Inception: fluff meme drabbles - ie. in which my titles are longer than my fics

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not much writing from me lately, but here are two drabbles I scribbled down for round 2 of bookshop's fluff meme. thank you to everyone who left me comments at the meme - you are all so sweet. ♥

you're the one I've been dreaming of, you see
inception: arthur/eames. g, 332 words. originally here.

When he walks into his dark hotel room, there is an unexpected, human-shaped lump on the bed.

Eames has his gun out in a second, but he keeps his footsteps light because the last thing he needs is for whoever it is to realize he's here. He makes it almost to the edge of the bed when the lump shifts. Eames stops but holds his gun steady.

"Eames?" comes a very very familiar voice.

"Arthur?" Eames says incredulously, lowering his gun as he clicks on the lamp. The sight he's greeted with makes him smile.

Arthur's eyes are more closed than open, and his hair is an utter mess, curling around his head like a bird's nest. He frowns sleepily at the sudden brightness, small lines forming on his forehead as he tries to glare at Eames. "Turn off the light," he says, voice rough with sleep.

Eames is charmed. "Darling, what are you doing here?" he asks gleefully as he gets undressed. "Aren't you supposed to be in Vienna?"

"Job finished early," Arthur mumbles into the pillow, then swats a hand in Eames' direction like Eames is an annoying fly he can get rid of. "Talk tomorrow, sleep now," he says in what he evidently thinks is a commanding tone, but it just delights Eames even more.

"Admit it, you missed me, didn't you," he says, not even trying to hold back the smile in his voice as he slips on the drawstring pants he'd packed.

"Shut up, come to bed," Arthur grumbles, head buried under what looks like a small mountain of blankets. Eames laughs out loud, then complies because there's nothing he'd like to do more. Slipping under the covers, he turns off the light. Arthur mumbles something about how Eames is freezing, but he presses closer all the same, pliant and lovely against him.

Eames tangles their legs together, presses his lips once to Arthur's cheek ("Goodnight, darling.") and falls asleep to the sound of Arthur's steady breathing.

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take my love in real small doses
inception: arthur/eames. g, 274 words. originally here.

The first time they kiss, it's embarrassingly awkward. They have no idea how to fit together - Eames' grip on his shoulder is almost painfully tight and Arthur tilts his head a little too much and the angle is all wrong. Eames tastes like cigarettes and sweat and a hint of the bitter coffee from earlier, and when Arthur pulls back, they just stare at each other for a minute, both at a loss for words.

Arthur is considering his chances of getting the hell out of here with some of his dignity intact when Eames suddenly breaks the tension with a chuckle. His voice is a smooth, rich slide that sends a shiver down Arthur's spine, and the corner of his eyes are crinkled with laughter. Leaning forward, he presses their foreheads together. "Shall we try that again, darling?" he says, eyes warm as his breath tickles the corner of Arthur's lips, and Arthur nods dazedly.

Their second kiss isn't miraculously perfect, but there's a definite improvement. Their teeth still clink a little when they meet and Arthur winces involuntarily, but Eames doesn't let him pull back, wrapping an arm more firmly around Arthur's waist instead.


They don't get much farther than a few kisses that night. Both having changed into pajamas, they fall into Arthur's bed together, but Eames just throws a leg over Arthur's hip, pulling him close until Arthur learns to relax into his touch. Let's take our time with this, sweetheart, he says, voice just a quiet purr, and when Arthur nods, he can feel the way Eames' lips form into a smile against the expanse of his throat.

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here's to more fluff in the world. ♥

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Oh, snugglebunny boyz...how very sweet!