May I just say that this is absolutely perfect? Okay, cause I am. The fantasies and everything just come together seamlessly. The imagery is perfect in every way: not too much, not too little. I could go on and on about everything that's awesome about this (which is indeed everything), but I'll spare you the monologue. Just simply know that this is a ten out of ten.

Hot. Loved this!

I just adore how Eames' beginning and end fantasy leads to reality. I just thought I would throw that out there. And Arthur in glasses? Awesomeeee.

Alright, the way you blended the scenes one word at a time was delectable. Smut is only good when everyone's in character and there's that scantily-clothed thread of plot.

And can't we all identify with that distracted madness when you can't stop fantasizing about Arthur?

XDDD Nice.

Oh. I really need to see that movie! 500 Days of Summer sounds fantastic! and just positively delicious. :D

I liked the line about Yusef, Margaret Thatcher and the recurring song... poor Yusef ;)

Oh god, this was so perfect... 3

All of my kinks too.

I enjoyed this. Very much. lol

You know, Eames should avoid Spencer Reid at all cost because that man is a walking nerd...who strikes every kink you can imagine...so! This was quite yummy...thank you for making my evening! :3

i loved it!

Shxhakncakwbsis!

This FUCKING ROCKS MY SOCKS. *collapses*

Okay, my insanity is almost back. *ahem*

HOLY CRAP! Arthur wearing that outfit just makes me want to handcuff him to a bed and never allow him to see the light of day anymore. *licks lips*

I LOVED the interjected scenes of smut (smut smut-fucking-tastic). Especially at the restaurant, when Eames was describing Cobbs' face. Lol. And when you would relate the last phrase to the present - genius. Lol.

Seriously. If Eames wasn't going to fuck Arthur, I gladly would've done it. u_u

Like I said, the smut was GREAT. And just - UNGF.

Fucking awesome job. :D

Sid

Oh! (That's all I have to say.)

Oh my. Frankly I admire Eames restraint in *not* actually ripping Arthur's clothes off and shagging him right in the alley or on the coffee shop table or bookstore.

Though I found his thoughts of 'Yusuf fucking Margaret Thatcher to the tune of Je Ne Regrette Rien.' both hilarious and horrifying; and probably worked better than a cold shower.

All in all this was wonderful.