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"It's too early. Go away." Eames didn't do mornings, avoided them if possible. And this morning? He'd only fallen asleep a few short hours ago and getting back up was the last thing he wanted. Instead, he pulled the covers over his head and pretended he hadn't heard a thing.

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The agent nuzzled the man, flopping over him and wriggling around, “Eames. Get up.” he whined playfully, “It’s way too early and I know you just got home, but baby I got a surprise for you.”

Clint grinned, rubbing his eyes and then leaned over to kiss the forger, holding up a pair of tickets. “You and me… You and I are going on a trip. A trip to anywhere you want to go. Just say the word and we’ll go.” He figured it to be a long shot, but it was worth a try and a smile on Eames’ face.

For a brief moment he thought he was actually dreaming. For a brief moment he felt the need to go for his totem that was currently resting on the table beside the bed. Had Clint just suggested they go on a holiday t'gether? “A holiday? Me and you?” It was stupid to actually repeat the question but Eames wanted to be certain what he’d heard. A holiday was something couples did and they hadn’t been together all that long. But maybe a holiday would bring them even closer together. “I like that idea,” he said, untangling his arm from the sheets and grabbing Clint’s shirt to drag him back in for a kiss. This was the sort of thing he did and he was taken aback by the archer’s generosity. He just hoped his thanks was evident by what he poured into their kiss.

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   “What you call vacation I call holiday,” he said, chuckling in return. Eames was still shocked that Clint had offered...

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   The archer chuckled and nodded, “Yeah sure. Holiday. If that’s what we’re calling it. I was just thinking of it as a...