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beachlassrepost of an Inception story from September
Language of Love by beachlass
Written for cobweb_diamond.
ALOE- GRIEF
"Will you just give me the fucking leaf! Arthur says, and Eames hands it over, sliced open and gooey. He wipes his blade on his sleeve, closes up his knife and checks the window again while Arthur hisses and rubs at his burnt hand.
BUTTERCUP -RICHES
With the information secure, and Cobb at the other end of the field weaving actual daisy chains with the mark, there is no real reason to stay in the dream. But Eames has sprawled in the grass, loose limbed and smug is threatening to Arthur's chin with the yellow blossom in his hand, and there is no real need to hurry, either.
CORIANDER - LUST
They barely get the takeout curry bag on the cointer before Arthur is shoved up against the wall, bracing himself on Eames' shoulder to leverage his legs up and around his waist. Later, Arthur's complaints about the samosas being crushed are half hearted at best, as he licks spilt coriander sauce from Eames' fingers.
DELPHINNIUM - ABILITY TO TRANSCEND THE BOUNDS OF SPACE AND TIME
The assignment parameters have some gawdawful flowery code name that just reeks of MI5 fucking with SAS just because they can, and the American soldier giving the briefing looks about sixteen, but there something about that shiny silver case he's flipping the locks on that has Eames rolling his toothpick to the other side of his mouth and leaning forward.
ELDERFLOWER - COMPASSION
They can't get a flight to LA until the morning, so after the first round of phone calls, after hearing "coroner's inquest" and "suspicious death" Eames gets Arthur drunk enough to sleep. It takes only two bottles of the homemade wine, and the hangover will be brutal, but... Mal. Beautiful Mal.
FORGET ME NOT - TRUE LOVE
"Now that you've tazed me I refuse to buy you flowers." says Eames, because of course, it's him, breaking into Arthur's hotel room in the middle of the night. Arthur rights the fallen wine bottle, gets the light, kneels and starts working on the leads stuck in Eames chest. "You couldn't have called first?" he asks. "Ruined the surprise" Eames rumbles, and pulls Arthur down for a kiss.
Language of Love by beachlass
Written for cobweb_diamond.
ALOE- GRIEF
"Will you just give me the fucking leaf! Arthur says, and Eames hands it over, sliced open and gooey. He wipes his blade on his sleeve, closes up his knife and checks the window again while Arthur hisses and rubs at his burnt hand.
BUTTERCUP -RICHES
With the information secure, and Cobb at the other end of the field weaving actual daisy chains with the mark, there is no real reason to stay in the dream. But Eames has sprawled in the grass, loose limbed and smug is threatening to Arthur's chin with the yellow blossom in his hand, and there is no real need to hurry, either.
CORIANDER - LUST
They barely get the takeout curry bag on the cointer before Arthur is shoved up against the wall, bracing himself on Eames' shoulder to leverage his legs up and around his waist. Later, Arthur's complaints about the samosas being crushed are half hearted at best, as he licks spilt coriander sauce from Eames' fingers.
DELPHINNIUM - ABILITY TO TRANSCEND THE BOUNDS OF SPACE AND TIME
The assignment parameters have some gawdawful flowery code name that just reeks of MI5 fucking with SAS just because they can, and the American soldier giving the briefing looks about sixteen, but there something about that shiny silver case he's flipping the locks on that has Eames rolling his toothpick to the other side of his mouth and leaning forward.
ELDERFLOWER - COMPASSION
They can't get a flight to LA until the morning, so after the first round of phone calls, after hearing "coroner's inquest" and "suspicious death" Eames gets Arthur drunk enough to sleep. It takes only two bottles of the homemade wine, and the hangover will be brutal, but... Mal. Beautiful Mal.
FORGET ME NOT - TRUE LOVE
"Now that you've tazed me I refuse to buy you flowers." says Eames, because of course, it's him, breaking into Arthur's hotel room in the middle of the night. Arthur rights the fallen wine bottle, gets the light, kneels and starts working on the leads stuck in Eames chest. "You couldn't have called first?" he asks. "Ruined the surprise" Eames rumbles, and pulls Arthur down for a kiss.
