When Yusef’s hands oh-so-lightly pushed Arthur’s chest, IV’s strewn carelessly across his legs and the floor, it knocked the point man back just slightly. ’Slightly’ being enough to jerk him backward and wake him from the heavy sedative they were testing. Arthur’s slicked back hair flew up as he slid back over his chair and onto the cold tile of the warehouse. A barely audible gasp flew out of his mouth when he jerked out of the artificial sleep.
It was audible to Eames. He snorted when Arthur’s consistantly-flawless black hair fell out of its perfection and around his face. Smirking as his point man’s legs flew up into the air, Eames was reminded of a - more sexual time.
“What are you grinning at, Eames?” Arthur asked as he sat up and adjusted his vest.
“What an adorable lab rat you make, darling.”