A/N: Another kink meme fill. See thread here: http :/ community . livejournal . com / inception_kink / 17669 . html ? thread=37586693#t37586693 without the spaces.

"In here, quick!" Arthur hissed as he dived into what seemed like a random, exposed crawl space. Eames was right behind him, with Lucy and Glen nanoseconds after.

"Get further back!" Glen demanded, "my legs are hanging out the end!"

"I can't, there's a fucking wall here!" Arthur spat.

"Well crush up more, unless you want to be skinned!" Glen shoved everyone and all of their guns until he could get in far enough to be hidden. Somehow Arthur ended up on his back, wrapped around Eames, who was on top of him. Glen sat against their legs with Lucy on his lap.

"No one is injured and everyone is covered?" Arthur confirmed.

"I'm good now." That was Glen.

"Yeah, me too." There was Lucy.

"I'm perfectly marvelous," Eames's stubble scratched against Arthur's jaw as he replied.

"Alright, good. Now we just wait here for six or seven hours, and we should be able to get away." Arthur rested his head against the uneven wood floor and tried to get comfortable underneath Eames's weight.

It was maybe ten minutes later when Eames asked, "Does me wanting to fuck you make this awkward?"

"Eames," Arthur groaned, rubbing his face with his hand that wasn't trapped between Eames, his gun, and the wall. "Why did you say that? Congratulations, you have now made this situation, very awkward."

Glen and Lucy had dissolved into giggles.

"I just thought you might want to know," Eames shrugged as much as he was able in the position he was in.

"While that information is useful, now was a terrible time for you to tell me."

"Well, you were wriggling just now, and it was-"

"Eames, you are no longer allowed to talk." Arthur snapped, ears turning bright red.

"Why, pet, you're blushing," Eames grinned against Arthur's ear. "Did I upset you?"

Glen and Lucy were choking on their laughter, trying to keep quiet.

"Eames," Arthur growled, "I will hurt you if you continue speaking."

"Is that so, kitten? With this solitary mobile limb of yours, I suppose," Eames folded his hand around Arthur's right wrist, which indeed was his only mobile limb, his left arm being pinned, and his legs wrapped around Eames's hips.

"Eames," Arthur threatened in his most deadly voice.

"Oh, it's not as bad as all that, darling," Eames had the audacity to snuggle into Arthur, while keeping a firm grip on Arthur's wrist. Arthur could feel Eames's self-satisfied smirk against his neck.

This was going to be a long six or seven hours.

A/N: You do not even know how hard it was for me to end it right there. But I overcame my tendancy to ramble, and turned out a reasonably sized fic. Yay!

Remember to review, loves.

Gunnr