Fanfiction: I Took A Ride To Meet An Enemy - Part Nine

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I Took A Ride To Meet An Enemy

Part Nine

Arthur closed his eyes and let the warm wind wash over him. The meeting with Saito was over, the bounties were gone, and yet as he stared out at the beautiful ocean he did not feel relaxed. He had a blended drink, extremely alcoholic, in one hand and the beach chair he sat in was almost sinfully soft yet he still could not relax.

“Really, Eames? A tropical paradise is the dream you wanted to drop into for an hour so you could ‘clear your head?’ How much more cliche can you get?” Arthur asked. Eames was in the chair next to him, button down shirt open and revealing all of his tattoos and scars.

“Just because you’re not fond of the beach doesn’t mean I’m not,” Eames replied. “Now drink your fruity drink because we’re going back to London to sleep for a week and I won’t see the ocean for awhile.”

Arthur rolled his eyes and took a long drink of whatever it was that Eames had dreamed up for them. All of the projections were far enough away that he was able to hear someone walking up behind them. Arthur glanced at Eames who was also setting his drink aside to reach for a gun. The familiar weight was almost in his palm when Arthur heard a familiar chuckle.

“I feel like I’m being objectified somehow,” Mal said as she emerged from behind them in a purple bikini and Arthur would have been lying if his eyebrows did not shoot up from the sight of that. “Now if only you knew whose projection I am?”

“I don’t know and I don’t have a problem with that,” Eames said.

“Me neither,” Arthur replied and they clinked glasses. Mal threw her head back and laughed as she pulled the cover around her hips tighter. She sat down between their chairs and smiled.

“You’re here relaxing so I’m assuming all is well and good topside then?” Mal asked.

“Saito has backed off for now, but we might have neglected to give him all of the information we have on him if something should occur,” Arthur replied.

“Not to mention what we have on Fischer as well, so we’re not expecting any problems,” Eames added.

“And my idiot husband overreacted I’m sure.” She sighed and did not wait for confirmation. “Ah, well, maybe someday he will come to his senses.”

“I would hope so. He’d be an idiot to lose a contact like Arthur; he is the best there is,” Eames said smiling but Arthur rolled his eyes.

“He would be an idiot not to take into account that you’re practically one of a kind, Eames,” Arthur replied.

“Practically? I’m insulted.” Eames sounded like he was hurt but he was grinning from ear to ear. Mal watched them, a faint smile on her lips, shaking her head slightly.

“I don’t know why you two don’t just say it,” she said. Arthur looked at Eames and their eyes met at the same time; they smiled, clinked their glasses together and said nothing.

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Comments

[eva667.livejournal.com]

Fabulous, and the art was stunning :-)

[safaiagem.livejournal.com]

The art is stunning isn't it? I don't feel like I did her justice at all. Thanks for the lovely comment!

[gadez.livejournal.com]

what a lovely story. couldnt relax til the end. and the art is a great bonus.

[safaiagem.livejournal.com]

Thank you!