neededforger | Making up for lost time, one more time.

Making up for lost time, one more time.

They had lazed about for most of the day, mostly just because they could, and even when one or the other of them got up to use the bathroom or retrieve a book, they always came right back, as if somehow that bed held all the secrets of the universe. Come afternoon, Eames went to get his laptop, doing some research to find a restaurant for dinner, coming up with a few nearby and just deciding by what was closest, since he figured the walk would do them both good.
He even made a reservation, just to make sure they'd have a seat, even though as far as he could tell they were wide open as far as space.

"Are you ready, Arthur?" He called back towards the bedroom from where he was perched on the couch, having settled there after he'd gotten dressed, waiting for the other man to finish his shower, though the water had been off for a while.

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"Well, that's how I feel about liquid caramel." His tone indicating that that was a very valid point.

A small smile, "Sometimes. Other times it's my fault." That was definitely a rare thing for Arthur to admit to. But, at this point in their relationship (and being in a relatively decent mood at the moment), Arthur felt it was only fair. And true.

Sometimes it wasn't anything Eames had done or hadn't done. Sometimes it was purely Arthur and whatever personal hang-ups he had.

And sometimes, often, Eames did it on purpose just to needle the other man because he could. He did, however, smile at the admission, giving a shrug, "I suppose it is, on occasion."

Oh, Arthur knew the other man would do that at times (and those were usually the times when he didn't mind making Eames look like a kicked puppy - although that indifference didn't last very long).

However, at the words, there was a slightly bemusement look. And Eames accused Arthur of being intentionally vague...

He couldn't help but smile again when their desserts arrived, giving the waitress another thank you before he dug in, very nearly purring when he found that the cake was warmed through.

Arthur, when tasting his cake, couldn't restrain the noise that came out of him, "Mmmgod." It was warm and the icing and caramel were perfectly blended. It practically melted in his mouth. He also licked the caramel from his lips, some of it dripping as he took another bite.

That was just thoroughly distracting as far as Eames was concerned, pausing for a moment, fork hovering somewhere between plate and mouth, blinking twice. He shook his head a moment later, snapping that bite up before it could crumble back off the fork again.

Arthur didn't notice Eames' reaction. He was far too engrossed in this incredible cake before him. Dear God, it hit the craving and satisfied it completely. He really had to refrain from making more noises (but a few did escape as he tasted more of the icing).

He also took to licking his fork, just to make sure none of it got away from him.

Eames had been nibbling at his own, it was good, though apparently not as good as Arthur's was, though he knew that was comparitive and he just got distracted all over again at the fork-licking.

Arthur finally noticed Eames' look, but thought he had just paused in his eating and didn't notice the staring, pausing with his own eating, "What? Is yours not good?"

He grinned then, "Delicious, actually, though apparently not as distracting as yours is." Distracting for Eames, that was. He went back to taking small bites, just savoring it as he was prone to doing, still watching Arthur out of the corner of his eye.

An eyebrow arched at that, "Distracting?" His own fork poised above his plate.

He just nodded at that, smiling faintly, "Mm, that is what I said." He gave a quick lick to his own fork, catching the last few crumbs off the back of it, brow arching as if this were some sort of demonstration.

A small - but not innocent - smile, "Hmm." And then Arthur went back to eating, licking his fork far more slowly than he needed to (and slightly more suggestively).

Eames just laughed again, low and rolling and almost lost under the background noise. Really now that he knew Arthur was doing it on purpose it shouldn't have had the same effect on him, but it did, and there was no denying it.

Arthur knew that was the case and so, with that same, not-so-innocent smile, "Would you like to try some? It's really good."

He just shook his head, mostly at that smile, laughing again, "No, but thank you, Arthur." His voice had gone to a murmur, an amused rumble, it was the tone that usually preceeded a pouncing, which was what he was holding off from for the moment since they were still in public.

Arthur remembered that tone. And what usually ensued as a result. "Suit yourself."

He went back to finishing off his cake. He knew that as long as they were in public, Eames wouldn't act on that look he was giving Arthur. But that didn't mean Arthur would ease up in his teasing...

And Eames had hardly expected him to, because really that was half the fun of things like this. His own smile drifted into something a little more predatory as he finished his own dinner, sighing heavily, full and content and feeling better than he had in ... well, quite some time, really.

Arthur saw that smile and had to resist the urge to squirm in his seat. If only slightly. He did have fun teasing Eames - he always did whenever he had done it during their year together.

After he finished his cake, he sat back in his own seat, giving a little sigh at how good he felt. Still with the small smile, he brushed a leg against one of Eames' legs underneath the table. "That was good."

He nudged back, just because he could, brow arching, "So, when we've paid here, do you think you'll survive a walk back? Or should we call a cab?" He was actually feeling like a walk, if Arthur was up to it.

Arthur nudged back as well, "Think I can handle that."

"Wonderful." Was the reply, unfolding from his seat and heading to the front counter to pay.

He grinned once they were outside again, "Might have to come back here before we move on, what do you think?"

Arthur nearly grinned himself, "If only for the cake alone, I vote 'yes'."

"That is rather what I was implying." He said, smiling again. He made it a point to bump his shoulder against Arthur's as often as he could without being completely obvious.

"Well, good." Arthur actually returned the nudges, nearly pushing Eames off his feet at one point and laughing because of it (while apologizing in between breaths for almost knocking him into a lamppost).

To anyone else on the streets, they looked like two people, two friends (possibly something more if anyone wanted to look more closely), that where riding a bit of an after-dinner high. Not drunk, just a little buzzed.

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