[Hey, he can see the actual fun just fine from here, thanks. As always, he prefers to observe the fun from a safe distance lest he catch something resembling a good mood. (You never know with these kinds of parties.)
It would seem he hasn't noticed the mistletoe hanging above him.]
I'm surprised to see me here too. [His tone is as dry as his martini.] How'd they con you into it?
[ Eames can't help it. He chuckles into his whiskey as he drains it and pushes the glass onto a nearby table. Arthur's humor always hits a spot. It's dry as Sahara and Eames loves it. ]
Someone promised that I'd find you under a mistletoe, [ he says as he pushes himself away from the door frame and right into Arthur's personal space, not quite crowding him but not far from it either, hands in his pockets, smile playing on his full lips. ]
[That... is not the answer that Arthur was expecting. Congratulations, Eames, you've actually managed to throw him a bit. (Somehow it's always Eames who seems to get the drop on him; it drives Arthur crazy).
His mouth falls open in surprise before he blinks and glances up, brows drawing together in dismay at the sight of the mistletoe.]
[Arthur draws in a breath as Eames moves in close, and it's the only outward sign that Eames' proximity has fazed him at all. He isn't going to back away, though it's obvious from the tension in his jaw that it's somewhat of a challenge for him to stay put. Still, he has no intention of letting Eames intimidate him.
Lifting his chin in a petulant sort of gesture, he stares down his nose at Eames, affecting a look that is thoroughly unimpressed.]
You did not come here just to see if you could catch me under mistletoe.
[ Eames is not a tall man. Actually he's just a tiny bit shorter than Arthur. So when Arthur draws his chin up, he's making it all that much harder to reach for him.
So he brings out his hands from his pockets and reaches up, brushing first one hand fingers over Arthur's jaw, then the other, letting his hands cup Arthur's neck within his palms as he draws him juuuust a little bit lower. ]
No, I definitely didn't, [ he says softly as he tilts his head, leaning in, slotting his face and mouth perfectly in line with Arthur's.
And then he pauses, the warmth of his breath washing over Arthur's mouth. ]
All I'm saying is that if you would rather not, no one is going to force you, darling. [ The amusement lingering in those sea-blue eyes is very real though. ]
[This time, the effect that Eames has on Arthur is much more obvious: this time, he shudders as he draws in a breath, unable to prevent his eyes from dropping to Eames' full lips. To be honest, he should have expected this in a game of chicken with someone like Eames, but he's still worried for a second that he might actually drop his martini.
All Arthur has to do is tilt his chin just barely and their lips would brush, his nose bumping Eames' as he lifts his gaze to look him in the eye. Still stubbornly refusing to end the game, when he speaks it's barely a whisper.]
And what if I said I stood here purposefully, waiting for you?
[He could keep resisting, but really, there's only one way that this is going to end. Spoilers: it's not with him pulling away. He's pleased enough to have given Eames a moment of pause, so why not take advantage of his momentary distraction?
Lips quirking up at one corner, Arthur doesn't bother to answer, instead simply offering Eames a wink before closing the distance between them and pressing their lips together soundly.]
[ What a cheeky little arse. Eames is already laughing, approvingly when Arthur meshes their mouths together, the sound of his amusement muffled by Arthur's lips pressing onto his.
That's hardly where it's going to end, though.
Because Eames has no intention of letting Arthur out of this easily with a quick peck on the lips.
He steps in close and tilts is head further to the side, slotting their mouths together properly as he coaxes Arthur to open his by chasing his bottom one between Eames' full lips and sucking on it gently. ]
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[Hey, he can see the actual fun just fine from here, thanks. As always, he prefers to observe the fun from a safe distance lest he catch something resembling a good mood. (You never know with these kinds of parties.)
It would seem he hasn't noticed the mistletoe hanging above him.]
I'm surprised to see me here too. [His tone is as dry as his martini.] How'd they con you into it?
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Someone promised that I'd find you under a mistletoe, [ he says as he pushes himself away from the door frame and right into Arthur's personal space, not quite crowding him but not far from it either, hands in his pockets, smile playing on his full lips. ]
They weren't wrong.
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His mouth falls open in surprise before he blinks and glances up, brows drawing together in dismay at the sight of the mistletoe.]
Oh, you have got to be kidding me.
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But to be completely honest, he wouldn't mind kissing that frowning mouth either.
So he wets his lips in a very obvious sort of way and leans a bit closer. ]
I'll understand if you don't want to kiss me, [ he promises, green-blue eyes dancing with mirth. You going to chicken out now, Arthur? ]
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Lifting his chin in a petulant sort of gesture, he stares down his nose at Eames, affecting a look that is thoroughly unimpressed.]
You did not come here just to see if you could catch me under mistletoe.
[Deflecting? Arthur? Never.]
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So he brings out his hands from his pockets and reaches up, brushing first one hand fingers over Arthur's jaw, then the other, letting his hands cup Arthur's neck within his palms as he draws him juuuust a little bit lower. ]
No, I definitely didn't, [ he says softly as he tilts his head, leaning in, slotting his face and mouth perfectly in line with Arthur's.
And then he pauses, the warmth of his breath washing over Arthur's mouth. ]
All I'm saying is that if you would rather not, no one is going to force you, darling. [ The amusement lingering in those sea-blue eyes is very real though. ]
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All Arthur has to do is tilt his chin just barely and their lips would brush, his nose bumping Eames' as he lifts his gaze to look him in the eye. Still stubbornly refusing to end the game, when he speaks it's barely a whisper.]
And what if I said I stood here purposefully, waiting for you?
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But that question has him pausing, his gaze dragging up with effort from Arthur's pretty little mouth, Eames' eyes squinting.
His thumbs drag slowly across Arthur's jaw, an idle caress. ]
I'd find that very interesting. Did you?
[ Of course he didn't. But is that how you want to play this game, luv? ]
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Lips quirking up at one corner, Arthur doesn't bother to answer, instead simply offering Eames a wink before closing the distance between them and pressing their lips together soundly.]
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That's hardly where it's going to end, though.
Because Eames has no intention of letting Arthur out of this easily with a quick peck on the lips.
He steps in close and tilts is head further to the side, slotting their mouths together properly as he coaxes Arthur to open his by chasing his bottom one between Eames' full lips and sucking on it gently. ]