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Arthur stretches and sighs against Eames’ flank, skin warming against skin beneath the cocoon of flannel and feathers.
“Mmm,” he noses Eames’ sleepy jaw. “Remember last winter when they shut down the T and you stayed the night?”
“Was that the third blizzard, or the fourth?” Eames laughs.
“God, and I loaned you that pair of pajama pants.”
“Trousers; I wasn’t wearing pants under them.”
“See, this is why I insist you were seducing me.”
“And
this
,” Eames runs his palm up Arthur’s spine, pulling him in closer, “is where I insist you have it backwards.”
“Foolish kitten,” murmurs Arthur.