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Advent Drabble 16 - Longing
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“You know,” mused Eames, his hand lingering on Arthur’s hip, “I’ve spent such a long time longing for you. I don’t know what I shall long for instead now that I’ve got you.”
“I’m sure you’ll think of something,” Arthur said drily.
Eames did. His texts to Arthur were invariably peppered with longing. I long for some bacon. I long for a decent pint. I long for a good architect. I long for a dog. I long for sensible politicians.
But always at the end of every day Eames texted, Mainly I long for you, darling.
Arthur always believed him.
“You know,” mused Eames, his hand lingering on Arthur’s hip, “I’ve spent such a long time longing for you. I don’t know what I shall long for instead now that I’ve got you.”
“I’m sure you’ll think of something,” Arthur said drily.
Eames did. His texts to Arthur were invariably peppered with longing. I long for some bacon. I long for a decent pint. I long for a good architect. I long for a dog. I long for sensible politicians.
But always at the end of every day Eames texted, Mainly I long for you, darling.
Arthur always believed him.