That tone of voice makes Arthur damn near cringe, and for a few moments he’s fixed on keeping his head bent, gaze focused on his notes, but a flutter catches his eyes. He’s so caught off guard that the only assessment he can make about the article is, mine.
“Eames,” the point man says voice dripping in irritation,and is 90% sure it’s music to his ears.
‘Right’ was a subjective term.Yet another silk tie lay between Eames’ fingers and it made him practically bristle in response, a muscle ticking in his jaw, fingers flexing unconsciously against his pen. But no matter how hard he tried to resist the distraction posed, Arthur couldn’t help but rise to the challenge.
“Yeah, maybe because that’s mine.” His spine straightened in defiance, voice turned venomous. “And you couldn’t just leave it on my desk?”
“I could’ve, yeah, but when have you known me t'do something like that,” he asked, the smirk on his face more visible than it had been previously. Eames knew that it would’ve been easy to just leave the tie on Arthur’s desk and walk away. But then he wouldn’t have had the fun he was currently having. And he secretly knew that the point man was enjoying this as well. This was just something that made them them – the fighting, the sniping and the taunting. One day maybe Arthur would realize there was more to it than just teasing.
“And yes, I know this is yours. Do remember just when I nicked it as well, darling,” he teased, the smirk on his face turning into a full blown smirk. How could he actually forget? Though he was a little surprised Arthur had. Or maybe he’d just forgotten that when bored he tended to do things that most people didn’t consider strictly legal.
Learning, yes, but impatient, irritated, the pads of his fingers pressing into the surface of his desk. There’s only so...
“Exactly.” At least Arthur was learning. He would never do things the easy way. Not when the point man was involved. It...