Title: Who's Margery Daw Anyway?
Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Word Count: 419
Rating: PG
A/N: Just a short fill to a cute (and random) prompt on the kink meme: Having a conversation on a seesaw.

"Remind me why we're here," Arthur said irritably as a particularly enthusiastic kick from Eames jarred his ankles into the ground.

"That's easy," Eames grinned, looking exhilarated. He was far too into this. "We're babysitting."

"Are we really?" Arthur gestured over to where James and Phillippa were enjoying the swing set a good hundred feet away. "Because they're over there. And we're over here. On a seesaw."

"Yes," Eames said happily. He gave another great kick, considering he outweighed Arthur and Arthur wasn't doing much to help. "Here's an idea." He stopped them, bracing his legs against the ground. "Let's see how far along the board I have to scoot until we're balanced." Arthur just looked at him. Eames hurdled over the seesaw's handles until he was a foot closer to Arthur and the fulcrum. He picked his feet up off the ground, but Arthur was still lifted until Eames' seat hit with a thunk.

"God Eames, what are you built out of, brick?"

"Is that a fat joke?" Eames grinned, and scooted a bit closer. Once again, Arthur's end rose, though not as quickly. He scooted in again. "Alright, what about this?" He lifted his feet, but this time Arthur's end shot down with a thunk.

"Ow. No, that won't work." Arthur climbed over his own handles, scooting a bit closer to Eames, who was seated nearly at the center. Once again Arthur's end sank. Frustrated, Arthur scooted in a bit further. Honestly, they should be able to figure this out; it was only simple physics.

"Try scooting about six inches more," Eames suggested, and so Arthur did. He picked up his feet off the ground and the seesaw wobbled uncertainly, trying for balance, but ultimately tipped in Arthur's direction again.

"Goddammit!" Arthur cursed. A little girl playing in the sand near their feet gasped and ran off to her mother. He scooted three inches closer, but still no balance. Two more. Still a no. By now, Arthur was less than a foot away from the fulcrum, which was less than a foot away from Eames. The seesaw hovered in an uneasy balance.

"This should not be working," Arthur grumbled. "You've manipulated physics, haven't you?"

"Or maybe," Eames grinned, sliding over the fulcrum and upsetting the whole thing, "the universe is trying to tell us that we've got to be together to achieve balance."

"I think you're full of shit," Arthur said, but he leaned forward nonetheless when Eames did and pressed their lips together in a kiss.