[ 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!" ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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.
[ 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. ]
[ 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). ]
But that's okay, because this? Is really bloody awesome, and he obliges by falling backwards onto the bed, wrapping his arms around her and taking her down with him in the process. ]
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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. ]
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... Those guys are way too fast.
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Well, let's answer it so we can get right back to what we were doing, yeah?
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She takes the wine and the glasses, thanks him, and sends him on his way. ]
Would the gentleman care for a drink?
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The gentleman would care for a drink, so long as the lady pours her glass first.
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Maybe I will pour myself a glass. And then I'll sit back and watch you strip.
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What, I don't get to drink?
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Alright--I'll play your game, Lys.
[ he says as he continues to unbutton his shirt, eyes fixed on her all the while. ]
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Shouldn't I get to pour my wine first?
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[ He holds his arms up, shrugging, because now his shirt is all the way unbuttoned. Waitin' on ya, Lys. ]
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Proceed.
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You must work out.
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You don't gotta look that surprised. I did kick some ass back in that pub.
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Oh, stop. You're making me blush, you flatterer.
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[ He's totally bullshitting. ]
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Lys actually has to set aside her glass, because that's insanely distracting ]
I'm dangerously close to tackling you to the bed right now, just so you know.
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No one's stopping you, you know.
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She's off the chair and across the room in record time, kissing him hard, and backing him towards the bed. ]
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But that's okay, because this? Is really bloody awesome, and he obliges by falling backwards onto the bed, wrapping his arms around her and taking her down with him in the process. ]
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