I don't know how you managed to write such a pitch-perfect, hilarious team story that seamlessly contains such a touching and scorching Arthur/Eames scene, but I am in awe.
"I think about fucking you," Arthur whispered against his ear, "all the time. When you flip that poker chip around in your fingers. When you chew on your pen. When you smile. When you don't smile. When you call me 'darling,' or call me 'Arthur,' or just – just open your fucking mouth and that voice comes out. When you put someone else on and all I want is to see the real you again because it's like someone's covered an amazing view with a tacky curtain they won't let me open and it's so goddamn frustrating. When you have. Fucking. Wings. And when you don't." ♥♥♥
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"I think about fucking you," Arthur whispered against his ear, "all the time. When you flip that poker chip around in your fingers. When you chew on your pen. When you smile. When you don't smile. When you call me 'darling,' or call me 'Arthur,' or just – just open your fucking mouth and that voice comes out. When you put someone else on and all I want is to see the real you again because it's like someone's covered an amazing view with a tacky curtain they won't let me open and it's so goddamn frustrating. When you have. Fucking. Wings. And when you don't."
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