RO > call me out; a forever open RP post, version 2

[midvalley]

NEW OPEN RP POST

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[heelclicked]

Your wish is my command.

[ He leans down and presses his lips against hers once the glasses are off. ]

[youotterknow]

[ She kisses him back gladly, and when she finally pulls away, she practically purrs ] Say that again.

[heelclicked]

[ His hands reach up to cup her cheeks as he looks her right in the eyes and says, in a low tone, ]

Your wish is my command.

[ and then he's gonna kiss her again. ]

[youotterknow]

[ Oh, sweet Jesus. That actually did things to her. She actually moans a little into the kiss because that? That was really fucking hot. ]

[heelclicked]

[ He smiles against their kiss, because he's really, really liking where this is going. And that little moan that Lys just did drives him mad.

Which is why he takes his hands off her cheeks as they kiss, but no worries--they find a new home on her back, and then on her hips. ]

[youotterknow]

[ She reaches up and grabs his tie again, to start guiding them towards the bed. No sooner to the back of her legs bump the mattress then there's a knock at the door, and a muffled voice announcing "Room service!" ]

... Those guys are way too fast.

[heelclicked]

[ Eggsy is just gonna clear his throat when that happens, then begins to loosen his tie as he speaks. ]

Well, let's answer it so we can get right back to what we were doing, yeah?

[youotterknow]

[ She leans up to give him a quick peck on the cheek and moves to open the door to reveal a gentleman with a chilled bottle of wine on a cart. She almost invites him in to leave his things, but then she remembers Eggsy's guns are sitting out on a table and that might not go over so well.

She takes the wine and the glasses, thanks him, and sends him on his way. ]

Would the gentleman care for a drink?

[heelclicked]

[ And by the time the dude's left, Eggsy's taken off his tie, discarding it in a soon-to-be-heap of his clothes on the floor, and top few buttons of his shirt are undone. ]

The gentleman would care for a drink, so long as the lady pours her glass first.

[youotterknow]

[ She gives him a once-over ]

Maybe I will pour myself a glass. And then I'll sit back and watch you strip.

[heelclicked]

[ ah, so bold. that actually earns her some raised brows from eggsy again. ]

What, I don't get to drink?

[youotterknow]

Maybe. If I like what I see.

[heelclicked]

[ whoa okay holy shit this girl really means business and he likes that ]

Alright--I'll play your game, Lys.

[ he says as he continues to unbutton his shirt, eyes fixed on her all the while. ]

[youotterknow]

[ Oh shit. She did not expect him to just play long like that, but goddamn if she doesn't like it. ]

Shouldn't I get to pour my wine first?

[heelclicked]

Then hurry up so you can enjoy the show.

[ He holds his arms up, shrugging, because now his shirt is all the way unbuttoned. Waitin' on ya, Lys. ]

[youotterknow]

[ WELL GOSH. She finds a nice place to sit down and pours herself a glass of wine, which she raises to him. ]

Proceed.

[heelclicked]

[ He chuckles; and proceed he does, following with shrugging his shirt off. Just so you know, Lys, Eggsy was legitimately an Olympic-material gymnast, so. Yeah. He's in pretty good shape. ]

[youotterknow]

[ ... goddamn. She actually stares for a moment. Because goddamn. ]

You must work out.

[heelclicked]

[ He holds his arms up. ]

You don't gotta look that surprised. I did kick some ass back in that pub.

[youotterknow]

Well, yeah, but this-- [ and she motions to his... all of him with her free hand ] --is like a whole different ball game.

[heelclicked]

[ He covers his mouth for a moment, turning away with obviously feigned shyness. ]

Oh, stop. You're making me blush, you flatterer.

[youotterknow]

Don't go getting all shy on me, now.

[heelclicked]

What? Your eyes are all pryin' on me. I can't not feel self-conscious.

[ He's totally bullshitting. ]

[youotterknow]

So far I haven't seen anything for you to feel self-conscious about.

[heelclicked]

[ He's just going to laugh as he runs his hands through his hair, rustling it free of the gelled 'do it had been combed into (although the brawl had already done some of that work for him). ]