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Arthur stepped out of the shower, towelling his hair. Eames was still in the kitchen. He rubbed his abdomen, and frowned slightly. Eames had not stopped in trying to feed him during dinner.

"Arthur, are you sure you don't want more?"

"I'm fine, thank you," he'd said quietly. He'd decided not to start a confrontation, muttering he really needed a shower. As he continued towelling himself dry, he examined himself in the mirror.

He swallowed. He was still lean, and had not re-gained the weight he'd lost - although he suspected he might have gained a couple of pounds. He looked at the small stretch marks, a lasting testament to his former obesity. He sighed and pulled open a drawer, pulling out a pair of cotton striped pyjamas. For some reason, he felt shy about showing his body to Eames at present. Putting the pyjamas on, he pulled back the covers, and slid underneath them to bed.

Lying back against the pillows, he sighed. Eames clearly would prefer him a little heavier. Ariadne had never said anything but he suspected she thought he was becoming too thin. And his mother would only be too happy for him to -

"Arthur?"

"Yes?"

Eames put his head round the door. "Oh, you're going to bed?"

"Yes." He turned over, pulling the cover up. "I'm just a little tired, that's all."

"Oh, well, it is half ten." Eames swallowed. "So- hang on."

Arthur lay in bed, listening to Eames going through his nightly ritual of checking the lights were switched off, and doors were locked. After about ten minutes, the older man came into the bedroom, and started shedding clothes. Arthur heard the soft thumps as they fell to the floor. He sighed. Eames never picked them up.

Suddenly, the covers were lifted and he slid in next to him. Arthur burrowed himself into the pillow as he felt an arm snake around his waist, pulling him closer.

"Oh, come here," Eames murmured, kissing his neck. "Mmmm."

Arthur smiled. "You're cold."

"Right, well turn round, and warm me up!"

Arthur did so, and Eames ran a hand down his abdomen. "You know...you used to keep me so warm." He pulled him closer.

"I know. When I was fat."

"You weren't. You were cuddly." Eames sighed.

"Look." Arthur narrowed his eyes. "Just tell me the truth, all right?"

"About what?"

"About my weight!" Arthur's face had reddened. "Or shall I start wearing a fat suit?!"

"Arthur!" Eames scowled. "All right, I'll tell you the truth. Yes, I do miss that you used to be heavier. I miss the fact you used to have love handles I could grab onto. I miss the fact that you used to keep me warm. I sometimes do think it would be good if you puffed up - but, somehow, I also love you at this size."

Arthur was silent.

"Look, if you get fat again, as you seem to fear, I'm here." Eames looked at him, guiltily. "And I may contribute to that, as its a fact people get fat in happy marriages - but I love you."

Arthur blinked. "Oh."

"But yes, by all means get a fat suit," Eames commented as he closed his eyes. "We can always role play with it."

Arthur raised an eyebrow. "Maybe I will."

"What?!"

"No, just to-" He looked at Eames. "Everyone needs a sex aid."

"Kinky!" Eames retorted. He grinned. "But still, if you think we need it."

Arthur looked at him. "Well, I won't complain if you lose your hair."

"Oi!"

Arthur sighed, feeling happier. "Just don't try and force feed me, ok?"

"I won't, I promise."

"Good." Closing his eyes, he laid his head against Eames' chest, his mind already planning ahead.

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