[ Drunk karaoke. Heine gives him a sideways look, but he goes with him into his apartment anyway.
It takes a while for them to fall back into the rhythm of things. Longer than Heine really expected, because he almost thought they'd end up sleeping together the first night the met up again. But it's almost a week before Eames comes into his hotel room and Heine kisses his throat and presses him up against the door, on the last night before he returns to LA. ]
You smell like the Indian food.
[ Heine mumbles against his skin, fingers sliding under Eames' shirt to tug at the waistband of his pants. Dinner had been hours ago already, so Eames still smells faintly of spices, but moreso his cologne and himself. ]
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[ Drunk karaoke. Heine gives him a sideways look, but he goes with him into his apartment anyway.
It takes a while for them to fall back into the rhythm of things. Longer than Heine really expected, because he almost thought they'd end up sleeping together the first night the met up again. But it's almost a week before Eames comes into his hotel room and Heine kisses his throat and presses him up against the door, on the last night before he returns to LA. ]
You smell like the Indian food.
[ Heine mumbles against his skin, fingers sliding under Eames' shirt to tug at the waistband of his pants. Dinner had been hours ago already, so Eames still smells faintly of spices, but moreso his cologne and himself. ]