Charles feels an elbow in the back, spins and sees Erik Lensherr fairly leering at him. "Nice costume. Very... sparkly."
Charles tries to ignore how the Erik's overlong torso looks in his own unforgiving outfit, tries to remember that they're bitter rivals, that Erik's done everything better and higher than him for years and how it's all ending tonight.
He tries but it's getting hard to concentrate on anything other than the way Erik's long fingers have now snagged in the fabric in his hip, are tugging.
(Male figure skating FTW!)
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"You're doing it on purpose is all I'm saying," Eames hisses looking disgruntled.
"I'm still not sure what I'm doing," Arthur says, shooting his cuffs, impatient with how long it's taking for Eames to pick the lock.
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Charles tries to ignore how the Erik's overlong torso looks in his own unforgiving outfit, tries to remember that they're bitter rivals, that Erik's done everything better and higher than him for years and how it's all ending tonight.
He tries but it's getting hard to concentrate on anything other than the way Erik's long fingers have now snagged in the fabric in his hip, are tugging.
(Male figure skating FTW!)
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"You're doing it on purpose is all I'm saying," Eames hisses looking disgruntled.
"I'm still not sure what I'm doing," Arthur says, shooting his cuffs, impatient with how long it's taking for Eames to pick the lock.
"Just... is looking like that really fair?"