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

[midvalley]

NEW OPEN RP POST

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[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). ]

[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. ]