The icy rain splattered against the window, drops trickled down the back of his neck. But Eames heard it as the sounds of a crackling fire, felt it like cool kisses on his skin. Because he knew when he got home, that's what would be waiting for him. No one really knew how loving, doting Arthur could be, even moreso after Eames had been away for an especially long job. It was probably selfish, but he loved that it was a side of his lover only he got to experience. It had been a rough job but he was heading home to the man who would soothe away all of it. Thinking of the night to come sparked a spreading warmth in his chest that chased away the cold.










