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I was dreaming, but I should have been with you instead
Arthur/Eames | PG | 500~ words
all lyrics belong to Wham!
for [personal profile] ladderax
I hope you like it! This song was seriously stuck in my head for weeks after I'd heard it in the grocery store.

thanks to [personal profile] hungerpunch for the beta <3
 


Wham!’s Last Christmas is playing on Arthur’s open laptop and Arthur hates George Michael, he really does, but Eames fucking loves George Michael and he loves this fucking song but it’s hitting a little too close to home for Arthur right now.

Last Christmas
I gave you my heart


Arthur pours himself a glass of whatever the hell is in the pantry because it’s Christmas and Eames was supposed to be home four hours ago. Four hours ago. Arthur kicks the pantry door shut and stumbles over his sweatpants, which in reality are Eames’ sweatpants, and frowns.

Even if he wanted to change out of them, he’s too drunk. He’s polished off a 40oz of Country Club, and what looks and tastes like a badly corked bottle of wine. He ambles over to the freezer and grabs a frozen pizza, because it’s the only thing he can cook, and a gallon of ice cream. It’s not even his favorite kind. His favorite kind is Ben & Jerry’s Pistachio pistachio thank you very much. This poor substitute is Eames’ favorite. He frowns at all the little spoons in the utensil drawer and opts for the big spoon.

But the very next day you gave it away

Eames hasn’t even opened his gallon of Double Fudge Chocolate Chip--the generic brand from the local grocery. Arthur tears off the lid and digs in. He doesn’t even know why he’s eating Eames’ stupid ice cream, and wearing Eames’ stupid sweatpants, wrapped in Eames’ stupid robe, sitting at their stupid kitchen table. Arthur has just gotten through three bites of disgusting ice cream when he hears the door open and close.

This year
To save me from tears


“Darling, I’m sorry I’m late my flight was delayed and--” Eames stops at the entrance to their kitchen, eyes wide. He eyes the empty beer bottle on the floor first and then the bottle of wine sitting on the table. “How drunk are you?” His grin is so fond and so goofy that Arthur can barely speak. Next Eames’ eyes rest on his Double Fudge Chocolate Chip ice cream. “And is that my ice cream? Also are you listening to George Michael? Did you miss me that much?”

Arthur blushes and fumbles around with his laptop trying to pause the dulcet tones of George Michael; before he can stop the song Eames has already got an arm around his waist and is pulling him up into his arms.

“I missed you,” Eames says as he nuzzles at Arthur’s neck, and fuck if it doesn’t feel good, and Arthur doesn’t really care if George Michael is playing softly because Eames has got his arms around him and is placing wet kisses up and down his jaw. Maybe tomorrow Arthur will tell Eames that they will no longer take jobs without each other anymore, that the idea of three weeks without him is difficult of enough; Arthur has a feeling that Eames already knows though.

I’ll give it to someone special

Date: 2012-01-10 02:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sneaqui.livejournal.com
Arthur being sad and eating ice cream and drinking 40s and wearing pajamas and then Eames comes in and snuggles with him THESE ARE A FEW OF MY FAVORITE THIIIIINGS!! <3 <3 <3

Date: 2012-01-11 05:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_la_belle_fille/
I have a serious weakness for Arthur in pajamas and Eames does too. I'm so glad you liked it! Thank you for reading <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

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