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shichiloafSo I fell so in love with this fic, Immaculate Dream by ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-syndicated.gif)
franticsga I made this. I'm a huge nerd but like... The scene was just so... So, and I had a perfect picture in my head and couldn't help myself.
"“It’s right,” Arthur says in a low voice. Eames feels something softer against his skin and realises it’s Arthur’s lips. He stays perfectly still. “I love this tattoo. No one knows it quite like I do.”
“You can touch me any time you worry whether it’s real or not,” he replies. It’s gone windy outside, and the leaves rustling across the ground should make him jump and grab his weapon, but they don’t. An asteroid could land outside and he wouldn’t move.
“Can I touch you any other time?” Arthur’s lips are still close to his skin; Eames can feel them brushing when he speaks, and shivers.
“I wish you would,” he says, and turns around, pushed beyond the limits of what any man should have to endure. Arthur’s mouth is hot and sweet and urgent on his right away and he moves against him without any kind of restraint between them whatsoever."
Fff that gave me so much trouble to upload.... Aaand if anyone's interested I made it into a comic looking thing also here. In case the .gif-ness is headache inducing....
franticsga I made this. I'm a huge nerd but like... The scene was just so... So, and I had a perfect picture in my head and couldn't help myself."“It’s right,” Arthur says in a low voice. Eames feels something softer against his skin and realises it’s Arthur’s lips. He stays perfectly still. “I love this tattoo. No one knows it quite like I do.”
“You can touch me any time you worry whether it’s real or not,” he replies. It’s gone windy outside, and the leaves rustling across the ground should make him jump and grab his weapon, but they don’t. An asteroid could land outside and he wouldn’t move.
“Can I touch you any other time?” Arthur’s lips are still close to his skin; Eames can feel them brushing when he speaks, and shivers.
“I wish you would,” he says, and turns around, pushed beyond the limits of what any man should have to endure. Arthur’s mouth is hot and sweet and urgent on his right away and he moves against him without any kind of restraint between them whatsoever."
Fff that gave me so much trouble to upload.... Aaand if anyone's interested I made it into a comic looking thing also here. In case the .gif-ness is headache inducing....
