*A few odd calendar pages later*
If there was a perfect way to wake up, it would be in the blue of the morning. In those quiet moments where the world is just beginning to wake. She would be warm beneath the covers, a strong arm across her waist. The man beside her pressing his lips gently into her spine, tracing designs on her belly. His sleep-roughened voice murmuring, "Good morning," into her shoulder, insisting on kissing her, despite her protests of morning breath, and compromising on a closed-lipped, firm brush of the mouth. She'd roll onto her back and he'd brace himself on an elbow, pulling back the sheets and continuing his designs farther north onto the grooves of her ribcage.
Sans Eggsy, of course.
"Jesus Christ, Rox!" his voice was tiny from the glasses' micro-outputs but no less demanding, "We've got a mission lined up. Leave 'im wrecked and begging and git your arse down to the tarmac. We're leavin' in two 'ours!"
Roxy snatched her glasses off the nightstand and put them on, "Spying again Eggsy?"
"It's my fuckin' job," he squawked into her ear, "Yours too if you'd manage to tear yourself away from the Scottish charms. That why you git all the cool toys?"
"You break all the toys. I receive no deferential treatment," she assured him, only to groan as Merlin's teeth met the juncture of her throat,
"...during working hours at least," she panted.
Eggsy made a wronged noise, like a sulking bulldog, "My God, I'm right 'ere! He's still at it?!"
"This coming from the man who bummed royalty and left his "bruv" out in the snow after she made a hundred kilometer descent from the edge of the atmosphere?" Roxy didn't hold back the hard, shuddering gasp that overcame her. She couldn't help it when Merlin grabbed her ribcage and his mouth just- "I'll see you in two hours," she growled.
"Rabbits, the both ov you!" Eggsy griped. She cut the transmission with an impatient beep.