om_main | Eames and Arthur, Tuesday Evening

Eames is frisky. Arthur is baffled. Eames still claims the victory.

This particular lounge seemed to be a new favourite of Arthur's. With daylight savings time it was still warm and golden in the room, despite the later hour. Eames slipped into the room and shut the door behind him. Discretely he grabbed a nearby wooden chair, blocking the door with it. By this point Arthur had looked up from the book, but Eames offered no excuse for his actions. Instead he flounced over and very gently plucked the book from Arthur's hand, bookmarking it before setting it aside.

Arthur, for his part, just watched the entire process with a slightly arched eyebrow and said nothing, even giving up the book without a fight as Eames took it away. "Problem?" He asked, just slightly dry.

Eames just smiled and shifted, going female and thus more lightweight, which might have helped if she didn't proceed to hop into Arthur's lap and tangle her arms around his neck, kissing him just as suddenly and just as enthusiastically.

He made startled sound, arms going around her almost on reflex. Not that he was objecting, exactly. "Eames what?" Arthur murmured as best as he could with someone attached to his lips.

"Hello," Eames stated, grinning at him briefly before kissing him again with a sharp, playful nip.

"Hi," Arthur returned in a mostly even deadpan. "Did you need something?"

"What do you think?" She pouted briefly before trailing kisses along his throat.

"With you? I can never tell." Though it was getting increasingly difficult to maintain the even tone with Eames' mouth on him. Arthur let out a breath and let his head fall back against the chair.

Eames took that as permission granted, continuing to trace her lips with a flicker of tongue across his pulse. With a small, happy sound she popped his top two buttons to have more to work with. She left the rest of his shirt intact.

And, Arthur should have known better. Give the shapeshifter an inch and you had no idea where you were going to end up. He reached up to catch Eames' hands to get his attention, though he didn't lift his head. "Eames. What are you doing?"

"Debauching you, if you'll allow it." Eames nuzzled against him softly.

"And you desperately needed to do it right now? In here?" Though at least the door was blocked.

"Yes." She peeked up and then caught Arthur's lips again with a soft kiss.

So really that meant it was up to Arthur to decide if he was going to let it go, or not. Eames would back off if he pushed it, he knew, no matter where the shapeshifter's sudden mood had come from. The question was whether or not he wanted to.

"Clothes stay on," he said firmly.

Eames beamed. "I can work around that," she said coyly. "Are you the only one allowed inside your clothing?"

He gave her an incredibly dry look in return. "How about you just tell me what you're looking for, here?"

Eames nuzzled very softly along his jaw and murmured, "I'm looking for you. That split second where you're not actually overthinking would also be amazing."

Arthur blinked, obviously having no idea what to do with that. "Okay, then."

Eames smiled and went back three steps, hands off of Arthur's buttons, settling warmly at the back of his neck. She kissed Arthur gently, easing into it. He could absolutely handle kissing, Eames was very confident in this.

He snorted a little like he was completely aware of the fact that he was being gentled, but honestly Arthur wasn't going to complain. If Eames gave him shit for it later, he could deal with it then. If this was apparently going to happen no matter what, he might as well enjoy himself. It did take a bit of effort to get himself to relax completely into the kiss, but he managed it.

Eames slid her fingers through Arthur's hair, getting a slightly firmer grasp as she pressed into the kiss. She was content to stay tangled a while longer, no shocking surprises yet.

There was a slight moment of hesitation before Arthur tipped his head into her grip, his own hands settling on her hips to pull her a bit closer. Eames had a point -- he really needed to stop overthinking the whole thing. Not the easiest thing in the world to do, but focusing on that was better than trying to parse Eames' motives.

With a small content sound Eames rocked ever so slightly against him, getting herself very comfortable in his lap.

He let out a breath and broke the kiss just enough to lean back slightly and skim a hand lightly up Eames' side. Arthur studied her for a moment, eyes slightly narrowed in thought.

Eames smiled softly. She leaned to nip his bottom lip. Always thinking, always thinking.

Arthur quirked a slight grin and shifted to catch her mouth properly, his hand barely brushing against the edge of her breast as he reached up to slide a hand into her hair.

Oh, hello. Eames pressed more passionately into the kiss, rolling her hips again with approval. She hadn't been in this body the first night they spent together, and it was nice--something new, something fantastic.

"What you wanted?" Arthur murmured against her mouth, fingers stroking almost absently against the nape of her neck.

"Yes, please," Eames murmured in a husky, pleased tone.

"Okay then," he said, smirking this time. And shifted down a little to press his mouth against Eames' throat, just under her jaw.

Eames slid one hand down to tug at the hem of Arthur's shirt, sliding her palm underneath it to settle warmly on his side.

He grumbled a little, but Arthur let her get away with it in favor of brushing a soft kiss on the line of her pulse. For all that Eames liked pushing, she knew his limits and Arthur trusted her to respect them. Even if it was only because she knew he wold hurt her if she didn't.

Not that threats of violence would honestly be a deterent. She stroked her thumb against his skin but that was all, rocking and squirming a little but more in his lap.

"Eames," he murmured on a sharp inhale as she started shifting again. Though even Arthur couldn't have said if he meant for her to stop or keep going.

"Yeah," she murmured, as if she was agreeing with whatever incoherent decision he'd just made. She caught his lips again and rolled her hips with slow intent.

Stop thinking, Arthur told himself firmly as the urge to ask what exactly she wanted him to do started to well up again. If only it was that easy. They both knew he was completely out of his depth, but at least the last time they done...this, Eames had given him something like a guideline.

Really, the only option was to just give up and let her do what she wanted. Well, or stop completely, but confused as he was Arthur wasn't even considering that one. What he did was let out a soft sigh and mutter, "you win," into her mouth.

She grinned, licking lewdly into the kiss before raising up enough to murmur. "Then I claim you as my prize."

"Here I figured you were doing that already," he said as dryly as he could manage.

"What, with the rubbing all over you? Oh, no, I have plenty more ways I need to claim you." She pressed her lips to his throat and slid back. Before Arthur could object Eames popped the fly to his trousers and climbed off him, slipping swiftly to her knees.

Both of Arthur's eyebrows lifted a little but he just held her eyes as she moved. "You couldn't have just said that from the beginning?"

"What? Dearest Arthur, I've barricaded the door, please sit back and enjoy the blow job? Where's the romance? Where's the foreplay?" The whole while she was saying this she was giving herself better access.

"Isn't that what you want me to do now?"

She grinned. "Yes. Do please enjoy the blow job." She kissed his kneecap before foregoing further banter and diving straight into the force Arthur not to talk or think for at least fifteen minutes portion of the night.