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We split. As clarified earlier, I have no time, but it is when one should be doing something else that comes the inspiration to ignore the inspiration can bring seven years of bad fics and diosmíonolopermita . So I held last week, but now came to avenge.

This fic ... Well, for me I can say I came a thousand ideas in very good head on Inception , but as I had never dared to write this, because I ended up doing a thousand and complicate anything. I always cost the new fandoms because I start I'm changing distressis also contracted to work much less than that of Fischer course, and they have come to establish itself as a team. That does not mean that Arthur is upset that, while he is coordinating the awakening, once the new pump has stated that they have all the information for which they have been, Eames is by his side, legs crossed and the appearance of a radiant blonde. - And how about, Arthur darling? - Seductive voice tells him, leaning Arthur not bother to look, even if the neckline of the forger is embarrassingly close. Is invading their space and the words border on each face beingne to do with walking through his apartment with his shirt unbuttoned and dancing around a cigarette on his lips frequently. Does not say, because he prefers not to cause eternal labia Eames and reading the case remains silent Richards. Eames hums pretty bad a theme of Led Zeppelin and battery uses the table, pencil in each hand as a mallet.

- And, by chance, as I recall you pay each month for a room in a hotel in the city .- says raising an eyebrow, trying to make clear his point. - I'm flattered that you're so aware of my activities, Arthur .- Eames gets up and goes out of sight of Arthur, who made a superhuman effort not to be turned to face him at the risk of ca. Laptop keys are pressed a little harder. - Tea? Water? "Beer? - Lord Eames, why are you still here? - Asked Arthur, finally abandoning his job. You tie crooked, but Eames what really upsets you wear is that even though it's four o'clock in the morning.
"I like to accompany you, dear .- replies and smiles aside, while drinking the third beer of the night. Maybe when Arthur took his company that night, Eames believed that it referred not really
a work meetingjo. For a change the story of his life, Arthur does not answer and again pay full attention to the report of Mr. Mosby. Eames served him a glass of whiskey after all and spends the rest of the morning I went to Arthur and imagination complemented perfectly structured plans of the other.
When it started breaking, and the birds chirping their early songs, Arthur Eames nods almost imperceptibly and could see their eyelids fall heavy waiting for a restful sleep. Eames looks on in silence and releasing the report that you have read the last half hour and that sounds like blablabla
and thanks to whisrolling, so little Arthur. FOUR






happens one day and they would lie to say that surprises them. Anyway, it is extrañoy lot has to do with that Arthur was trying to read something, Eames suspect that to be working is a lie and hiding porn magazines in the reports reviewed only once and not , only the eternal work folders, and Eames Arthur wanted to talk, both activities as incompatible as they are. Arthur told him to shut up, Eames said, "
Honey, see if you can silence your " and ignored him half an hour Arthur m & aacute, s until he could not Masy got up ready to kick him out of his apartment. Eames
memory had been repeating the dialogues of Godfather II in extremely high voice, and with the worst accent Sicilian Arthur had ever heard, all afternoon. He had told her three times to shut up and that seemed to mark the limit of his patience.

Now was, hands on hips and face the world more angry, obviously regretting not being in the world of dreams where he was too easy to shoot Eames on one leg or an eye, as we in them.
- Shut upand then finely raised eyebrow Arthur is not what was expected and it turned out the laugh from the belly, as she watched quizzically watched Arthur Cobb as asking "Where did you get to é , ste? And then he walked away with serious gesture and ignored him. course probably have waited and waited and Dom Mal and Ariadne and even Mr. Saito and probably Lily, new chemistry, as expected. All I expected, but none would bet that he that giveth the final step directly into the vacuum where there was no waking dreams which, was Arthur. None had bet because ultimately teracer guilty to untie his tie perfectly knotted and releasing the neck long and pale with Arthur, who cared to bite on every inch, lest you got a piece of skin without tasting. The shirt was crumpled between his fingers hurried, despite the claim, in a certain decibel tone sharper than normal, Arthur - hey, hey, watch out ... fuck, shirt
- thrown carelessly anywhere - I care
fuck shirt, baby, fuck
-. Fall on the couch, literally, when you push Eames without considering that the back of the knees of Arthur and are running into furniture, jostling each other, insulting each breath, restless legs and arms most of the furniture seems able to resist. Seems to have more limbs than normal in humans and hinder them at every moment while playing in all directions, the joints of Arthur Eames seem superfluous and the clothing all over until it ends up thinking that Arthur has more elbow anyone, because, really, is the seventh elbow that is buried in the ribs while juggling engaging and touching without hitting the ground. There are lips in every corner and the crotch of the underwear of both tense in desperation miss the erection & amremained of Evil In the quiet of Cobb, Arthur decides to give them a moment alone to the family and walk quietly into the background, hands in his pockets and his lips pressed tightly
Figure lazily leaning on a tree not surprised, and accepted without change of expression the cigarette offered to him. Eames takes a lighter from his jacket pocket and lights, a flickering flame and features dazzling lights partly obscured by the shadow of the foliage, walking trails beard slightly square jaw and her gray eyes smiled require your mouth to accompany them in the act. Arthur leans a little toward him to meet withShe might blame the alcohol. Arthur almost never drinks because you do not like the feeling of intoxication not control what is being done, but this time everything went with a beer in a bar after a particularly harsh extraction. Tequila and then continued with Arthur remembered something from a bottle of whiskey do not know how many years had given him apparently do not know quiény Eames invited to enjoy the gift. All this part of the story is shrouded in a strange mist in her memoirs.

next thing they know is that both are against the door of the apartment of Arthur, as he rebUSCA nervously in their pockets for the missing keys, too distracted by the mouth of Eames who nibbles her neck in what is clearly visible and tomorrow will be a shameful mark. Manage to enter, with difficulty, stumbling and Arthur be able, notice that left the keys in the lock, but nothing can care less at this time, while a hand awkwardly school pants and hit another buttock getting a gasp accelerated Eames.

- Cu-room .- Arthur groans as he tries to grapple with Eames who seems to believe can not reach the habitacióny resists it .- Now!

Eames course that does notwinding road or a vein and carefully licking the tip. When viewed from down there, with very black eyes and hair

ohpordiosmío become a gentle tangle around his head, a lock across his forehead and right eyebrow shading, feel Eames the head is spinning, but this time the tequila has nothing to do.

not stop looking at their eyes and Arthur masturbates in amazing coordination to keep pace with tasting the throbbing erection, while Eames could not stop looking at him and softly moaning frantically hands between slightly curly hair, the other, while no force pushing you
m & amp; aacute; sfuertecariñovamosvamosvamosvamos
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Vamosarthurvamos

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When you feel the electricity in his fingertips just sprouting from the testicles to the rest of the nerve endings, clumsy swipes him away, but Arthur refuses and, well, Eames has never been good at fighting against authority Arthur intrinsic. It runs like a natural disaster, overbearing and unbridled and Arthur drinks, eats it and continues looking at him with unfathomable eyes. A Eames would like to help, but maybe he's drunk and feels as if life had been drained, loose and dead members, but certainly not complain to see Arthuroce of leaving lips warm, fleeting kiss against the skin of his arm and despite not being sure of the veracity of this feeling, close your eyes could not tear the smile of the lips.

The next morning breakfast together and none mention anything that could be linked to last night. Eames says "I
scrambled eggs and bacon and pies, honey
" to which Arthur replied only with his tone is always "black coffee is

." If Eames gets to laugh when you see the dark purple stain on the neck of a homeowner, is inevitable and note that Arthur was tense, almost imperceptibly, his eyes searchingue is being lost. Remember a beach in Fiji where a child collecting seashells, remembers a village in the farthest corner of Argentina where he bought a shirt then lost in Texas. Remember Paris, Tokyo, Johannesburg, Amsterdam.

Eames is an expert on leave. Never been fired, do not remember who had never had it or if she did not know it. He just goes and probably again, because he knows that the world is a swarm of circular paths and in less than you expect will be back in the beginning. He has never told anyone where is the beginning, where it emerged ó Eames before a forger when he was not even Eames: do not remember who to tell and had never been long enough in a place to tell it how to reach. But he knows that someday return to his beginnings, back down on its steps are blurred in the past and blurry footprints in the sand and that day of his return, left to go.

- Why are you here? - Asked Arthur, cigarette in hand and a map of the Peterson mansion on the table.

That's a great question. Because suddenly takes a year in New York and despite the hysteria that causes you to every corner of the ciudad is a repeated series of stereotypes, it is gone.

Suddenly, he has no clue how to go, what it was like to take the suitcases and target any place in the map from your search. Can not remember how he managed to leave and start over hundreds of times, spread over a million lives in each place to set foot, and suddenly afraid that when you decide to leave, will say goodbye to Arthur. And he suspects that much to try in front of a mirror and much to be the best forger in the world, modesty aside and the devil

to modesty, would have no idea what to say, because how we that, ifthis fic was not so in my head, but gets out of hand and as I post something before I start studying, then publish it and why. There are several suspicious things: I was looking at pictures of Tom Hardy and I see his brown eyes, but when I wrote I got 'gray' and nothing to do. On the other hand I read in several places that these two met in the military but I did not came out. About why they are living with as much stability in New York, I know, I wanted them in a fixed location, and the drabbles that I got dealt a little traveler track.

Another thing, I'm Chilean and it takes quite get me Chileans.