Not really sure how to feel about it.

Something in the way you move

Makes me feel like I can't live without you.

It takes me all the way.

I want you to stay

Rihanna-Stay


The air in the Table Room was stifling. No one spoke, and by the rigid set of their shoulders, and the sour look on Delaware's face, Eggsy could tell that this was serious. He glanced at Roxy, but her gaze was fixed on the older woman, determined not to miss a thing. Gawain sat next to Roxy on her other side, and across from Kay, Ohio and Nevada. Eggsy wasn't used to having missions with so many agents, but there had to be a reason for it. The look on Delaware's face should have been a good indicator of the state of the mission.

"I don't like sending this many agents into the field at once on the same mission, but I don't have any other choice. The increasing number of disappearing women and men is growing daily. At first we thought it was simply the aftermath of V-day, but Gawain has been investigating and has found the largest human trafficking ring I have ever had the displeasure of dealing with. Gawain, your findings, if you please?" Delaware motioned to the agent and he stood up.

"I've been tracking this group for the last month. Most of the victims are between the ages of sixteen and twenty six, although I've seen them as young as...seven," Gawain grimaced. "They've been targeting young, good looking women and men with little or no connections to anyone with money. Don't want to stir up trouble with the wrong people. They're taking advantage of the chaos from V-day to increase their productivity. The governments are too busy trying to get back on their feet to take notice."

Gawain brought up an image of the world. There were red spots all across the globe. Some were larger than others, but most were fairly small.

"There are two possible locations where the headquarters are located," Gawain flicked his hand and the map split and zoomed into two locations, "Venezuela and Taiwan are the main thoroughfares. The victims are filtered through one of these two areas, conditioned, and then put on auction. Buyers fly in, put in their bids, and most do not leave empty handed."

Eggsy could barely suppress the shudder of disgust. This was something he was aware that went on, but he hadn't ever really given it much thought. He was certainly listening now.

"What happens to them after they're sold?" Nevada asked, mouth downturned and arms folded across his chest. His voice was deep and reminded Eggsy of old western movies that he never truly appreciated.

"Most feed sexual appetites until something better comes along. Then they're either returned, or...disposed of. Few escape the cycle, and the ones that do don't tend to make it back home again. The younger ones tend to last longer, but suffer worse at the hands of their buyers," Gawain informed them. His voice was steady but he had lost most of the color in his face.

"Thank you Gawain, that's enough for now," Delaware dismissed him and Gawain took his seat. "Our primary goal is to locate the head of the operation and to cut it off. Secondary goal is to locate any second in command, trusted advisors, partners, or any other high ranking individuals contributing to the cause. We need to take this operation down as effectively as possible. Third goal is the extraction of the victims and to return them to their rightful places."

Delaware swept her eyes across the agents who sat patiently awaiting orders. Eggsy cast a glance at Roxy, who met his eyes with the slightest raise of one eyebrow. This is what their job was now. Taking orders or waiting for them to be given.

"Do we know who the head of this operation is?" a mechanical, vibrating sounding voice filled the room. Eggsy looked over towards the sound. Tia sat with some sort of device held to her throat. Instead of using sign language in a room full of people that didn't understand, she was using another means of communicating. No sound came from her mouth, but the movements of her throat caused the machine to speak for her.

"No. That's our biggest concern. Gawain has been searching for just such an answer for the last month, but without access into the inner workings, he's been unable to infiltrate far enough on his own. Not that he hasn't done his best, we just need to attack this in a different way," Delaware soothed Gawain's protest before he even voiced it.

"We're only certain that the head of the operation visits his head operations in Taiwan and Venezuela on a fairly frequent basis. We need to cover our bases and set up teams in both locations. Excalibur and Lancelot. As the youngest members of Kingsman you're the most likely to be chosen of our ranks as victims. Your job is to be taken, and to observe. Get as much intel from the inside as you can. Who runs things, who doesn't. Who poses the biggest threats. Find out who is running this mess, and where he is. Do it any way you can. If you can get a tracker on him, do it. If not, find out any sort of location he might frequent. This is not an easy job but you've both come highly recommended and I expect nothing but your absolute best."

"Yes ma'am," Lancelot nodded and Eggsy nodded in suit, but didn't say anything. Delaware turned to the others.

"Gawain, Nevada, you'll be our buyers. Gawain, your alias will be hailing from Ireland and you'll be sent to Taiwan for Lancelot. Nevada, you'll be from Cuba and will be heading to Venezuela for Excalibur. Your goal is to try to buy our agents back from these locations. You're mainly our extraction and elimination team. Once you have Lancelot and Excalibur in hand, your job is to arm them, and take out as many of these bastards as you can. Use any force necessary, but do not let any more harm come to any of the victims if it can be helped."

"Understood," Gawain replied and Nevada gave a small salute. Delaware turned to the last two.

"Tia and Kay. You're the elimination team. You're the best sharpshooters we have. Once Lancelot and Excalibur have been extracted it is up to you to take out the head of the organization. Private, or public. I don't really care how you do it as long as it's a clean shot. Take this bastard down. Tia, you're with Lancelot and Gawain. Kay, you're with Nevada and Excalibur. Only one of you will get to take this shot. Don't miss," Delaware gave the two a steady look and was met with two nods.

"Further details have been sent to your devices. You have a fortnight to prepare before being deployed. Brush up on your languages. Lancelot and Excalibur, Merlin will fit you with the appropriate tech for this mission. Speak with him later today," Delaware scanned the room. "Any questions?"

Eggsy sat with Roxy on the balcony. Neither of them spoke as they stared out at the foggy expanse before them. It was a damp, gloomy day and it matched his mood. He glanced at her every now and then. Her expression was troubled, but not as troubled as it was when she was being forced out of a plane or drifting into the upper atmosphere.

"Didn't think being a Kingsman meant doing this sort of thing. Rather degrading, yeah?" Eggsy managed after a few more moments of silence.

"It's our job Eggsy. Degrading or not, it's our duty," she replied.

"I wasn't saying I wasn't doin' it. Just not what I was expecting," he shrugged.

"Me either, but we're the only two that can."

"Rubbish, that."

"I won't fight you on that, but come on Eggsy...at least we'll make it look good." Roxy tipped him a wink and he found himself grinning despite himself.

"Oh, you're gonna be convincing then? You speak much Thai?"

"I speak Mandarin. Thai is a type of food not a language, Eggsy." Roxy laughed.

"Well it's a bloody good thing I'm not going Thailand then," Eggsy retorted.

"Yes, but you have to learn Spanish. Do you know any Spanish?" she asked.

"Aprenderé," he shrugged.

"Full of surprises you are," Roxy grinned.

"I've been told that before. What do you suppose Merlin's got for us?"

"Haven't the foggiest. Why don't we go find out? It'll keep our minds off of what we have to do," she suggested.

"Sounds good to me."

They made their way down to Merlin's lab. He was tinkering, as usual, when they walked in. He had several different video feeds playing on different monitors. One was Harry in physical therapy being worked by Dr. Hannigan. Eggsy tried not to let his eyes linger on that particular screen.

"Oh, good. You're here," Merlin looked up from his desk at the two of them and then scooted his chair backwards and stood. He strode over to a table in the corner of the room that had several devices on it.

"Need your neck, heads down," he instructed as he picked up something that looked suspiciously like a staple gun. Eggsy hesitated a moment, but Roxy lowered her head and pulled her hair out of the way immediately. Merlin pressed the device into the back of her neck. There was a sharp sound and she winced. There was a little red line on her skin where Merlin had implanted something.

"The fuck is that?" Eggsy asked as Merlin pushed his head down and repeated the process. It stung like hell and there was an intense burning feeling after Merlin withdrew the device.

"That, is ARC," Merlin replied.

"Like Noah?" Roxy ventured.

"Like a half circle. I've been working on the prototype for years now, but we've never had the chance to actually give it a go in the field. This is the perfect opportunity, since you're not going to be wearing your glasses as is standard on normal missions. I have to be able to keep track of you somehow, and this will ensure that I won't lose you, no matter what clothing you do, or don't have on," Merlin looked surprisingly proud of himself. He took his seat again at the computers and double clicked on a small icon that looked like the head of an owl. The screen flickered to life with two separate indicators. He input some information and hit a button. The warm feeling grew a little warmer and Eggsy grimaced.

"Merlin, this isn't anything like Valentine's implants...is it?"

Merlin gave him an offended glare at the suggestion.

"Of course not. Blowing up the heads of my agent's isn't on the top of my to-do list. Although it would be a handy feature for the future versions if you keep asking stupid questions. Now shut up and let's see if it works. Go into the next room, if you please."

Roxy and Eggsy both took their leave, going into the next room. The door shut behind them. There was a window they could see Merlin through, but Merlin went back to his screen, typing furiously. He looked up after a moment and then spoke.

"Can't hear ya, mate," Eggsy shrugged.

"How about now?" Merlin replied. His voice sounded close, and somewhat different. Eggsy looked around for the speakers.

"Yeah, I got that one," Eggsy replied.

"Ask Roxy if she can hear me," Merlin requested.

"Oi, Rox. You hear Merlin?" Eggsy asked. Roxy shook her head. Eggsy watched as Merlin did a few more adjustments on his end. Roxy jumped, as if an electric current had snapped through her. Eggsy didn't hear a thing. Merlin smirked behind the glass. A moment later he spoke again.

"How's the volume?"

"Fine."

"Great."

They answered at the same time, hearing the same transmission.

"Good, then ARC is doing his job," Merlin grinned.

"Merlin, is this in our heads? How did you get the microphone to work from the back of our necks?" Roxy asked.

"Oh, there's no microphone at all. ARC transfers my voice directly into data, which fires synapses into your brain through the device in the right processing center to make you think words are being spoken. No one can hear my voice but you, because there is no voice to hear."

"That's brilliant," Roxy looked impressed.

"If it's just data and synapses, then how can I hear your specific voice?" Eggsy asked with a skeptical look.

"It's because you're seeing me speak to you, and your mind creates the actual sounds you think you hear. Your imagination gives it the tone and accent you think belongs to the words I speak. Your mind is actually doing the work," Merlin's smug look was almost too much.

"Why didn't you use this on Harry?" Eggsy asked after another moment of thought.

"I was planning on it. If showing him the video's didn't work to jog his memory. Thankfully that worked, so I didn't have to use ARC. I probably wouldn't have used it so soon anyway. Your brain's function properly, Harry's is still recovering and there is no telling what ARC would do in that sort of situation," Merlin replied evenly. "Come back to the office, that's all the info I needed."

The warmth in the back of his neck subsided as Merlin turned the device off.

"What's ARC stand for?" Roxy asked as they returned to the office. Merlin gave a strange look and then shrugged.

"...I haven't thought that up yet," Merlin admitted.

"But you want to call it ARC? I feel like you should have a better name than that," Eggsy replied with an incredulous look at Merlin. Roxy eyed his computer screen and then narrowed her eyes at him,

"Archimedes...you named it ARC because of Archimedes…" she guessed.

"That obvious?" Merlin gave a sheepish grin.

"Never struck you for a Disney fan, Merlin," Eggsy laughed.

"And just how do you know I wasn't referring to the mathematician and inventor?" Merlin countered.

"The little owl icon rather gave it away," Roxy grinned.

"He's always had a soft spot for that movie," Harry said from the other side of the room with a smirk on his face. He was sitting in one of the extra chairs, and must have entered when they were in the other room. He had a black handled cane sitting across his lap.

"Better than Pretty Woman," Merlin muttered. Roxy laughed and Eggsy found himself grinning as well.

"Alright, alright, back to business. ARC is how I can speak to you, but you can't speak to me. No microphone, remember? Instead, you'll use these," Merlin pulled out two small contact cases.

"Tiny video feeds?" Eggsy asked.

"More or less. The lenses transfer the data you see to ARC, and he'll transmit the image back to the control center. Similar to the glasses but on a smaller scale. We can't transfer anything back to you through them though, your eyes are your own. No special tricks, no infrared, no helpful translators, just a visual recording device. You'll need to look at as much as you can when undercover. I'll handle the rest from back here and get it to the rest of the team. Look at lips at any opportunity, we'll need what they're saying since you have no audio recording devices. Understood?" Merlin asked.

"Understood," they chorused in unison.

"Good. Dismissed. Go home and get some rest. You'll both need it," Merlin turned back to his desk.

Eggsy turned to Harry as he and Roxy headed towards the door.

"How'd therapy go?" Eggsy asked.

"Miserable, as usual. Slightly more tolerable since Merlin had to go back to work. You have a new mission. When do you leave?" Harry asked as they left Merlin to his devices and owl program.

"Two weeks," Eggsy replied, not meeting his eyes.

"Oh, it's a big one then," Harry nodded. Eggsy eyed him.

"How'd you know?"

"You only get two weeks to prepare for a mission if it's a big one, and if it's important. It's going to be difficult. They always are when you get prep time. Make sure to do whatever studying that was suggested. It helps," Harry advised.

"Languages," Roxy replied and Harry nodded.

"That's usually the case, unless Merlin has the glasses-feed on you and can translate."

"Wish that was the case, I've always been rubbish at languages," Eggsy sighed. It was going to take a lot of work in a very short amount of time and he didn't look forward to it.

"You'll be fine," Harry assured him.

"At least they gave you the language with letters you recognize," Roxy teased. Eggsy didn't envy her the task of learning Mandarin, but if anyone could learn it, it would be her.

"Alright boys, I'm heading home to get a head start on this. Night," Roxy smiled and gave a little bow before turning down a hallway towards the shuttle.

"So, they lettin' you go home between sessions, or are you stuck here?" Eggsy asked as he looked up at Harry.

"As long as I have an...escort, as Dr. Hannigan put it. A babysitter, to make sure I don't fall on my ass, or if I do, that I won't be left in a gutter alone I suppose. Not very dignified," Harry looked disgusted and Eggsy faked a cough so Harry wouldn't catch his grin.

"Alright old man, your escort has arrived," Eggsy offered an arm. Harry thwacked him in the calf with his cane.

"They're takin the piss with this," Eggsy tossed his phone down in dismay. Harry looked up from his spot in his favorite armchair at his outburst.

"Spanish?" Harry inquired.

"This program is shite. Listen to this," Eggsy scrambled for his phone, opened the program and cleared his throat. "El cangrejo bebe leche," he recited, "The crab drinks milk. Really? I'm real sure that's gonna be something of great use on this mission. Why don't they teach you real life basics? The crab drinks milk, honestly? They think this is useful information? Ain't no crab drinking any milk that I know of," he tossed the phone back on the table again.

"Well, if you meet one, you'll be able to talk about it in Spanish," Harry stated, slight grin still on his face. Eggsy could just barely see the dimples in his cheeks. The man looked a lot more relaxed now that they had gotten back to his house.

"I still think it's rubbish. Why not pick up lines? That's much more useful," Eggsy cast a glare at his phone where the language learning application was still open.

"That chapter isn't much better," Harry admitted.

"Wait...that's a real chapter?" Eggsy grabbed his phone again, flicking through future chapters.

"Ojalá fuera bizco para verte dos veces," Harry spoke in spanish, a lot faster than Eggsy thought possible. He sounded very good though, at least to Eggsy's ears.

"You what?" He asked.

"A rough translation of I wish I were cross-eyed so I could see you twice," Harry deadpanned. Eggsy stared at him.

"Does that line fuckin' work?"

"Not even remotely," Harry shook his head and then grinned. Eggsy laughed.

"You're not wrong Eggsy, the program doesn't make much sense when you start, but it will help. Give it two weeks and you'll be educated enough to get by at least. You'll be able to catch most words, which is the point. No one expects you to speak it fluently. That comes with practice," Harry assured him.

"Not gonna get much more practice done tonight. My brain's gonna leak out of my ears if I keep going at this pace," Eggsy rubbed at his face with one hand. His thoughts went to the mission ahead of him and the unpleasantness of it. Delaware had sent him several different files on the mission that would help him and show him what he should expect. The things described in those files would give him nightmares, he was certain.

"Are you alright?" Harry asked and Eggsy met his gaze. Eggsy looked at him for a moment before answering.

"I dunno about this mission Harry. A lot rides on me not fuckin' this up and there are so many ways I could," Eggsy looked at his hands.

"You stopped Valentine with a three man team Eggsy, you can handle whatever it is that they're throwing you into. You've been trained for this," Harry assured him.

"I haven't been trained to be sold as a slave for perverts. Must have missed that lesson," Eggsy spat, suddenly angry. Harry was silent. Eggsy looked up at him. He wore a disgusted expression.

"So that's why Merlin has broken ARC out. You're the bait. You and Lancelot," Harry's voice was stiff.

"Yeah. Bait," Eggsy sighed. "I get it though, we have to get in there. No one should have to go through that, yeah? If we can take these bastards down, we could help a lot of people. I get why it's important. I get why we have to do it. I just...well...I'm kinda scared," he admitted.

"Scared is good," Harry replied, much to Eggsy's astonishment.

"It is?"

"Yes. Scared is going to keep you aware. It's going to keep you from missing things. Your senses are heightened when you are scared, so you'll be more likely to notice things you need to notice. If you weren't scared I'd think there was something wrong with you," Harry took a sip of tea and then set the cup down.

"You wouldn't be scared," Eggsy muttered.

"No. I'd be terrified," Harry replied.

"You? Really?" Eggsy couldn't hide the disbelief in his voice.

"Just because I've been at this longer than you doesn't make me super human. I feel fear just as sharp as the rest of you do. Anxiety and panic, rage and sorrow. You just learn to hide it better the longer you experience it," Harry admitted with an sigh.

Eggsy thought back to Harry waking up for the first time after being shot and how terrified he had looked at the sound of church music. That hadn't been hidden...but now that Harry was back on his feet with his memories back, would he go back to hiding when he was scared? Eggsy didn't care for that thought. He'd rather see him show those things.

Then again, he had been terrified when he had infiltrated Valentine's base of operations. Terrified as he was surrounded by men intent on killing him. Terrified when faced with Gazelle and her deadly legs, and not sure he could win the fight against her...and he had still gotten the job done. Maybe this would be a little different, but the goal was the same. Stop the people doing the bad thing, and save the good people affected by it.

The hand on his shoulder surprised him. He hadn't heard Harry get to his feet. Eggsy looked up at him as Harry sat next to him on the sofa. Harry's expression was soft, the lines gone from his forehead.

"Eggsy, you're going to do a spectacular job. You're a better Kingsman than I ever imagined you could be, and believe me when I say that I had a great deal of faith in your abilities already. You've out shone every single one of my hopes for you. I want you to know that. I couldn't be more proud," Harry stated, pride in his eyes. Eggsy felt the heat rising in his cheeks. He looked down at his hands, not sure how to react to the look in Harry's eyes.

"No one's ever told me that before," Eggsy muttered as the warmth from Harry's praise spread through him like fire.

"I should have told you more often. Every damn day since you told me that you wanted to be a Kingsman you've made me proud of you," Harry reached forward and firmly used a finger beneath Eggsy's chin to lift his head so their eyes met. His stomach did somersaults as Harry was the one to bring their lips together this time.

Unlike that morning, the kiss was not gentle or short. Harry's kiss was strong and firm, making all the strength rush from his legs and the blood rush from his head. When Harry lightly licked his bottom lip he opened his mouth, eager and willing. Harry tasted like the tea he drank with just the slightest hints of sugar. Eggsy reached forward, pulling Harry on top of him as the older man tangled his hands in his hair. Harry let out a small groan as Eggsy pulled them into a laying position on the sofa, One leg against the back of the sofa, the other off the side, and Harry positioned between them.

Eggsy pushed his hips up, grinding himself against Harry, letting out a moan of his own as he felt the matching arousal through Harry's trousers. Harry broke the kiss and looked down at Eggsy sprawled beneath him. Eggsy met his gaze with a breathless smirk. Harry's hair was a little out of place, and his lips were a tad red. He looked at Eggsy as if he wanted to say something. Eggsy didn't want him to say anything, so he reached up, snagged Harry's tie and pulled him back for another kiss.

Harry's hands were almost frantic in their urgency, unfastening buttons, sliding through his hair, grasping his shoulders, and through it all he never stopped kissing. Eggsy was thankful for it. He had never wanted something so much in his whole damned life. As Harry seemed determined to rid him of all his clothes, Eggsy attempted to do the same. He wasn't as skilled at doing it as Harry was, and he lost all threads of his concentration as Harry broke the kiss just long enough to move to his recently exposed neck.

"Christ Harry," he gasped as Harry nipped at his collarbone, making his hips give a sudden jerk. He could feel the man smile against his skin, and then he did it again, pushing his hips forward at the same time, giving Eggsy the friction he was dying for. The moan that was torn from his mouth was a sound he had never made before. Harry paused and raised his head. They locked eyes and Harry moved his hips again. Eggsy pushed back hard, and this time the groan came from Harry. Eggsy hadn't ever heard something so satisfying in his whole life.

Harry pulled him up with one arm, and all but tore the suit jacket from his arms. He tossed it aside and set to work on Eggsy's tie.

"Aren't you gonna fold it?" Eggsy asked, getting a look of irritation and then another sharp nip on his neck for his cheek. He smiled despite himself. It didn't last long as Harry reclaimed his mouth. The desperate way he sunk into the kiss made Eggsy sure he'd have jerk off material for months.

Eggsy shrugged out of his button down as Harry did away with his own jacket and tie, tossing them onto the floor like they weren't worth a small fortune. Eggsy was finally bare chested, but Harry was still mostly dressed. Eggsy went at his white button down as quick as he could, resisting the urge to just rip the buttons off. He was half tempted, but even Harry had boundaries and he didn't want to test those just yet.

When Harry's torso was finally unwrapped Eggsy returned the favor and took a small bite at Harry's collarbone. The man chuckled and pressed down into him, chest to chest. The feeling of skin against skin was electrifying and the answering twitch from inside his pants made him groan again.

"If you don't get these trousers off me I'm gonna lose my mind," Eggsy gasped as Harry kissed down his torso. The older man obliged and went about unbuttoning his fly and Eggsy was impressed he didn't need to look to see what he was doing. Harry was deliberately taking his time, palm brushing against Eggsy's arousal as he did so.

"You're very responsive," Harry said, lips against Eggsy's left nipple making him shiver.

"And you're a tease," Eggsy's breath hissed out of him as Harry looped his hand into the waistband of his trousers and started to slide them off. He was grateful that he'd picked one of his nicer pairs of underwear.

"Are you complaining?" Harry asked, looking up at him.

"Fuck no," he grinned.

"Good."

Harry tossed his trousers in the growing heap of clothes and then straightened, looking down at Eggsy. He watched as Harry simply observed him, eyes raking over his body. Eggsy pulled his arms over his head and stretched his muscles as taut as he could. He wasn't crazy, he had seen himself in the mirror. He was in the best shape of his life, and damned if he wasn't going to show it off for someone who would appreciate it. Eggsy could see Harry's prick twitch through the fabric as he watched him stretch, and couldn't help but smirk. It appeared that Harry was appreciating the sight.

Eggsy licked his lips and that's all it took for Harry to fumble at his own trousers. He tossed them aside with the rest and then slid back between Eggsy's legs. Harry kissed the swell of his hip, then slid a hand under Eggsy's underwear. He bucked against the feeling of skin, so warm and perfect on his cock. Harry closed his eyes and breathed deeply then pulled Eggsy's pants off, leaving him naked on the sofa.

"God you are perfect," Harry breathed as he took in the sight before him.

"Gonna do somethin' bout it?" Eggsy asked. Harry stripped off his own underwear off and then settled himself on top of Eggsy, cock to cock. Eggsy made a noise in the back of his throat at the feeling.

"You never did learn to shut up," Harry grumbled, kissing Eggsy's to stop his response. He wrapped a hand around Eggsy's prick, and his own, pushing the erections together and using his hand to stroke them both at the same time. Harry's hand was barely big enough to do so. His other hand was used to keep him steady, which left Eggsy's hands free to do as they pleased. One found it's way into Harry's hair, on the uninjured side, and the other slid around the older man's hip.

This wasn't something he had done before with anyone. Usually it was oral or anal, occasionally a hand job, but nothing this intimate. The smooth, hot feeling of Harry's cock rubbing against his own, trapped by Harry's hand around them both was totally new, and undeniably hot. His eyes flicked up to Harry's face. His eyes were closed in concentration but he appeared to be enjoying himself.

"Shit Harry, I'm not gonna last much longer like this," he gasped as Harry picked up the pace with his hand. Eggsy arched his back, pressing closer (if possible) to the man above him. Harry opened his eyes and looked at the man between his legs.

"Good," Harry all but growled, voice low and full of the same need that Eggsy felt. His hand tightened in Harry's hair and his hips jerked of their volition as he came hard and hot on his own stomach. Harry followed shortly after, letting out a soft groan and an even softer swear. Eggsy could feel Harry's cock twitching with his release against his own and he couldn't think of any more perfect feeling in the world.

Harry hovered over him for a moment more, breathing hard, hair disheveled, face flushed and looking like anything but a gentleman. Eggsy thought he could rather get used to that look. Harry leaned back and lowered himself onto the sofa seat, leaning his head on the back cushion. His head rolled to one side a moment later and he looked down at Eggsy, still sitting where he had been left, splayed out and spent.

"I could get used to seeing you like that," Harry mused, a smile twisting at the corner of his mouth.

"Funny, I was just thinkin' the same thing bout you," Eggsy replied lazily, looking back at him.

"Was it good for you?" Harry asked and Eggsy laughed.

"You're kidding, yeah?" he asked but Harry looked serious. "Christ Harry, it was...perfect."

"Good," Harry seemed put at ease by that and relaxed again.

"Did you enjoy it?" Eggsy asked, feeling like he should make sure since Harry had done the same with him.

"God yes," Harry sighed, the content on his face something Eggsy rarely got to see.

"Guess I should clean up. Want to join me in the shower?" Eggsy asked a moment later.

"God yes," Harry groaned. Eggsy smirked.