"Hey, there are plenty of countries I'm still allowed in. Mostly because they've never caught me. Hell, France proudly displays two of my paintings and I visit them often," he teased.

His hands slid around Eames' hips, groaning as he pulled him closer, tighter against him. Arthur said they were done for now, had shown they were off the clock. He wasn't letting go now. Not when he had the chance.