"I'm menstruating," Arthur says. Something crashes in the corridor just outside. Ah, Cobb must be back early.
True enough, Cobb walks in moments later, nervously eying Arthur. Arthur raises calm eyes to him, waits a moment, then goes back to her work when Cobb does nothing but turn deeper and deeper shades of red. ahahahaha this. this! so many boys i've known have Cobb's reaction XD
"Can't?" he says with a raised eyebrow, and regrets it almost immediately. He's hardly going to press her if she's in pain. He's not that hard-up for company.
But she just looks at him, disbelieving. "Are you seriously – " she cuts herself off, inhaling through her teeth, whistle-like. "Eames, that's filthy."
Oh. Oh, now they're talking.
"I didn't realize," Eames says, as smoothly as he can, "that filthy was a problem for you." i am delighted!
It's all Eames can do not to preen under her gaze, to open his thighs subtly, to puff his chest and square his shoulders. also, this is adorable. Eames is like one of those tropical birds that does the mating dances.
Eames absolutely loves Arthur's breasts, how lovely they are to nuzzle, how fucking responsive Arthur is to everything he does. He pinches her other nipple, sucking hard on the one in his mouth, and she pants out broken obscenities, rubbing against him, wordlessly begging for more.
This leaves him with one free hand, so he hoists her leg up over his shoulder – it just folds and stays there, he can't help but marvel at her flexibility – and pushes two fingers into her. She's sopping wet, her accustomed slickness combining with the flow of blood, and there's no resistance whatsoever when Eames slides them in.
At this, she throws back her head and moans outright, and Eames doesn't even try to hide his smug grin. Coaxing sounds out of Arthur is a skill he'd worked at long and hard, and it's immensely gratifying to reap the benefits. well, hello there, hotness.
His back will be feeling it, in the morning, but for now it's worth it. i quite love this, actually. something about the weighing and discounting of consequences.
He wipes his face and his hand clean on the bedsheet the hotel staff are going to hate them when they clean the room.
She doesn't direct him or pull at him, just humps the air until he gets a hand on the toy and fucks her with it, slow and deep, controlled. nnnnnngh
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True enough, Cobb walks in moments later, nervously eying Arthur. Arthur raises calm eyes to him, waits a moment, then goes back to her work when Cobb does nothing but turn deeper and deeper shades of red.
ahahahaha this. this! so many boys i've known have Cobb's reaction XD
"Can't?" he says with a raised eyebrow, and regrets it almost immediately. He's hardly going to press her if she's in pain. He's not that hard-up for company.
But she just looks at him, disbelieving. "Are you seriously – " she cuts herself off, inhaling through her teeth, whistle-like. "Eames, that's filthy."
Oh. Oh, now they're talking.
"I didn't realize," Eames says, as smoothly as he can, "that filthy was a problem for you."
i am delighted!
It's all Eames can do not to preen under her gaze, to open his thighs subtly, to puff his chest and square his shoulders.
also, this is adorable. Eames is like one of those tropical birds that does the mating dances.
Eames absolutely loves Arthur's breasts, how lovely they are to nuzzle, how fucking responsive Arthur is to everything he does. He pinches her other nipple, sucking hard on the one in his mouth, and she pants out broken obscenities, rubbing against him, wordlessly begging for more.
This leaves him with one free hand, so he hoists her leg up over his shoulder – it just folds and stays there, he can't help but marvel at her flexibility – and pushes two fingers into her. She's sopping wet, her accustomed slickness combining with the flow of blood, and there's no resistance whatsoever when Eames slides them in.
At this, she throws back her head and moans outright, and Eames doesn't even try to hide his smug grin. Coaxing sounds out of Arthur is a skill he'd worked at long and hard, and it's immensely gratifying to reap the benefits.
well, hello there, hotness.
His back will be feeling it, in the morning, but for now it's worth it.
i quite love this, actually. something about the weighing and discounting of consequences.
He wipes his face and his hand clean on the bedsheet
the hotel staff are going to hate them when they clean the room.
She doesn't direct him or pull at him, just humps the air until he gets a hand on the toy and fucks her with it, slow and deep, controlled.
nnnnnngh