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Okay - I've probably stretched the week thing a little because I procrastinate terribly!
But for Valentine's Day (bleah!! :) ) how about some ficlets by request while I noodle around before I start my next Big Bangs.
Let me take advantage of the small window of time I have LJ access at work (they take it away, then give it back, then take it away again, playing with my emotions!).
But for Valentine's Day (bleah!! :) ) how about some ficlets by request while I noodle around before I start my next Big Bangs.
Give me a pairing, any I've ever written (or any you think I'd be willing to write/know who they are/maybe have heard of them) and a word prompt.
Let me take advantage of the small window of time I have LJ access at work (they take it away, then give it back, then take it away again, playing with my emotions!).
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Arthur/Eames, date gone wrong.
(the prompt is more than one word long. I hope you will forgive me!)
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"Should I ask?" Ariadne whispers, leaning down so she can speak directly into Eames' ear. Despite this, Arthur still turns to shoot them a glare that Eames is surprised doesn't immediately make their hearts explode in their chests and their brains melt out their ears.
"I would say not, hmm?" Eames responds when Arthur finally stops trying to kill them with thought alone.
"What happened to-?" Yusuf makes an undignified squawk of protest when Eames clamps a hand over his mouth and drags him into the bathroom.
"Do you want to die?" Eames hisses desperately and watches Yusuf's eyes get wide before he shakes his head, as much as he can while still being held in a deathgrip.
Eames only lets Yusuf go when he communicates at length just what Arthur is capable of doing to their intestines with a spoon and a lot of time at his disposal.
It's always bloody Cobb.
"What happened to your head?" Cobb asks, managing to bypass Eames easily when he's distracted trying to figure out a way to be completely still and silent while still working.
Eames watches Arthur's shoulders tense as Cobb drops a butt cheek on Arthur's desk, knocking a carefully teetering stack of paperwork sideways. Eames slowly slides down in his chair until only his eyes and the top of his head are visible over his own desk when Cobb reaches out a hand and rubs it over Arthur's head, plucking at the strip of longer hair that runs from the nape of his neck to his forehead.
Arthur currently has a mohawk.
Arthur slowly slides himself backwards and Cobb snorts. "Wow, I didn't even see the skinny jeans," Cobb says with his eyebrows shooting upwards.
"It was a bet," Arthur says slowly and Eames can feel Yusuf and Ariadne's attention divert from Arthur to him. Ariadne rolls herself over.
"What did you do?"
"I bet him that if he was asked for ID even once last night when we went out that he would have to wear whatever he was wearing when he actually turned twenty one," Eames says and can't fight the grin starting on his face. "How was I to know it would involve... that?"
"I can't believe he didn't just shoot you instead," Cobb says as he wanders by, flicking Eames in the ear.
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Luff. :)
*wants picture*
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I'm picturing him in skinny black jeans and a red and black stripey shirt with a studded belt and boots. The mohawk is the messy almost-faux kind. :D
HE WAS GOING THROUGH A PHASE!!
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I have this vision of Arthur actually wearing this stuff on his days off and Eames HAS NO IDEA and catches him and Arthur's like, what? I wear the suits to work but this is ME TIME.
... and then there's porn... or something. :D
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Eames is having fun ogling to lovely slip of a thing in front of him in the queue at his favourite cafe when the aforementioned lovely thing turns his face sideways. He's saying something to a girl he's with who has far too many facial piercings but that isn't what nearly gives Eames a coronary.
"Arthur?" Eames wheezes, taking in the mohawk, red and black striped shirt and skinny black jeans.
"Ye- oh, hey," Arthur says, looking a little surprised but not otherwise ruffled which is barmy when Eames' whole world has tipped sideways.
"Arthur?" Eames tries again, his usually expansive vocabulary reduced to a single word.
"Yes?" Arthur says slowly, probably watching the way Eames is going a disturbing shade of puce. "Eames, are you alright?"
"Did you hit your head?" Eames finally blurts and Arthur's companion raises a drawn-on eyebrow at him.
"Is he having a stroke?" the girl asks, starting to look concerned and Arthur frowns and shuffles her sideways so he can put hands on Eames' shoulders and shake him gently, back and forth.
"Hey, you with us?" Arthur asks and his tone is gentle and he looks like Arthur, but not at the same time like he's some parallel version of the uptight, stuffy Arthur Eames is used to. Worry creeps into Arthur's features and he asks, "Are you having a stroke?"
"No... just..." Eames can't manage anything more coherent and he can't reach for his poker chip with Arthur holding his arms by his sides like he wants to. He does the second-best thing, recounting his journey to the cafe, walking it backwards in his head to make sure there's no blank spots. "What on earth are you wearing?"
Success is forming a complete sentence.
Arthur looks down at himself, back up at Eames and then rolls his eyes like it's just occurred to him what Eames' problem is. He shrugs, the movement making the bottom of his shirt and the top of his jeans part company and Eames nearly chokes on his tongue at the flash of flat, fascinating belly it reveals all too briefly.
"I'm off the clock," Arthur says.
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*flails about*
Yesssssssss.
:)
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thank you so much. This is amazing. <3
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He tells Dean he just needs to try to train himself out of it, fight the urge and go longer without getting up.
He brings home goddamned pamphlets.
Dean will never tell him that he goes into the bathroom as a ruse, that he runs the water, splashes some on his face but he's always fine until morning draining-the-lizard wise.
He can't train himself out of having to check Sam is there when it's dark.
The need to touch him.
Just to make sure.
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amazingly sweet in that moment-without-breath way. I loved this :) and the pamphlets, god the pamphlets. THANK YOU!!
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*pets*
Oh, Sammy. Pamphlets.
*snickers*
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