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It's not late, but they've been out all evening, another club, another dance floor. Lily's had a few drinks, but she's kept herself on a self-imposed limit for Eden's sake and now that they're walking back to Lily's place, she has her arm tucked through Eden's. It's cool outside and her dress is short, but she's warm enough pressed against Eden, that little bit of alcohol working through her as they walk.

When she spots Eames ahead of them, not far from her place, she squeezes Eden's arm lightly and then leads her through the small crowd of people who are between them. For all she knows, Eden and Eames already know each other, but if they don't, Lily thinks it's high time they meet.

They reach Eames within a few moments and Lily slips her free arm through his, leaning against him. "Hey," she says, her voice warm as she looks up at him. Positioned between the two of them like this, she thinks this is a nice place to be. "Have you met Eden?"

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Though what Eames has found to like about this place is that there's considerably more to do than there was back on the island, that still doesn't always mean much. It is, he's found, a balance he can appreciate, not needing to do anything but not being bored, either. Tonight, headed back to his own apartment, he isn't in much of a hurry, having no reason to be. It makes him all the more appreciative for the familiar presence of Lily at his side, mouth curving in a smile as he tips his head to look at her and then Eden.

"As a matter of fact, I have," he says warmly. "It's a pleasure to see you again, darling. Now, what have you two been up to?"

Edited 2012-11-01 08:38 (UTC)

"Making the nightly rounds," Eden says, light. "Just a little dancing. It's nice to see you." There's been drinking, too, if only for one, which makes it a relief to get outside again. As good as she can be about resisting temptation, it's not easy by a long shot and, on nights like this, when she can taste alcohol on Lily's tongue, it's that much harder not to give in. Talking to Eames is a pleasant change of pace, a break from all that, but she was looking forward to getting back to Lily's. For now, she does her best to conceal her impatience instead.

"Dancing," Lily agrees with a grin over in Eden's direction. They have fun together, without fail, and though there are plenty of people in this city Lily thinks she could have fun with, there's no one quite like Eden, no one that she feels quite so connected to. With the possible exception of Eames.

"I think now the plan is to head back to my place," she says, looking at Eden for confirmation. It's not quite an invitation for him to join them, but it's possible she's feeling out the situation, looking to see how both of them might feel about that.

Though it's not as if Eames has ever bothered paying attention to whomever else Lily might be sleeping with, he can't say he's especially fazed by her comment, either. For that matter, he can't even be sure that's what she means. If it is, though, he can't say he blames either of them. Lily, he knows from experience, is always a good time, to say the least, and he's been fascinated by Eden practically since he met her. The thought of the two of them, too, is appealing to say the least.

"I'm not getting in your way, then, am I?" he asks, though he looks more interested than anything else. Even for him, it would be difficult not to.

Eden looks to Lily, trying to read her expression for some hint of what she wants to do, but it's only for a moment. She doesn't want to just drag the answer out, after all. "No, not at all," she says. "Of course not." Her hand slips from Lily's arm to her back. The night is still young. There's plenty of time for things to get interesting, whether they go upstairs as two or three. "We never object to good company."

"Never," Lily agrees with a grin, pleased that the two of them at least seem interested in the possibility of some fun. "You should come upstairs." She almost says that he should come up for a drink, but stops herself at the last moment and looks over at Eden, trying not to laugh at how absolutely transparent she sounds.

"Come upstairs with us for a coffee?" she asks, then laughs, unable to stop herself. At the very least, it's slightly more subtle than outright asking him to come upstairs for sex.

Eames lets out a laugh, too, prompted more by Lily's than anything else. If only because of that, it's difficult not to start reading into what she's said, but either way, he would hardly turn down an invitation like that. If he's not interrupting, if they're both interested, he would be crazy to.

"Absolutely," he says, not missing a beat. "Coffee sounds... wonderful." But he's pretty sure they aren't actually talking about coffee, which sounds even better.

Eden nearly starts laughing, too, just barely biting it back, if only because Lily's being so absurdly obvious that the attempt to be at all subtle seems ridiculous. There's no point in dancing around the issue if she wants something to happen. Still, Eden is content to follow her lead, nudging Lily gently as she starts to walk again.

"Then it's settled," she says. "I'm glad I wasn't overstepping, all but inviting someone along with us up to your apartment. But it's far too early for the night to end."

"Not overstepping," Lily says, shaking her head, continuing on along toward her apartment. If it were anyone else but Eames, she still thinks it might not have been overstepping, but she's glad it's him that they've run into it. There are plenty of people she likes in this city, but there aren't very many she thinks she'd want to share Eden with.

"Besides, I have plenty of coffee to go around," she adds, grinning at them both as innocently as she possibly can.

"Oh, I'm sure you do," Eames replies, noticeably suggestive in contrast to Lily's feigned innocence, though not overly so. However clear it might be that she hasn't really invited him up for coffee at all, that's all the more reason why he shouldn't be the one making it overly apparent. "I'm glad I ran into you, then."

Eden looks between the two of them and tries not to laugh, breaking off from the pack as they approach the building. Someone has to get the door for all of them, after all. "Just so we're clear," she says, holding the door open, "we aren't actually talking about coffee, are we? Not that I couldn't use a cup; I just want to make sure we're all on the same page."

It's funny that of the three of them, Lily's been the most inclined to play innocent, but that falls apart as soon as Eden asks her question. "We're definitely not talking about coffee," she answers, heading over to hit the button for the elevator.

She turns around again, leaning against the wall. "I'm not, anyway."

"Oh, good," Eames says, his relief largely exaggerated, but still real. "I'd've felt like an ass if were reading into things without reason." He didn't think there'd have been much chance of that, of course, but it's still nice to have it confirmed that he wasn't wrong, especially before they get back to the apartment.

Eden laughs, rolling her eyes at them. "Well, now I'm a little concerned," she says, hitting the button for Lily's floor before heading over to her, "that I might be the only mature adult here." With that said, though, and the door closing, she takes the opportunity to kiss Lily again. She isn't the possessive type, and she has no trouble sharing her tonight, but she wants to kiss her again before Eames can, pressing close. Besides, though it's been a long damn time since she was in any kind of a situation like this, someone has to get this party started.

Lily laughs as well, still a little drunk and she looks at Eames, her lower lip pulled between her teeth as she smiles. We can't help it, her expression says and she drapes her arm over Eden's shoulder when she comes near again, falling easily into the kiss. Knowing that Eames is right there, that he's watching, it makes it all the more exciting and she trails her fingertips down Eden's spine, her hand coming to rest at her waist.

If this is what it means to not be a mature adult, Lily is more than happy to continue on in this way. It's worked well enough for her so far.

Eames has difficulty caring about how mature he may or may not come across most of the time as it is, but now, he definitely doesn't, watching with totally apparent interest as Lily and Eden kiss. He's not even entirely sure what makes it so utterly appealing except, maybe, that they're both beautiful, and that he knows he won't just be watching before too long. Right now, though, that's all he can do, and he can't say he has a problem with it, either, barely noticing when the elevator comes to a stop, doors opening on Lily's floor.

Hands finding Lily's again, Eden steps back toward the hallway, casting a smile Eames' way. He may not be her primary interest in this equation, but that doesn't mean she's not interested. It's been a long damn time since she slept with a man and it's time to shake things up again. Besides, she doubts Lily would have shown interest if he didn't know what he was doing. "Lead the way," she tells her. She's the one with the keys, after all.

Without letting go of Eden, Lily steps into the hallway and digs her keys out of her purse with her free hand. She unlocks the door, nudging it open with her hip and then stepping aside to let the other two inside behind her. "Come on in," she says, pausing just long enough to slip her heels off by the door and then dropping her purse and keys on the nearby table.

She crosses the living room to flip on a light, then turns back to look at Eden and Eames, smiling at them. "This was a good idea," she decides.

"It definitely was," Eames agrees, not seeing any reason to hide the fact that he thinks so. They're all here, after all, and so there's no sense in being shy about it. What matters now is figuring out if they're going to get right to it or not, and he's not really in a hurry, not about to be the one to say so just yet. "I have to say, I am very glad I ran into you both."

Eden slips off her heels, heading into the room to perch on the arm of a couch, looking between them. "Well, it does seem like a nice way to wrap up an evening," she says. She could initiate things if she wanted, but, she thinks, she's more interested in seeing first what they do. "And a chance for you and I to get better acquainted."

"I love it when my favourite people get to know one another better," Lily says, smiling, and here it's the absolute truth. She adores Eden and Eames both, but doesn't feel any claim over them and isn't the slightest bit jealous by the thought of the two of them getting along. The very idea is much more a turn on than anything else. She turns to look at Eames, reaching out to take his hand before she walks backward across the living room toward Eden.

Even as she moves backward, she presses up on her toes, leaning in to kiss him as one arm slides around his back.

It isn't difficult at all to follow Lily's lead, Eames keeping his hand around hers as he leans into the kiss. If he weren't already preoccupied with doing so, he'd agree with her, but then, he thinks that speaks for itself, anyway. He might not actually know Eden well, but then, they wouldn't be here right now if Lily didn't like both of them so well, so really, it's a good arrangement. Kissing Lily always is, but right now, the anticipation goes a long way, too.

Eden sits back, one leg crossed over the other as she perches on the end of the couch, watching the pair of them come nearer. She's watched Lily flirt with, toy with, kiss other people before, but there isn't usually this sense of intent, this awareness of more ahead. It's different from that and it's different with her. Patiently waiting for them to get closer, she smiles to herself. In and of itself, it probably wouldn't do anything for her one way or another, but knowing she's part of the equation does.

She's still moving across the room toward Eden, breaking the kiss only long enough to glance back over her shoulder before she extends her free hand toward Eden, inviting her closer. The two of them are so different physically, Eames taller and broader, Eden so much smaller and delicate and it's partly their differences that makes this so appealing to Lily.

She wants to touch both of them.

It's an interesting arrangement, and bound to still be a little awkward at the start, but Eames is about as caught up in it as he can get with anything, smiling down at Lily as she draws back before fixing Eden with a grin instead. "Don't just sit over there, love," he says, all warmth. "Actually, we might be better served taking this somewhere else." It's not like there's a hell of a lot three can do standing here like this, but Lily's bedroom will be a hell of a lot more convenient.