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A/N: Sorry it's been a while since the last updated. University has been busy. But here is another fluffy ficlet. Enjoy! :)
"Eames, Eames I don't feel so well. AAAH—AAAATCHOO!" Arthur snivelled and dried his nose. The cold he'd been supressing and avoiding for days had finally caught up with him and hit him like a tonne of bricks. He was exhausted. Being ill was never fun and it made Arthur incredibly restless. Eames on the other hand found it extremely hilarious and couldn't help but to giggle to himself at the sight of Arthur lying in bed, miserable as ever. Bless him, thought Eames as he rolled his eyes. He might be tough on the outside that boy but at times, this being such a time, he could be such a child.
"Arthur darling, you have the common cold. You're not dying. Take some paracetamol with this and go back to bed." Eames ordered as he handed his boyfriend a cup of tea. Reluctantly Arthur lay back down on the bed and mumbled something inaudible that sounded a remarkable lot like a curse.
"What am I supposed to do all day?" he asked. An entire day spent in bed doing nothing seemed an almost unbearable thought. Normally his days were planned out with things to do. Scheduled meetings, scouting out potential jobs with Cobb and other such things. He wasn't the type to just sleep in and watch TV all day; and anyway what was he supposed to watch? Jeremy Kyle? He'd sat with Eames watching it on occasion (some British thing he assumed) but had never quite got the point of it.
"Use your imagination. Solve Sudoku. You'll think of something, you're good at that. Now shut up and sleep." Eames replied as he leant in and kissed Arthur's forehead. The young Point-Man closed his eyes and seemed to be drifting off to sleep as Eames went back into the living room to gather his things.
"Eames." Arthur called out in a sleepy voice. "When will you be home?"
"I don't know, not too late I think. I'll pick up some food on the way back shall I?" Arthur mumbled a soft 'mhm' and finally seemed to have fallen asleep. He'd spoken too soon though, a minute or two later, he heard Arthur's voice from the bedroom again.
"Arthur I swear if you don't go to sleep and make sure you recover, I'm not getting back in that bed with you."
"Now that's not fair! You can't use sex as bribery against recovery! I can't control these things."
Sighing, Eames walked back into the bedroom. "What is it?" he asked.
"Will you stay here until I fall asleep?" Despite being slightly annoyed at the boy, a part of Eames melted and he sat down on the bed, stroking his hair. Once again he'd been reminded of the reason to why he had fallen in love with him in the first place.
"Yes darling, I'll stay here."
"Good." Arthur yawned and pulled the duvet over his head. "I don't want you to ever leave."
To be continued…