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

[midvalley]

NEW OPEN RP POST

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[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). ]

[youotterknow]

[ oh no with the mussed hair and the no shirt and the laughing

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.

[heelclicked]

[ He tilts his head with a beckoning look, shrugging and holding his hands out. ]

No one's stopping you, you know.

[youotterknow]

[ oh, and then he goes and looks at her like that

She's off the chair and across the room in record time, kissing him hard, and backing him towards the bed. ]

[heelclicked]

[ sigh, he didn't even get to have any wine

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. ]

[youotterknow]

[ She goes with him gladly, kicking off her shoes in the process. She breaks away from his mouth, only to leave a trail of kisses along his jaw before oh-so-slowly running her tongue long his neck. (She's been wanting to do that since he took his shirt off, honestly.) ]

[heelclicked]

[ oh, okay. Nice, Eggsy. His breath hitches in his throat when he feels Lys's tongue on his neck; he's had his fair share of one-night-stands, but there was something electrifying about Lys, and it's already driving him nuts. So he lets her do what she wants, but before long he's going to pull her up so he can press his lips against hers again, holding her tightly before he rolls them over so that she's beneath him. ]

[youotterknow]

[ She doesn't protest when he reverses their positions. In fact, it gives her the opportunity to drag her nails over his chest, gaze heated ]

I think I'm wearing way too many clothes for this. Would the gentleman care to help the lady out?

[heelclicked]

It would be the gentleman's utmost pleasure.

[ He ducks down to give her a quick kiss along her jaw, then another on her neck. And so, hey, is Lys wearing like a shirt or a dress? Ah well, doesn't matter--it's coming off now. ]

[youotterknow]

[ Just a simple long-sleeved shirt and a pair of jeans (and her cute little red heels, but those are currently on the floor)

And here's hoping Eggsy likes chicks with tattoos, because Lys has a full sleeve going up one arm. Bright blue water in stylized waves, in the midst of which swims an otter. It's sort of a "fuck you" to her family, who had dropped her like so much dead weight for her inability to assume any form but that of an otter, but she got it just as much for herself. Because broken or not, the otter is part of her, and she needs to remember that. ]

[heelclicked]

[ --Shit. Lys is really fucking hot, and the tattoo honestly just adds to that. He makes a mental note to ask about the tattoo later, but right now? He's busy tossing her top to the side and letting his hands roam over the parts of her that are now bare against his own body. ]