So I saw this a few weeks ago for the first time, then again for a second time recently and I pretty much am obsessed with Kingsman. I mean, this is the first time I'm posting a fan fiction in YEARS so that's gotta mean something.

I both loved and hated how Roxy and Eggsy didn't end up together. Roxy was a strong, independent female character and I loved how Eggsy and her had a really good friendship. I just thought they seemed affectionate enough to move it to the romantic level and had they not hinted at it, I might have been ok with it as is. But I felt like they did lead us on and now I feel robbed so I'm writing a fan fiction putting them together. I'm crossing my fingers that A.) there is a sequel and B.) Roxy and Eggsy get together in it.

Regardless, I felt like they were fairly affectionate towards each other (which kinda makes me want to spin off into a one shot but I tend to bite off more than I can chew and then never finish a story) so that's kinda how I had their relationship in this story. Also I can't write an English accent for crap so I'm cheating and having him be in America so I don't have to write it much. Also since Roxy is of a more noble background, I'm pretending her accent doesn't stick out enough to make me have to write her one. Lol. Be kind.

Gary "Eggsy" Urwin had a problem. Well, maybe it was "Taron Egerton" who had a problem. Eggsy was finding it hard to keep the two separate. After a year of using his "wife" as an excuse to why he did not go out with the boys, the boss insisted on meeting said wife. And when your boss is crime lord Simon Basciger, you best bring your wife to the next company outing.

Eggsy paced his studio apartment nervously. This was nothing like the house Kingsman had given him, which came with acres of land and more rooms than he had things to fill them with. His mother and sister occupied the house now, since he was often away, but he always made a point to stay with them when missions and down time allowed it. Seeing them always kept him grounded and reminded him why he did jobs like this one. He had been working undercover as a fence for Basciger for about a year now. After his first mission of portraying Chester King on V-Day, Eggsy found that he was quite suited for undercover work. Plus he often liked it. Granted, most of the missions had been more glamorous than this current one. The thin line he had to walk while undercover -do a good enough job to be brought in on bigger schemes, but stay low key enough to not draw too much unwanted attention – was starting to wear him down. This mission was running long. Most times his undercover skits were a few months or so, but this one had a much more important -and careful – target. Eggsy was finding it hard to get concrete evidence on Basciger, though he felt like he was close. Perhaps that was just the fatigue.

He ran a hand nervously along the back of his neck as he scanned the apartment. Harry would've been horrified by the state of the place, but to Eggsy, it was all chaotically organized. Stacks of newspapers served as surfaces for his empty pizza boxes and crushed cans of soda were placed strategically on the table, each representing an important member of the gang. Rumor had it on good authority that Basciger was trying to get into the nuclear missile market. Unfortunately for Eggsy, he only had enough evidence to pin a few robberies on Basciger. Nothing enough to put him away for long, and nothing worth giving up his cover for. Eggsy needed to catch him on something big. But first, he needed a wife.

As he paced, he slid on some loose pieces of newspaper, whacking his elbow on the wall as he flailed his arms for balance. White pain flooded his arm and he took a few sharp breaths. It was an old injury from his first jobs for Basciger where he had taken a bullet when a deal went bad. Since the Kingsman suit was far too classy and upscale for his current character, he had gone back to wearing clothes he wore back before his Kingsman days -straight bill caps, polo shirts, straight cut blue jeans and sneakers. All very comfortable, but all very much NOT bulletproof. Being undercover he had to treat the wound the commonfolk way and had now earned a new scar and a tender spot.

Eggsy shook his head to clear it. He heard a ringing. "Shite!" Grabbing his cellphone from off the floor where it fell, he answered. "'Ello?" He cleared his throat. "Hello?"

"Taron, it's Ray. We need your warehouse tonight around 11pm."

A click signaled the end of the conversation. Grabbing his umbrella, Eggsy jumped into his car and sped off to the warehouse. Catching a glance at his reflection in the rearview mirror, he lightly thumbed his goatee. He grew it in an attempt to look older than his 27 years of age and was originally going for a full on beard, but his baby face made his beard grow in patchy so this was his compromise. Besides, Kingsman required all Knights be fresh shaven, so Eggsy enjoyed experimenting with his facial hair while undercover. He thought it made him seem a little less street rat and a little more Robin Hood.

Though he had to ditch his suit and fresh face, he did keep around his umbrella. Originally, the others thought it was a little odd that he would carry it everywhere, but with the weather in Seattle, it wasn't completely unreasonable. Plus he did a modest demonstration of his skills with it during a drunken pub fight and now Basciger's men jokingly call him "Rain Man" on occasion.

Arriving at the warehouse, Eggsy leaped from his car. "Look who decided to show up," sneered Ray, Basciger's right hand man.

"Showing up at my own warehouse? Yes, it's completely bizarre." retorted Eggsy. Regardless of their standing in Basciger's book, Eggsy treated all of Simon's henchmen as if they were all equal...equally scum. He kept his tongue better around Basciger though. His mouth had gotten him into more trouble than he could count in the past, and that was never good when talking to someone that had too much power and knew it. Sometimes if he dwelled on it too much, he was reminded of Harry and how undercover missions could be fatal if found out. He still had nightmares of the church from time to time.

As they climbed to the top floor of the warehouse, Eggsy reached to open the heavy doors. "Don't do that!" warned Ray.

"Why the fuck not?" Meetings late at night in his warehouse always made him nervous. Being nervous always made him irritable. "This is my warehouse."

"He's in a meeting." Ray gestured for Eggsy to raise his arms for a pat down. The good thing about working for a crime boss was that they let you pack a ton of power. The bad thing was that that power was normally for use on the wrong people. "It won't be long."

"Who's he with?"

"Why do you care?"

"I don't."

Ray raised an eyebrow, but accepted his answer. "Lighten up, Taron. It's just some computer geeks. I'll tell him you're here." Eggsy got a brief look into the room when Ray opened the door. He saw a scrawny guy in business casual sweating profusely, tied to a chair. The chair was on top of a plastic tarp and he was surrounded by four men in suits, holding guns. Ray came back to him and closed the door. "It won't be much longer." After a brief pause, Ray asked. "How's the wife?"

"She's fine," answered Eggsy, too quickly. Did he ever describe her differently? He seemed to only recall ever saying she was "fine." "Are you married?"

Ray scoffed. "God no."

At that moment, Basciger came out. "Taron! Sure appreciate the use of your warehouse, but you didn't have to come here. We'll lock up when we are done."

"I just wanted to give you this, " offered Eggsy, handing over a manila envelope, fat with cash.

Basciger smiled at him when he saw the money. "Did you unload those TVs? You did, didn't you? I noticed they were gone when I came in tonight. Good boy." He nodded at Ray, dismissing Eggsy as he retreated behind the heavy doors again. "Oh, Taron. You know tomorrow is my birthday."

"Yeah, happy birthday Simon."

"No, save it. I'll see you at the party! I'm looking forward to finally meeting your wife."

Eggsy tried to force a natural smile on his face. "Yep. We'll be there."

Once daylight broke, Eggsy reached out to Merlin. As the video feed sharpened, Merlin observed, "You look like you stink." Eggsy frown as he checked out his face. Sure, his eyes were a little bloodshot and his clothing rumpled. His hair, though shorter than he wore it in for the Kingsman, was only a tad greasy. "You must be deep undercover. I'm assuming that's why I didn't hear anything for weeks. Now this urgent meeting?"

"Merlin, you know my style. It's risky checkin' in that often." Eggsy dropped his American accent.

"You never wear your glasses. We are often in the dark about your actions and whereabouts."

"Those things?! Massive. Besides, they don fit with my character's style. An if the contacts didn't irritate my eye so much I'd consider wearin' em." Merlin sighed. Eggsy got to the point. "I got a situation."

"So do I," retorted Merlin. "This is not a one-man operation. Listen to me, as your supervisor, you don't give me updates, I'm gonna yank your arse off the case. And I don't care how good your reputation is, Eggsy. You any closer to making an arrest?"

"I'm making progress. When I have something solid, you'll know." Eggsy couldn't help but flinch when Merlin used his real name after not having heard it in almost a year. Maybe he was too invested in this character.

"That's not good enough. You've been undercover for a year. You haven't -" Merlin shook his head in defeat. "Why did you contact me?"

Eggsy cleared his throat. "I need a wife."

"Kingsman is not a dating service, though it has worked for you in the past." Eggsy smirked at the memory of Princess Tilde.

"It's just short term. For a dinner party, yeh? It's Basciger's birthday. I've been using a demanding wife as an excuse to get out of, uh, certain things." Killing innocents. Eggsy would not come out of this mission unscarred, physically or mentally. At least when Harry did it, he was under Valentine's control. Eggsy was just trying not to blow his cover and get killed.

"When?"

"Tonight."

"Short notice. Did they ever ask what she looks like?"

"Not specifically. Look, it's no big deal. I just need someone smart enough to keep her mouth shut. We turn up, we make nice, she gets a headache, and then we leave. Hell, I don care if she's an escort. Just get me someone who won't blow my cover."

"Let me see who I have available." Merlin killed the feed.

Eggsy woke from a troubled sleep several hours later to a knocking at his door. Rolling his neck to get the kink out of it, he unholstered his pistol. Looking out the peephole, he saw a girl with oversized sun glasses and brown hair. Swinging open the door, he started, "And you must be my new wife -"

He was cut off by a pair of arms thrown around his neck. "Galahad!" she squealed before pulling away and composing herself. She tugged at her top to fix it. "Hey!"

"...Lancelot?!"

Pushing her sunglasses on top of her head, she nodded. "I guess I should be answering to Egerton, Sophie Egerton." She laughed her James Bond impression.

"I can't believe they sent you!"

Roxy looked puzzled. "Who were you expecting?"

"Well, I did ask for an escort..." Eggsy smirked at her before bringing her in for a tight hug. "Oh Rox. You're a sight for sore eyes," mumbled Eggsy into her hair.

She let him hold her for a few seconds longer before pulling back slightly. Cupping the side of his cheek in her hand, she smiled sadly. "You ok, Eggsy? You look...tired. For lack of a better word." She frowned slightly, clearly worried.

He turned his head and kissed her palm softly. "I feel tired."

Putting her hands on her hips, she asked playfully, "Not too tired to play dress up and miss out on this dinner party, right?"

Eggsy sank into his sofa. "Couldn' miss it for the world." He closed his eyes.

Roxy's frown deepened. She sat next to him and reached out to play with the hair on the nape of his neck, an action they used to do while in training. It always had a calming effect for both of them. He leaned into her touch. "What aren't you telling me?" she whispered, but Eggsy had already fallen asleep.

An hour or so into his nap, Eggsy began whimpering. It got to the point where Roxy's concern for his safety was greater than his need for sleep. "Eggsy, Eggsy wake up!" shook Roxy. His eyes shot open and he looked terrified for a moment before registering his surroundings. He slumped with his head in his hands. Roxy put her arm around him, "Tell me what's eating you."

After a moment of hesitation, he did. He told her about the constant thinking of Harry and how he was plagued with nightmares about his death. His biggest fear was killing an innocent and he felt that everyday undercover was another day he might not be able to get out of it. This role didn't allow him to save people, but instead required him to remain quiet while the bad guys maimed, tortured and killed others. The stress from living a double life was wearing him down, slowly but surely. He couldn't reach out to his sister or mother or even Roxy with out the risk of discovery. The life of one undercover was a very lonely one. With that final thought, Eggsy took a deep breath and turned to Roxy and smiled. "Thanks, Rox. I feel better already. Maybe I just needed someone to talk to." He kissed her forehead before rising from the couch. "Phew! I need a shower. I stink."

She followed him into the bathroom, turning her back to give him some privacy before he hopped in the shower. Nothing she hadn't already seen in training with their communal showers and open spaces, but common courtesy was a key trait to Kingsman. Perching herself on the counter, she talked to his form from behind the curtain. "So let me get this straight. You use your wife as an excuse? Why do you even need a wife?"

"One thing I learned from workin' undercover is not to spend too much time with the mark. You're in a restaurant, a pub, anywhere, when someone walks in from years ago. They call you by the wrong name and you are screwed. The more time you spend with em, the more chance for slip-ups."

Roxy knew that every Kingsman had a different specialty, but she never knew Eggsy had chosen undercover. No wonder he looked so drain. If he had to endure this stress multiple times, and on his own, it would explain why this Eggsy seemed only a shell of the old one.

Eggsy poked his head out from behind the curtain. "I'm almost done in 'ere. You're missing your opportunity to join me." He gave her a smirk and a wink. There was the Eggsy she knew.

Laughing, she threw a towel at his head. "Just because I'm your wife for a night, don't expect certain...benefits."

Wrapping the towel around his waist and exiting the shower, Eggsy jokingly sighed at her. "Oy, so the rumors are true. Once you get married, your sex life goes out the window."

Roxy shook her head and laughed before stripping down and getting into the shower. "You better not have been checking me out in the mirror pretending to shave!"

"A gentleman would never peep, bruv," explained Eggsy, feigning hurt. "But he would...flush the toilet while a lady is in the shower!"

Roxy screamed as the ice water hit her body. She heard Eggsy laughing as he sprinted out of the bathroom. "I want a divorce!" she cried at his retreating form.

"ROOOOOOXXXXXXANNNNNEEEE!" Eggsy sang. "You don't have to put on that dress tonight!" He popped his head into the bathroom where she was curling her hair, taking her hair brush and using it as a microphone.

Rolling her eyes, Roxy stated, "Very original, Eggsy. You know, you aren't the first guy to sing that to me."

"Maybe not, but I'm sure I'll be the last, yeh?" He flashed her that smirk and gave her a wink before she shooed him out of the bathroom.

"PUT ON THE RED LIGHT! PUT ON THE RED LIGHTTTTTT!"

They arrived at the lobby of the hotel promptly at 7pm. Eggsy was in his Kingsman suit, and obviously very glad to have it on. "I always thought you cleaned up nicely," complimented Roxy.

Eggsy cleared his throat and switched to his American accent. "I was just about to say the same about you. I bet the guys would never expect me to show up with such a fox. Now they will realize why I'm always home," he frowned slightly. "Did you know they said I look like a bulldog?"

She smiled at him. "You sure they didn't mean a pug?" He broke out in a grin at their inside joke. "Regardless, bulldogs have several redeeming qualities."

He playfully pouted at her before his eyes widened. "Oh wait, can't have you be my wife without a ring, now can I?" He pulled out a ring from his pocket. Roxy extended her finger and Eggsy slid it on. "Wow, perfect fit."

"It's beautiful," admired Roxy as she held it up so the diamonds could reflect the light. "Did Merlin get it for you?"

"It actually was my mum's. It's from her marriage with my pops. Dean never let her wear it and she was afraid he'd try pawning it, so she gave it to me and told him that she lost it." He frowned. "He didn't take too kindly to her 'losing' something worth so much."

Roxy kissed his cheek. "Thank you."

He smirked at her. "You planning on keeping it?"

"You wish you'd be so lucky."

"I sure do." He winked at her before sticking out his arm for her to grab. "Nervous?" he asked. She nodded her head slightly. "Don't be. You are married to this hunk of a man." He flexed his arm under her hand so she could feel his muscle, earning him a giggle. "I know I'm not. I'm confident because I have the most beautiful wife in the room." He placed a soft kiss to the top of her head. "I really do like your hair darker."

Roxy frown at him slightly. "Is that last compliment supposed to take away from the fact that you said that you have the most beautiful wife in the room and not the world?"

He rolled his eyes at her. "Good job taking the demanding wife role seriously, Sophie." He made sure to empathized their undercover names. "Time for me to show off Mrs. Taron Egerton."

Glancing at the woman on his arm, Eggsy hopped Roxy didn't take offense to his slip up. With her hair down in soft curls and her white long sleeve dress cut just above her knees, she looked modest, yet sexy. Though if he had his way, he'd get rid of the cutouts in her dress just below the breastline and again above her upper abdomen. They were a tad bit revealing for his taste, especially since he could see all his coworkers eyeing her jealously. He wanted to take off his suit jacket and throw it over her shoulders and hide her in a corner for the rest of the night. That wouldn't work out for his plan to show her off to everyone to prove she was real, but it would help his peace of mind. He needed a drink.

Leading them to the bar, Eggsy ordered. "Two martini's please. Shaken, not stirred." He winked at the bartender, earning an eye roll from Roxy. Turning to her, he offered, "Don't get jealous, Love. You know I only have eyes for you." He winked at her as he took a sip from his drink.

"Keep winking like that and people will start to think you have an eye twitch."

Eggsy pouted at her playfully before whispering in her ear. "Show time." He kissed her cheek as he pulled away.

Basciger approached them. "Taron, it's so nice to see you."

Eggsy nodded at him. "Simon, this is my wife, Sophie. Sophie, honey, this is Simon Basciger."

Roxy flashed him a smile. "Happy birthday, Mr. Basciger."

"Oh, please. Call me Simon." He looked Rosy up and down approvingly. "Now I know why we don't see as much of Taron around here as we would like to."

Eggsy and Roxy chuckled. "Well I get lonely."

"Oh," his smirked made Roxy shiver with disgust. "I wonder what you do when you're alone. How do you pass the time?" His body language had "sleazy" written all over it.

Roxy shrugged. "Any way I want."

It was Basciger's turn to chuckle. "You seem like a woman who usually gets what she wants."

"Well look who's talking?" retorted Roxy.

Basciger shook his head. "My, my. You are an attractive girl."

"Well I haven't been a girl for quite some time but thank you." Roxy took a sip of her drink. She'd need more to get through this night.

Turning to Eggsy, Basciger broke out in a grin. "Hey! I like her." Pointing at Roxy, he repeated. "I like you."

"I guess my evening is complete. I can go home now." Roxy turned away from Basciger.

"Oh no no no. Not so fast. My party, my rules. You can't go till Simon says. I think we should sit down. The both of you."

Taking Roxy's hand, Basciger led her to the head table. She grabbed for Eggsy's hand and finding it cold and clammy, gave it a reassuring squeeze. He did not seem happy.

Once seated at the table, Eggsy whispered in her ear, "Hey, you did great, but I think it's time to make an excuse."

"Hey Ray," called out Basciger. "What's the weather supposed to be like?"

"Warm and sunny, I believe."

"Good, I hate when it's cold and wet up there."

"Where you going?" asked Roxy.

"Well I got a little place in the country by the mountains. Some of us go up on the weekend."

"Oh it sounds great! It's always nice to get out of the city for the weekend," said Roxy.

"You should see it."

"Is that an invitation?"

"That's what it sounds like to me." Basciger winked at her.

"Thanks, but we have other commitments," interjected Eggsy. "Maybe another time."

Roxy eyed Eggsy intensely. "Honey, c'mon. It's nothing we can't get out of. I'm sick of doing the same old thing."

Addressing the table, Eggsy stated, "We'll talk about this at home."

"Actually, no need. We'll be there," confirmed Roxy. Turning to Eggsy, she gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Remember, happy wife, happy life."

The table erupted in laughter while all Eggsy could do was frown.

"What in the bloody hell were you thinkin', Roxy?!" accused Eggsy once they were in their car.

"I saw my opportunity and I took it."

"This was supposed to be a one night thing. You are supposed to be back home in the morn'. Now what?! A year of my life, wasted!" He hit the steering wheel in frustration. "An what's with the laughing an the dress an the flirtin'?" His accent got thicker the madder he got.

"He was falling all over himself. He obviously likes to hit on other men's wives. So this will give us an opportunity to get in close."

"You have no idea what you are dealin' with. I've heard horror stories. I've seen things that – no offense, you don 'ave the experience to work on this."

"Excuse me, Eggsy. I think I know what I can handle. Do not forget I beat you out for Lancelot."

Eggsy sighed as he pulled into the driveway of his place. "I was just getting over the fact that Harry is gone. I couldn't live wit myself if I lost you too. I'd go completely bonkers."

Roxy reached over and grabbed his hands. "It's just like in training. You have me and I have you. No matter what. I wasn't trying to overstep any boundaries, it just seems like working as a team will make this mission be over faster. That way you can go back to your family. We can get in much deeper as a married couple than just you alone. You told Basciger that you had a wife. You told Merlin you needed one. Now you have one. Go with it."

Eggsy looked over at Roxy. "'Ere's how it goes. You're now a professional liar. You've to deceive people everyday. An that's what you do. An 'ere's the fun part – if you don get everyth'n absolutely perfect, if you slip up just once, just slightly, you're dead. Get out of the car an pack your bags. We need a new apartment." He got out and slammed the car door behind him.

She followed him into the apartment and heard him get a new address from Merlin. Was she doing the right thing by sticking around? Her heart said yes, and it's never let her down before. Then again, her portion of the mission was only to help out for the night. Sticking around would make her current mission harder, but it shouldn't jeopardize it. Grabbing a shirt and basketball shorts from Eggsy's dresser, she crawled into his bed. It was hard to give someone space in a studio apartment.

A few minutes later, Eggsy crawled into bed with her. Encircling her in his arms, he nuzzled her neck. She sighed and snuggled closer to him. "I'm sorry, Rox. I just can't lose you. You're my best friend."

"You won't lose me," whispered Roxy before drifting off to sleep.

They woke up late the next morning. Actually, Roxy woke up at a reasonable time, but Eggsy had her in a tight grip. They had flipped during the night so Eggsy was on his back with an arm wrapped snugly around Roxy who was laying on his chest. Her other arm was wrapped loosely around him, with their fingers intertwined. Propping herself up on his chest, she studied Eggsy.

He looked so tired and troubled nowadays. It's partly why she decided she needed to stay. Someone needed to take care of him. He needed a confidant. He couldn't just bare the burden on his own. She remembered all the support Eggsy had given her all these years and she was more than willing to give back to him.

Eggsy stirred a bit before cracking open his eyes. "Good morning, Beautiful."

"Morning Handsome. Someone was tired."

He smiled sheepishly before tightly wrapping his arms around Roxy and flipping them over. "Yah know, this is pretty comfortable. I could fall asleep again, just like this." He lowered his head to rest on her chest and pretended to go back to sleep.

Roxy let out a bark of laughter. "Get off me, you buffoon! You are crushing me!"

Kissing her lightly on the nose, Eggsy rolled off and out of the bed. Stretching his arms over his head, he announced, "Movin' day."

Their new place was a Kingsman safe house, a nice loft in a respectable neighborhood. Overall space wise, it was larger than Eggsy's studio, but it was still only a one bedroom. Roxy's favorite part was that it was newspaper free. She was slightly mortified with Eggsy's living conditions in his studio. She almost mentioned that Harry had to be turning over in his grave, but thought better of it.

After unpacking their things, Eggsy made a sweep of the apartment. "Throw away anythin' that makes this place look temporary. No plastic or paper items." Glancing around Eggsy noted, "This won do. Let's go spend the company's money."

Once at the grocery store, Eggsy started checking of items from a list. "Really? A shopping list? Never pegged you as the sort. As I recall, you were always a fan of just dumping things in your cart spontaneously."

Eggsy lowered his voice. "There are things people look fo an there are certain tells. You can tell if someone is single or married, recently moved in or long term roommates."

Roxy's eyes narrowed. "You think someone is going to break into our apartment?"

"Yes! It's the same reason why I always assume I'm being followed, that the phone is bugged, and I'm always threatened. We're building a cover. Every detail that you miss or skip or ignore can be the one that kills you. I pay attention to details, I have a list, the apartment cannot look like we just moved in today." Eggsy sighed. "I've had to do a lot of growing up in undercover work. This is 24/7. No breaks, no time off. Follow?"

Roxy could hear something else in Eggsy's voice. Was it fear? She knew he was just trying to cover their butts. "Got it."

When they got home, it was time to unpack the groceries. Eggsy taught her to dump a bit of the product down the sink so it didn't look brand new. The mood lightened a bit when Roxy caught Eggsy looking at her. "What are you looking at? Is there something on my butt?" Smiling, Eggsy shook his head. "Then what? Why do you keep looking at me?"

"I don't know. I guess I'm just not used to seeing you in real clothes. Only in your suit or our training gear. Hell, even your first day, you were dressed like you came in on a horse. Glad to know that it wasn't a high horse." Eggsy laughed at his own joked. He knew it was terrible.

Roxy laughed. Eggsy's commoner background gave him a naivety that she found incredibly endearing. "Oh Eggsy. And to think I missed you." He winked at her. "So, how long have we been married?"

"About two years. Honestly, I used our friendship a bit as a guide. Met four years ago, dated for two, married for two. It was love at first sight for you, I needed some warmin' up to the idea." He grinned at her.

"Is that right?" jibbed Roxy, lightheartedly. "You've thought about marrying me? And how did you explain how we met?"

"The truth. We both applied for the same job. In the end, you beat me out for it."

"And what do I do?"

"Model."

Roxy scoffed. "Ok. So I'm a model."

"What? You don think you could be? You definitely have the looks."

"Flattered. Am I famous?"

"Not yet, but you will be. Your supportive husband believes in you."

"I'm married to a nutter." Shaking her head at the thought of it, Roxy couldn't help but laugh. "Where did we go for our honeymoon?"

"Amsterdam."

"Amsterdam?" Roxy raised an eyebrow. "Try again."

"Did I say 'Amsterdam?' I meant 'Paris.'"

She nodded her approval. "Much better. Now come here and start cutting potatoes. Dinner isn't going to make itself."

Three servings of mashed potatoes, asparagus and pork roast later, Eggsy pushed away from the table and let out a huge burp. "Manners maketh man," lectured Roxy.

"Roxy, that was a compliment. Your cookin' is the best I've ere had."

"Did you doubt me?"

"Well I figured you never had to cook while growin' up with your posh background and all."

"I was raised a lady. Stereotypical ideals decided I must learn to to cook. Granted, it's clearly a good talent to have." She gathered the dishes, putting them in the sink and started to rinse them.

"An you know how to clean? Marry me."

"We are already married."

"No, for real Rox. I can't go back to the gruel I've been eatin' before after experiencin' that." He pouted at her.

"Help with dishes and I'll consider it." She smiled at him.

Eggsy came behind her and wrapped her in an embrace. Kissing her cheek, he stated. "I've really missed you."

He pulled away to go upstairs when Roxy turned around. "Hey slacker!" She threw a towel at his retreating form. "I wash, you dry."

Roxy woke up the next morning in a warm embrace. Flipping over to face Eggsy, her stirring woke him. Opening his eyes sleepily, he greeted her with a kiss to her forehead. "Hey Gorgeous."

She couldn't help smiling back." Hey yourself, good looking." Propping herself on an elbow, she asked, "What's the plan for today?"

Eggsy was already up and getting dressed. "You go back to sleep. I'm goin' to make breakfast."

"Oh, I have to see this."

"Alright, but don judge since I don have the same skill set as yah."

"Have I ever judged you?"

Eggsy stopped to think for a moment. "You know, actually I don think you ever have." He kissed her forehead. "An that's why we are best friends." His stomached rumbled. "No more distractions! I have a wife to cook for!"

Eggsy burnt the bacon. And the toast. He served her sheepishly. "You made such a good dinner last night, I thought I could make breakfast for you. I call it, 'Bacon and scrambled Eggsy.'"

As he placed the plate in front of her, she pulled his face down to plant a kiss to his cheek. "Thank you. Looks great." He turned away, but not before Roxy swore she saw a blush creep across his cheeks.

After the plates were washed and put away, Roxy stated. "So you never told me what we are going to do today."

"We?" Eggsy looked puzzled. "Well I'm going to work."

"What am I supposed to do? Decorate?" She asked, annoyed.

"Sure! Stay 'ere an be a good house wife. You said that was what you were raised to do." He winked at her before leaving.

Roxy fumed. She came onto this case to help Eggsy close in on Basciger, not lay around. No way was she hanging around. But first, she needed to prep.

God, I hate that I attempted to write an accent. I already feel like I messed it up and yet I'm too lazy to go back and fix them all. Be gentle with your reviews about them please :[

I originally was going to just write the story as a one shot but I'm already on page 13 and I feel like it's long enough for a stopping point. I already have most of the second half written out though, so if I don't finish this story it's because I suck, not because I don't know where I was trying to go with the story.

Also I know Roxy and Eggsy are really affectionate in my story, but I really kinda think that's how their relationship is like. Maybe my story has them kissing a little more than what best friends are like, but I DO want them to end up together in the end. I'm seriously tempted to write my one shot of them in training to better have people understand what I think their relationship is like. But that's for another time!

Leave me a comment/review/follow/fave whatever. Let's get the Roxy/Eggsy train rolling!