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No Way Back - New Friends [For Artfulforger]

It had been a few days since his conversation with Peter and the resulting conversation with Eames regarding a visit from their new werewolf friend.

To be honest, there was a part of him that was looking forward to this meeting and yet, at the same time, there was a part of him that was reserved about it and truly didn't know what to expect.

The latter feeling was one he was all too familiar with. Considering his job, it was probably to be expected.

Whatever happened, it was sure to be entertaining.

One thing that came out of it though were the bestiaries that Peter had sent to him. Arthur had taken the time to merge them together into one and start the beginning of his own with what Eames and he had come across. Including the journals of Ellen Rimbauer and Joyce Reardon.

That house was forever going to be engrained into their lives. The only good thing that came out of it? Eames.

Arthur turned the desk chair around to face the forger and watched him for a moment. "Do you want to go out to dinner tonight?"

They had been out, of course. Done things together.

But he liked being able to call it a date with Eames.

It wasn't just work anymore. It wasn't running for their lives from both the mortal and now the supernatural sort. It was going out for drinks, dinner -- whatever else they decided to do that day as a couple.

He liked that.

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"You can make a comment but I know very well how good you look out of said suits," he said with an amused smirk. They had spent plenty of time now naked and indulging in one another. "I promise to take it off for you," he said, sending the forger a little wink.

Despite the seriousness of their jobs and their new side job in the supernatural realm, Arthur had become a bit less rigid around the forger and to some degree, Peter Hale. "One day I'll wear it just for you... in the real world and not just in dreams."

He chuckles. "Yes. Clothes. We should get ready to go," Arthur grinned.

"That you do, and currently you're the only one that will be getting that view again," he pointed out, wanting to make that commitment, though he knew that Arthur already knew. That didn't mean he wouldn't reenforce it, all for the sake of knowing that Arthur and he were settled.

"Right. Clothes. Sure," he said, considering. "You could put it on tonight and I could rip it off you," he noted, smirking as he moved closer to Arthur.

"I better be, Mr. Eames," he said with a slow smile. Arthur knew that of course. Had known that. Of course, he had to admit, he liked that Eames wanted to reinforce that thought/notion that he was the only one.

He chuckled and watched as Eames moved in closer. "I could. Think you could handle it," he asked with a teasing smirk. He had all the pieces in his suitcase, it wouldn't be difficult at all.

Chuckling, he winked at him. "I give you every choice to show me why I shouldn't let anyone else have a touch of this," he teased. "Just for my sake," he teased.

"You doubt I could strip it down to see you naked? Really?"

"I will be sure to do it too," Arthur responded with a smirk. He was not opposed to showing his appreciation and how much Eames was his.

"Oh no, I have no doubt that you can. I'll put it on tonight - just for you."

"Fine. Clothes. Out," he repeated, almost as if he was trying to convince himself. Which he might have well been trying to do. It was hard to focus on anything but Arthur when he had the chance. Hell, when he didn't know it was his right he had found it hard to concentrate on other things.

Now his secret was out about why he always seemed distracted during planning when they were on jobs together.

Arthur loved the fact that Eames found him irresistible enough to keep him distracted. Okay, he loved it when they weren't working. Okay, and he imagined, when they were, he'd even love it a little then too. He simply liked the fact that he could distract Eames enough to get him to stop paying attention even if that was what he needed to be doing.

Arthur grinned. "Clothes out. Date night," he said with a nod and stood from his chair. "Come on, love," He said and took Eames' hand, leading him to the bedroom of their hotel suite.

"Fine. Clothes out. I'll behave," he said with a smirk, his fingers curling around Arthur's. "I like this idea though," he murmured softly, his voice filled with emotions that he hoped would show what he felt for the other man.

"There will be time to misbehave afterward," Arthur said with an amused smirk, tightening his hand around Eames'.

He turned to look at him and smiles softly. "I do too," he said, his voice soft. It had been a while since they had gone out on a date. It was one thing to do things together simply because they were there in the right time and right place. But it was another to simply go and actually have a real date.

"We should do it more."

Which was Arthur showing his hand - his feelings of wanting this to happen more often.

"Afterwards? So not during?" Oh but he was pushing, wasn't he? And knowing he was doing it too. And yet the idea of having this night out, to actually have a date, meant he planned to do whatever it was Arthur wanted. All so they could share this amongst themselves.

That got a smile, nodding. "We not only should, but we will," he said, making it a promise. He didn't say things he didn't plan on keeping up with, after all.

"Knowing us? It'll be during and afterward," he said with a smirk.

After all they had been through recently, they deserved this time out and simply be together. Dinner... whatever else they may want afterward. Walk, go to a movie... it didn't matter so long as they were together.

"We will," he agreed before leaning in to press a kiss to Eames' lips then walking to the closet where he had hung up the majority of his clothes. "If we don't get dressed soon, I'm doubting we'll leave this room."

Wasn't that the answer he wanted? Oh but Eames lit up at that, grinning at him, not even sure what to say that wasn't over the top but he was damn well amused in that moment. Then he couldn't help himself. "What a wicked boy you are," he teased. "I do love that about you, Arthur."

And he did. He couldn't deny what he thought of him.

"You say that like that's a bad thing."

And yet, instead of moving on Arthur, he moved to look at what he had, considering his fashion and what options he had for the night.

"Not a bad thing at all, just not in the plans," Arthur said with a grin, glancing over at him. He pulled out something that was fairly casual for Arthur going out. Slacks, a pinstriped white button down and a jacket. He took out a tie and sat it down.

He glanced over at Eames and watched him with a smile. "I'm really looking forward to this date night."

It wasn't like they didn't know each other or didn't do things with each other, no. It was the fact that... they didn't do it like this and call it such.

Eames was so much more than a 'boyfriend'. He didn't have very many best friends and he could honestly say, after everything they had been through, Eames was definitely his best friend, lover... partner.

"Plans. Oh yes, the plans," he said, using most the same talk he would have in the past, but there was no hard edge on it. Not anymore. Not like their used to be. All that had been before, the roughness to Eames' teasing and now that was gone but the teasing wasn't. "Can't let anything ruin the plans,' he teased.

He dressed carefully, but as himself. Just more tamed down, so that he wasn't wearing paisley with burgundy slacks. Nope, they were fawn colored. That was tamer, right?

Glancing over at Arthur, pausing to look him over and take it all in with a smile. "I'm definitely looking forward to this date, and you," he said, giving Arthur a wink.

"WE should do it more often," he said suddenly. "Things outside all the rest. For you and me." Dating beyond just a date, making time for one another. He wanted that.

Arthur chuckled and started to change into the selected outfit, buttoning up his shirt as he glanced over at Eames. "You're looking forward to these plans as much as I am," he said then grinned when Eames admitted he was looking forward to it s well.

"Trust me, I'm looking forward to you too," he tossed him a wink before sliding on his slacks and buttoning them up after tucking in his shirt. It was unsurprising of course that he felt closer to Eames since the Rose Red fiasco with all they had been through and on that level, he was almost thankful to that damn house.

He walked over to Eames with a smile. "We absolutely should," he agreed and took a moment to slid his hands over Eames' shirt. Arthur didn't stop himself from touching. He enjoyed being able to do this and spend one on one time with the forger without any other sort of demands on their time. For too long that had happened and now, it was just them. "We'll be sure to start making time for just us."

"I refuse to confirm nor deny these ideas you have, Sir," he said, tones more formal, his accent changed slightly to something more regal and, well, snooty. "And you'll have to beat the truth out of me." Or a spanking. That would do as well.

The house had, laughably, opened doors. For them, at least. It had brought them together and made them both admit things they might not have otherwise opened up about.

That didn't mean though that Eames would ever want to fucking do that house again. Not in a million years.'

Eames paused in tying his tie, savoring that touch, Arthur's closeness to him. "Good. We need it." And after Rose Red they both knew how quickly they could lose so much. "Also, I encourage all the touching you want tonight."

Arthur chuckled. "Of course you do, just to be contrary," he sent him a smirk. He liked the way that voice sounded, but honestly Arthur liked Eames' voice period. It didn't matter which one was used. "Besides, we both know the truth. You did just admit it."

He reached up and continued tying Eames' tie for him then trailed his fingers over it. "We do," he agreed with a nod. "Good because I'm not sure I could keep my hands off you. I encourage the same," he said, looking at him before leaning in and pressing a kiss to his mouth. It demonstrated how trusting and at ease Arthur felt with Eames that he allowed himself to be this way. There was no need to keep so professional, not after what the house did to them and this relationship they had built as a result.

"Contrary is my middle name. Eames isn't my first name either," he teased, knowing that Arthur knew that. Likelihood was, Arthur knew more about Eames than Eames did, and he hadn't had to tell him any of it. He would though, at least where they currently stood, but he hadn't had to. Arthur just always seemed to know things.

Staying still, liking when Arthur did things like this for him. Smiling slightly, head canting only slightly to watch Arthur's hands.

With that encouragement, his hands came to rest on the narrow lines of Arthur's hips, showing that he definitely encouraged all the touching that he could in the midst of that kiss. The closeness meant the world to him, surprised to have that between them.

"Naturally it is," Arthur teased him with a laugh. He knew a lot about Eames, about the man that before and after he took up the alias Eames. He never said anything. It wasn't anyone else's business. It wasn't even his business but he liked knowing. He liked knowing as much as he could about a person. Thankfully, in this case, Eames was by far the least boring person he knew. He was still learning a lot about the man.

His mouth curled up, enjoying the feeling of those hands on his hips. Arthur pressed another kiss to his lips then his jaw before pulling away. "Should we get going," he asked with a grin. "Before there's a chance of us changing our minds." Though there was no doubt in his mind, he wanted this date with Eames. Wanted to go out and have dinner with him. Do... date-y things with him.

There was no part of Eames that suspected Arthur knew a lot about him, a lot more about him than probably anyone that he didn't share DNA with knew. He actually liked that, enjoying to know that Arthur knew these things about him and yet that he left Eames to share them with him as he wanted.

"We probably should, yes." He knew they had to of they would be here for hours. Leaning in, stealing another small kiss before moving to step back for the sake of getting himself to stop. "Come along then," he said, offering his arm.

Arthur returned his kiss with a hum before taking Eames' arm. He couldn't help the pleased smile that curled on his mouth knowing they were actually going to go out tonight. It wasn't the first time by any means but to know that they could have this in their upturned life felt... almost normal. Sure they had a werewolf joining them in a few days and sure they have now run into ghosts and a crazy homicidal gypsy but they actually were able to do this without someone selling them out.

Which, could still happen but still. It was less likely than if they were on some job one of them were working.

"We can do this," he said, his voice soft and gentle as the kiss barely broke. Liking the feel of his lips against Arthur's, of the hum of the things they shared. "Yeah, we have this life now but we can have us. We can have what we never admitted we wanted before. I'm not letting that house take that from us. The house gave us this, and I won't let that go."

Without the house, who knew if they ever would have admitted how they felt. He wasn't giving that up for anything. Even the insanity the house sent for them.

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