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Eames had told him to meet him in the old cafe in Morocco and he had the temerity to be late. Arthur sat in the back of the cafe, drinking mint tea and trying to not stand out, though in a three piece linen suit it was probably too much to ask.
“Been waiting long darling?” Eames voice purred from behind him and Arthur debated shooting him on principle, but the resulting mess wouldn't be worth it.
“Yes actually. One would think since you invited me on this little date, you'd turn up on time for it.”
“You just want an excuse to be angry at me again. Didn't we go through that last time? How about we skip straight to us making it up to each other for not seeing one another for three months? I've a hotel down the street.”
A pause and then Arthur mentally capitulated. They always worked best when they were working together, and this was just another aspect of the relationship that went far beyond work, and had for years.“Fine, lead the way.”
As they walked out, neither man could help the smiles that tugged at their lips.