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

[ Eggsy has a mind to shrug off his suit jacket, but then he remembers that he's got two pistols holstered on his shoulders and thinks--shit, is she gonna think this is the sexy kind of dangerous or the scary kind-- so excuse him, Lys, if he sort of misses what she's just said because he has his hands looking like they're paused on the buttons of jacket and a mild look of alarm on his face. ]

[ She hangs up the phone, and is about to say something coy and flirtatious, but the look on his face makes her frown ]

Is something wrong?

[ ... well, it's gonna have to come off eventually anyway, so. he takes off the jacket. ]

Oh, you know, just--didn't wanna startle you.

[ Her first thought is honestly oh shit, and her second thought is actually shit, that's hot

She bites her lower lip a moment ] So are those standard-issue with the taser watch?

Oh, this? [ he holds up his wrist. ] You could say that.

[ he shrugs nonchalantly, trying to be super mega casual about this, but he starts carefully taking off the holsters anyway. ]

Okay, seriously, what's your deal? Are you a secret agent or something?

[ Merlin is seriously going to kick his ass. But #yoloswag. So he says again, with added emphasis. ]

You could say that.

[ And then that wink. ]

Could I now? [ she shoots him a smirk ] I guess if you were, I couldn't really expect you to straight up tell me anyway.

... The shoulder holsters are super hot, by the way.

Whatever it is you think, you gotta promise not to tell, or else I might have to use one of my fancy thingies on you.

[ What? The watch doubles as a memory-wiper? Technology! ]

And thanks, love. Want me to keep 'em on?

Your secret's safe with me.

[ and she taps a finger on her chin, considering ] No, no. I think they might just end up getting in the way.

Right. If anyone asks, I'm just a well-dressed tailor who does suits and shit.

And--hey, fine by me. [ And he sets them down vewy, vewy carefully on a coffee table. And then he shoots her a wildly flirtatious look, his fingers touching an arm of his glasses. ] What about glasses? On or off?

Hmm. Let's see.

[ She saunters over, pressing herself right up against him as she reaches up to gingerly take them off (for all she knows, they could be another special gadget and she doesn't want to electrocute herself.) ]

I'm thinking off. I'd hate to break them.

Your wish is my command.

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

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

[ 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. ]

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

[ 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. ]

[ 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.

[ 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?

[ 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?

[ 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.

[ She gives him a once-over ]

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

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

What, I don't get to drink?

Maybe. If I like what I see.

[ 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. ]

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