Making up for lost time, one more time.

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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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Arthur was fading pretty fast, making another weak noise at the licking. He was pretty sure he wouldn't exactly be able to walk... for a while. At least not without some soreness.

When he finally did manage to open his eyes, all he could really do was look at Eames, not really able to say anything he was feeling (which there was too much even if he could voice them).

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Eames finally withdrew once he'd managed to catch his breath, muscles feeling comfortably overworked, knowing that he'd probably be feeling that come morning. He shifted his weight so that he could just gather Arthur up, carrying him to bed.

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Arthur ended up making another noise at the other man leaving his body - almost feeling like he already missed that kind of connection - but didn't resist being carried into the bedroom. He didn't have the energy to protest, either.

His eyes closing, he couldn't even imagine how Eames could still move let alone carry him all the way into the bedroom (which, when feeling this weak, seemed like several feet rather than the few it actually was).

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There were a few moments after he'd deposited Arthur on the bed while Eames went to go clean up, but he returned before long, stretching himself out along Arthur's back once more, arm looping around the other man's waist, half-possessive, really, but gentle, "Sleep, Arthur."