A/N: This work is inspired by MaXKennedy's work: 30 days OTP challenge - day 21
Stumbled across this tiny piece while skimming through my labyrinthine writing folder. I wish I could write a full length Hartwin fic, but it's just not in the cards at the moment.
"What would you like for dinner, darling?" Harry felt heat wash over him instantly; the kind of heat that floods in when you accidentally let something slip. He let out his breath slowly, and closed his eyes, centering himself; preparing himself.
"Oh, I don't know, love," Eggsy said mirthfully. He came around to lean against the counter by the sink, where Harry had been tending to their dirty coffee mugs. He grinned, looking into Harry's face, while the other man stared straight ahead. Then he said matter-of-factly, "I want you, Harry."
Harry's eyes snapped to the other's. He knew what was happening; they had been reaching this point for quite some time, but hearing it said so bluntly did cause some surprise. And though he had been preparing reactions for all number of scenarios in which this happened, none of them seemed fitting now.
"I'm not sure what to say," he said.
"What do you want to say?"
Harry searched Eggsy's face—it was always so open to him. He could see the other man's wholeheartedness even more so now. This soothed the fearful heat into something more comfortable. He straightened up and turned his body to face Eggsy. "I want to call you darling a few million more times, though preferably not all at once."
Eggsy's eyes crinkled at the corners. "I think I've got time to spare for that."