hello, good morning, love -- for starknaked

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It was a month in on this job from hell, or so he was starting to mentally refer to it as, and there was a faint light at the end of the tunnel that he could faintly see. They were hardly to the point where Arthur would feel confident in saying they were ready but they were making progress.

As he had promised, Arthur sent a text at least once a week even if it was as simple as 'i'm alive', 'hey' and 'how was your day'. Something where Tony knew he was alive and well.

It was Friday and even Arthur, the workaholic that he was prone to be, wanted the evening off just as much as everyone else seemed to. Instead of hitting a local restaurant or bar with the others, Arthur decided to return to his hotel suite and order in room service.

With his order in front of him and a glass of wine, Arthur picked up his phone and thought about what time it would be in California. 7:15 in the evening in Paris was roughly 10 AM in California. If Tony didn't get back to him now, Arthur would be up for a while either way.

Alone and I want you. Oh, and good morning, love.

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Arthur bit out a laugh and grinned wryly, though Tony couldn't see it. "I'd never panic," he said though inwardly he probably would, a little. Only just a little though. He wasn't one to worry or panic over things like that, least normally he wasn't.

He was silent for a good minute as he thought about what that entailed. He hadn't had a real home in years. Everywhere else was just a house or just a safe house, a place where he went when he didn't have a job here or there. "I'm working as hard as I can to get home, Tony," he said. "Home to you."

[starknaked]

God they had stepped on so many limits and crossed so many boundaries and Tony's head was reeling but he knew one thing. None of it was wrong. No lies. Nothing misconstrued. He was on the same page as Arthur and that was where he wanted to be.
"Good. Glad we got that settled," he said, yawning loudly.

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He heard the yawn and could feel himself become more and more tired the more he laid there. "Go and get some sleep, Tony," he said with a small fond smile, closing his eyes partway.

[starknaked]

A low sigh and he wanted to argue but he knew he couldn't. Not with that kind of logic. "You'll call soon," he asked softly.

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"I will, promise," he said, softly. "Text me? Even if it's something stupid," he asked.

[starknaked]

"I'll text you so much they're all going to ask if you have a girlfriend," he teased. "Be careful," he murmured softly. "Promise me you'll be careful."

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Arthur chuckled softly. "That'll surprise the majority of them," he mused, teasingly. "I promise I will be," he said, softly. Least he would try to be.

[starknaked]

"I can't help it if they think you're an asexual in a suit. Well I could but I don't think you want me telling those stories," he teased.

"Soon, okay?"

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"No, no I don't," Arthur grinned. "Those stories are for you only."

He rubbed his cheek against the pillow and sighed, missing the pillows from Tony's bed. "Soon," he whispered. "You be careful too. Promise?"

[starknaked]

"Mmm, my favorite kind of bedtime story," he said, voice softening as he drifted closer to sleep.

"Promise. Not planning anything but working on the Tower."

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Arthur chuckled softly. "Mine too," he said with a smile. "Sleep well, Tony," he said, his voice soft.

[starknaked]

He closed his eyes. "Good night, Arthur," he whispered, thumbing off the phone. "Jarvis, lights."