[Normally, Eames was very strict about keeping his business life and his personal life separately. Sleeping with a client was the number one way to get himself in a whole heap of trouble, but Heine wasn't really a client anymore, was he? Cerberus' training was all but complete, and he would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy Heine's company. He had grown to like his caustic wit, the secrets he would give in one word answers like kernels of gold, and the way he had opened his home to Cerberus, and eventually, Eames.
Saying he was surprised at how this song and dance had gone would be a discredit to both of them, so instead he shrugged off his jacket and draped it over a nearby chair as he watched Heine take off his glasses. Obediently, he took a seat, resting his hands loosely against the inside of his thighs, just taking Heine in.]
You can come closer. I only bite if you've been particularly bad.
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Saying he was surprised at how this song and dance had gone would be a discredit to both of them, so instead he shrugged off his jacket and draped it over a nearby chair as he watched Heine take off his glasses. Obediently, he took a seat, resting his hands loosely against the inside of his thighs, just taking Heine in.]
You can come closer. I only bite if you've been particularly bad.