Inception Fic: Separation Anxiety

Title: Separation Anxiety (Or "The Places We Would Fuck")
Word Count: 2,000
Pairing: Arthur/Eames/Fischer
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: hints of D/s symbolism, alcohol, mental disorder, bad poetry
Summary: Incunabula, Series 3: Arthur goes on a job, and Robert deals with being alone.
Author's Note: For hesselives bid at qldfloodauction She asked for Arthur/Robert fluff, and I said that if it's related to Incunabula, it's going to be as fluffy as Stephen King's Langoliers. I wanted to write a story that shows in the vivid, snapshot way she writes, just as the photographs. I hope it works, darling. It was loads of fun to experiment with. Photos belong to Hesse with the exception of the last one; that one's mine.

The idea, it is difficult. “Please don't go,” I beg, holding his hand.
“I have to,” he tells me, pulling away. “I will write.”

He does. Often. Though damned the postal service, it takes forever.
Lost in a path of flights, carriers, and strangers' hands, it arrives two weeks later.
Sitting on the couch, in his shirt, the television a monotone of infomercials.
Unshaven, I have not showered in three.
Single digits in New York, I walk in slippers and a bathrobe, boxers beneath.
( The cold barely touches me until the warmth seizes my heart. )