"Cuzco was a couple of years before the Coulson job, remember, darling? Our paths hadn't crossed in Australasia back then."

A stray grain of rice went flying as Eames flicked his chopsticks mock-dismissively in Arthur's direction.

"I was telling Saito about our exciting adventure in the shadow of Uluru. Ariadne, I don't believe you've heard that one..."

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Tags: incep:arthur/eames, miscfic:findyourwords

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