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Nothing Matters When We're Dancing by gollumgollum (R)
Fandom: INCEPTION
Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Length: ~8400 words
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gollumgollum
Author Website: gollumgollum's stories on AO3; gollumgollum's fic tag on LJ
Why this must be read: In my humble opinion, Arthur and Eames are best when they're being awesome and badass. In this story, they're all that, plus they still manage to be delightfully silly and romantic. But don't think this is a bit of fluff ... it has light moments, laugh out loud ones, a bit of tension, a job, a smidge of hurt/comfort, some Doctor Who, and all the terror that comes with realizing you're invested in someone else. It's a lovely story that has something for every mood.
"You dance just like Calvin did, in those strips where he pulled out the record player and put on sunglasses and danced around like a loon."
Eames grins, teeth flashing in the dark of the club, and flips his sunglasses down from his hair and onto his nose. "That's exactly what I'm going for."
"God, why didn't we do this years ago?" Arthur asks that night, loose-limbed and languid as Eames traces filthy words onto the sweaty skin of his back.
"Mmm," Eames hums. "To be honest, you've only recently started smiling in my presence."
"That's because you see me at work," Arthur points out, poking Eames's shoulder in exasperated amusement.
Eames makes another non-commital noise; it's enough to make Arthur pay attention to the answer that follows. "And you're not chasing after Cobb any longer. D'you know the first time I saw you really smile was on that plane, after we all awoke?"
"Not my best year," Arthur mutters.
Eames leans over and kisses him, gently, almost in apology. "But now it's over. And you're more amenable to being spoiled."
It's true; in the last twenty-four hours Arthur's had muscles relax that he hadn't even realized were tense, they'd been that way for so long. Right now he feels better than he's felt in ages. "I should've let you spoil me a long time ago."
"Probably," Eames agrees with a fond smile. "But here we are."
"Yeah," Arthur says, smiling back. "Here's not so bad."
On LJ: Nothing Matters When We're Dancing
On AO3: Nothing Matters When We're Dancing
If you enjoy the story, remember to feedback the author!
Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Length: ~8400 words
Author on LJ:
gollumgollumAuthor Website: gollumgollum's stories on AO3; gollumgollum's fic tag on LJ
Why this must be read: In my humble opinion, Arthur and Eames are best when they're being awesome and badass. In this story, they're all that, plus they still manage to be delightfully silly and romantic. But don't think this is a bit of fluff ... it has light moments, laugh out loud ones, a bit of tension, a job, a smidge of hurt/comfort, some Doctor Who, and all the terror that comes with realizing you're invested in someone else. It's a lovely story that has something for every mood.
"You dance just like Calvin did, in those strips where he pulled out the record player and put on sunglasses and danced around like a loon."
Eames grins, teeth flashing in the dark of the club, and flips his sunglasses down from his hair and onto his nose. "That's exactly what I'm going for."
"God, why didn't we do this years ago?" Arthur asks that night, loose-limbed and languid as Eames traces filthy words onto the sweaty skin of his back.
"Mmm," Eames hums. "To be honest, you've only recently started smiling in my presence."
"That's because you see me at work," Arthur points out, poking Eames's shoulder in exasperated amusement.
Eames makes another non-commital noise; it's enough to make Arthur pay attention to the answer that follows. "And you're not chasing after Cobb any longer. D'you know the first time I saw you really smile was on that plane, after we all awoke?"
"Not my best year," Arthur mutters.
Eames leans over and kisses him, gently, almost in apology. "But now it's over. And you're more amenable to being spoiled."
It's true; in the last twenty-four hours Arthur's had muscles relax that he hadn't even realized were tense, they'd been that way for so long. Right now he feels better than he's felt in ages. "I should've let you spoil me a long time ago."
"Probably," Eames agrees with a fond smile. "But here we are."
"Yeah," Arthur says, smiling back. "Here's not so bad."
On LJ: Nothing Matters When We're Dancing
On AO3: Nothing Matters When We're Dancing
If you enjoy the story, remember to feedback the author!