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[pointwoman.livejournal.com]

How much longer do you need?

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[pointwoman.livejournal.com]

Then we need to get going, because it's almost playtime.

[myfavoriteblond.livejournal.com]

[Eyelashes might brush cheeks as they dip just once, before Eames smiles.] You're a terrible tease. [He leads the way.] Do remember to be deeply in love with me.

[pointwoman.livejournal.com]

Worshiping the ground you walk on as we speak.

[myfavoriteblond.livejournal.com]

Not with that tone, dearest.

[pointwoman.livejournal.com]

And what tone do I need?

[myfavoriteblond.livejournal.com]

[He stops their forward motion in consideration, turning slightly toward Arthur. Full lips turn into a disarmingly geniune smile as he reaches up and brushes the backs of fingers up Arthur's cheek.] You look lovely tonight.

[And goddamn if it doesn't sound like if we weren't in public I would undress you right now.]

[pointwoman.livejournal.com]

We don't have much time.

[myfavoriteblond.livejournal.com]

[Eames takes the moment, leaning in and pressing the chasest of kisses to the corner of Arthur's mouth before murmuring,] Lead on, dear Arthur.

[pointwoman.livejournal.com]

Just like Eames, I don't plan. Which is how I can start something and have no idea where to take it.

[myfavoriteblond.livejournal.com]

[Eames' arm is light around Arthur's shoulders, the gentle brush of thumb against collarbone absent-seeming as she looks around for their mark through the sea of subconscious bodies.]