Roxy checked her hair and arranged her dress, a silky emerald thing that dripped off her chest with just enough fabric to trail delightfully behind her. Right on the line between classy and scandalous, it was the perfect choice for the honeypot mission that was nearly complete. She abandoned the mirror and rejoined the crowd. With a sleeping mark behind her and three USB drives stashed carefully in a pair of to-die-for heels, she made her way through the party efficiently, exchanging the occasional quick pleasantry with other guests to disguise her exit. Next up was extraction and she was looking forward to getting out of said heels, and seeing Eggsy. Merlin had arranged for Eggsy to pick her up on his way to the Oslo mission he'd just been assigned. A longer trip for her, but the extra flight time was worth it. Life as an agent after the bombing left little time for catching up, and Eggsy had proved to be very accommodating in helping her out after these kinds of missions; honeypots could be fun, but there was nothing worse than constant vigilance to ruin a good orgasm. Better to fake it and then fully enjoy herself with a trusted and very talented friend later, however frustrated that left her in the meantime.
As usual her mark had been less than satisfactory, and she was desperately looking forward to some quality time with Eggsy's amazing mouth. She excused herself from the last cluster of people, and allowed her strides to lengthen slightly as her handler directed her down a side hallway and out to the rendezvous point past the gardens. The cool air felt delicious against her flushed skin as she slipped through the shadows towards the Kingsman jet.
The light tapping of shoes on the plane's stairs alerted Eggsy to Roxy's arrival. He got up to make her a drink at the bar and tapped his glasses, "ey guv, Lancelot's back, I'll put me glasses back on when we's done catching up". The whisper of her dress drew his attention away from the drink, "shit Rox, you looking gorgeous, dunno how they got you and all your gear in that little number tho". He drank in the lovely sight of her petit curves draped in the barely there dress, quietly noting the subtle rose to her cheeks, the tension in her shoulders, and the hint of sway in her hips, along with the lack of emotional tension. She popped her glasses onto the sidebar, "I understand the tech department was rather exited for the challenge". The mission went fine, he guessed as he held out her drink, but the mark had gotten her wound up and then likely fell asleep, poor Rox. "you look a little tense for a mission well done, love. We could fix that." He raised a brow and tipped a teasing smile at her.
She accepted her drink with a grateful smile, took a sip, and relaxed into the sofa. "mark was another teasing bastard, so that would be lovely Eggsy. Something simple please?". He sat beside her and lifted her free hand, pressing a kiss into her palm and unclasping a thin bracelet. Any of the kinky stuff was out, Rox played sober or not at all, but he figured they would both enjoy him cherishing her, and quietly placed her bracelet in her kingsman case. Piece by piece he removed her jewellery; teasing, kissing, nipping, and running soft fingertips over even softer skin as he went.
Nibbling the drink's icy chill out of the fingertips of her other hand garnered him a precious sigh. Playful eyes flicked up to watch her pupils blow as he knelt to work on the delicate buckle at her ankles and remove her heels. He brushed his lips over her ankle bone and grinned as she shivered; the power over her reactions was just about as much fun as the satisfaction of making her feel good. He slid his hands up the outside of her legs, his calluses making her hum and shift her legs farther apart, dress sliding up easily ahead of him.
Eggsy could be so generous but he was just too good at teasing her. Between his dedicated worship of her body and the kneeling at her feet Roxy was torn between reveling in this exquisite torture and using a firm hand on that defined jaw to direct that attention right to where she needed it. She slid a naked foot up his body, heat building low in her abdomen with his soft moan as she ghosted over the now tight crotch of his trousers, popping her heel over his shoulder to draw him closer. "Teasing a lady is rude Eggsy, put that darling mouth to good use." Roxy arched back gasping as large warm hands promptly wrapped themselves around her hips and pulled her arse to the edge of the seat as Eggsy got to work. Her hands flew to Eggsy's head and her fingers nestled securely into his hair.
Buried between strong thighs, Eggsy just about lost it as slim fingers dove into his hair with a just-this-side-of-painful grip. He opened his trousers to relieve the pressure, put his fingers to work and renewed his efforts. The weight of her leg curled over his shoulder kept him grounded as his brain got a little floaty, narrowing his focus down to his mouth, his fingers, and her pleasure. Ladies first had yet to get him in trouble, and balancing on the edge for a while made his own orgasm so much better.
Eggsy gave no quarter and Roxy held on for dear life as he stoked the fire of her orgasm exactly how she liked it. Talented with a desire to please, Rox had a second to note that she had gotten lucky in the lovers department. Blunt fingers with gun calluses joined the party and it was her turn to moan. As Eggsy worked her world started to fade out. With the occasional fireworks sparkling behind her eyes, a quick move from Eggsy brought her to orgasm and stole the breath from her lungs. She collapsed boneless, panting, waiting as sense slowly returned to her.
Coming back to herself, she felt Eggsy's head resting on her thigh, thumb absently caressing her opposite hip. She flexed her fingers in his hair, tipped his face up to hers, and peeled herself up off the couch to kiss him deeply. A strong jaw with hints of stubble against her palms, the faint taste of herself on his lips, and she couldn't be more content with this moment. She moved her foot, brushing against Eggsy. His brow furrowed and he shuddered in her hands, a quiet whine escaping. She moved again more deliberately, enjoying his sounds. She pressed a kiss to his temple and smoothed powerful yet dainty hands over his shoulders to guide him up to sit straddling her lap. She fitted him into her palm, wrapped her fingers around his girth, and stroked firmly.
Pleasure exploded through his brain as Roxy moved, and Eggsy managed to choke out a very strangled 'fuck' before dropping his face into the crook of her neck. His hands gripped her shoulders as if to keep himself from floating away. He shuddered and gasped as she expertly worked him, knowing him as well as he knew her. Between her hand and the gentle scrape of nails against his scalp, he was gone. Ugly gasping breaths punched into his chest, but he was flying and hardly noticed.
Roxy squirmed a little under his weight, jostling Eggsy who raised his head to look at her. His eyes focused back onto hers. She raised a brow and shrugged as if to say 'not my fault'. He grinned back at her, mischievous eyes sparkling.
"Ten outa ten Rox, would definitely do again"
She pecked those grinning lips and pushed him sideways off her lap as they both giggled. Secret agent life was good, secret agent life with a friend like Eggsy was even better.