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forgerextraordinaire:

organizedinchaos:

 

“Just tell me when we’re rescheduling for. I have things to do with my day, you know. I understand that sometimes things just get in the way.” 

“No, you’re not getting out of it this easy. Spill it. Now. I may not be able to see you but I can still tell when you’re lying.”

“You’re the one that sounds like you’re lying. I’m fine. Can we just reschedule?” 

forgerextraordinaire:

organizedinchaos:

 

“It just seems a bit odd to me, but I’m agreeing with you. I thought you were too busy with work?” 

“I can spare a few moments for you. Unless you’d just like me to leave you to stew with whatever is rattling around inside y’head.”

“Just tell me when we’re rescheduling for. I have things to do with my day, you know. I understand that sometimes things just get in the way.” 

simplelittleidea:

organizedinchaos:

 
“Are you being smart with me Cobb? What’s with you?”

“There’s nothing with me, Arthur. It took me a second to catch up with you, is all.”

“I know you’ve been out of the game for a couple of years, but you should try and keep up. You’re not that old yet.”  

simplelittleidea:

organizedinchaos:

 

“Are you being smart with me Cobb? What’s with you?”

“There’s nothing with me, Arthur. It took me a second to catch up with you, is all.”

“I know you’ve been out of the game for a couple of years, but you should try and keep up. You’re not that old yet.”  

forgerextraordinaire:

organizedinchaos:

 

“Whatever you say, we’ll reschedule then. Let me know when you’re free for the date we planned.” 

“Arthurrr. What’s going on? You’re normally not so - this isn’t like you. Talk to me, love.”

“It just seems a bit odd to me, but I’m agreeing with you. I thought you were too busy with work?” 

forgerextraordinaire:

organizedinchaos:

 

“Are you sure everything is alright? I you seem a bit stressed out.”

“I’m fine, Arthur. Just work, that’s all. Like you can talk about getting stressed out. How many times have I seen you worry over some little thing that always works its way out.”

“Whatever you say, we’ll reschedule then. Let me know when you’re free for the date we planned.” 

forgerextraordinaire:

organizedinchaos replied to your post: *calls* Eames, are we still on for Tuesday? Or do I need to reschedule?

“I suppose we can postpone. Did something happen? Usually your schedule is rather clear for me?”

“Just —” 

“Work, that’s all. Know how it goes. When they want you they want you. And I would normally clear my schedule for you, but I can’t this time ‘round.”

“Are you sure everything is alright? I you seem a bit stressed out.”

simplelittleidea:

organizedinchaos:

simplelittleidea:

“Right, right. You’ll have to forgive me, I’m a little scatterbrained at the moment. Where were we going again? Your favorite place, right?”

“No, we were going to go to the pub down the block. Remember? We needed to meet someone there?” 

“Of course. How could I forget. Lead the way.”

“Are you being smart with me Cobb? What’s with you?”

simplelittleidea:

organizedinchaos:

simplelittleidea:

“Right, right. You’ll have to forgive me, I’m a little scatterbrained at the moment. Where were we going again? Your favorite place, right?”

“No, we were going to go to the pub down the block. Remember? We needed to meet someone there?” 

“Of course. How could I forget. Lead the way.”

“Are you being smart with me Cobb? What’s with you?”

simplelittleidea:

“Right, right. You’ll have to forgive me, I’m a little scatterbrained at the moment. Where were we going again? Your favorite place, right?”

“No, we were going to go to the pub down the block. Remember? We needed to meet someone there?” 

simplelittleidea:

“Right, right. You’ll have to forgive me, I’m a little scatterbrained at the moment. Where were we going again? Your favorite place, right?”

“No, we were going to go to the pub down the block. Remember? We needed to meet someone there?” 

@forgerextraordinaire  

forgerextraordinaire:

organizedinchaos:

 

Arthur flinched a bit, the back of his head throbbing as he swallowed thick. His neck was a weak spot, and he was sure Eames knew that. 
“Had what in me?” The younger asked through stuttered breath, closing his eyes and rolling his head back to expose his throat more. He was trying to forget the pain in his skull and instead thrive on the sensation going through his flesh. 
“You’re being rather forceful, Eames.” The brunette mused, running his hands up the elder’s back. “Eames?” 

“No need to be coy now, love,” he said, taking full advantage of the newly exposed area of Arthur’s throat. Eames always loved looking at Arthur like this, just exposed for him. “It’s just me and I’m not going to criticise your desire to be tied up.” If anything, he wanted to try it out as soon as possible. But he didn’t want to rush the point man into anything that he wasn’t ready for. He just had to be patient, he reminded himself.

“What Arthur,” he sighed, stopping what he was doing and moved so that he could look at the point man. “I thought you were enjoying all of this. I mean you seemed all for it just a bit ago…”

Arthur pushed on the other’s chest lightly, creasing his brows and heaving a sigh. “Sorry, my head is hurting.” He said, feeling the hostility in the other’s words. It always sucked to have a mood change when you were expecting sex.

“Sorry love,” he mused, “I’m a bit fuzzy. I don’t really remember how I… uh, got here?” He replied, crinkling his nose and pushing the other back. “I think I should lay down.” 

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