I have some stories on the go with actual plot and honest-to-god character exploration. This story is not one of those. This was written to scratch an itch to have Arthur top for once, and let him have a few filthy words. Until the very end, my working title for this was ToppyTalker!Arthur, which lacks finesse but was pretty accurate. Hopefully I will post something soon that isn't just straight up porn. That's the goal; but then, that was my previous goal and this happened, so there's that.
Rating: NC-17
Word Count:~5200 (Seriously, what?)
Warnings: Ridiculous dialogue and slightly uncomfortable sex? Arthur’s packin’ a bit of a beast, is what I’m sayin’.
Pairings or Characters: Arthur/Eames
Summary: Written in response to this prompt -
Despite his staid exterior, Arthur has the filthiest mouth in bed (top!Arthur pls). Arthur and Eames have a bit of a routine in which they trade a few barbs, which inevitably leads to sex. Only this time Arthur decides he wants to rewrite the story a little.
Beta: The bulk of this fic has been beta’ed by the ever-lovely porn-prodigy
night_reveals . It will probably be apparent what point she beta’ed to; suffice to say, all the good bits are the ones she had a hand in.
Author’s Note: I hit a wall (read: personal problems) right at the peak of the momentum, and had troubles getting back to it. I just needed to finish this fic, so the ending is a little rushed after taking so long with everything else. On the up side, I found the solution for finishing porn when you’re not in a porn state of mind. It’s a simple mathematical equation: gin + tonic = porn. Take notes, kids. /bad influence
Also, sorry for repeated edits. C/p into LJ resulted in all kinds of random hyphenations. FML.
( Under That Staid Exterior )