Arthur walked along a small town road in Switzerland. It was warm and sunny, there were birds singing in the trees, and Arthur had fucked Eames last night. Life was decidedly good. Arthur arrived at a cafe, and lounged at a table on the patio.

Where had Eames gotten to? He was five minutes late. No one was five minutes late to anywhere but the airport or the hospital in a town this size. Arthur pulled out his phone and hit Eames' number on speed dial. Arthur blinked lazily at the sun while Eames' phone rang itself into the answering machine.

Arthur quirked an eyebrow at the sounds that issues from his phone. Then he snorted. By the time the beep sounded, he was laughing.

"Eames," he grinned, "there are two things I cannot believe. Firstly, how you managed to record sex on your phone without me noticing. Secondly, why you would ever let me listen to your answering machine. Now get your ass over here, the scenery is awful without your face in it."

Eames rounded the corner fifteen seconds after Arthur snapped his phone shut.

"My love," Arthur greeted with an outstretched hand, "you are an idiot."

"Ah yes," Eames slid his hand into Arthur's as he sat down. "You really were never supposed to hear that. I'm only happy it didn't happen when you were in a bad mood."

"Aren't you, though?" Arthur grinned, showing off his dimples. "I've killed for less."

"Don't I know it," Eames kissed Arthur's fingers before dropping his hand. "Now what do you say to some cake? You're still disconcertingly skinny."

"Sounds delightful. I'll be disconcertingly round by the time you're done with me, you know."

"Impossible, on both counts!"

"Is that another declaration of undying love?"

"I do believe it is. Now eat your cake, darling, I'm only trying for some love handles."

A/N: And done. Remember that the universe depends on reviews to keep up it's necessary functions, and I sincerely hope you laughed at some point during this. Or snorted. Or at least felt mildly amused.

Gunnr