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Note: This chapter contains a few spoilers about the second 'Mummy' movie and 'JAWS', just so you know.

Ordinary Day

Eggsy's had never experienced a day quite like his first full day at Harry's house. First and foremost was the fact that he'd never really done the staying over at the person he was shagging's place thing in the past. Maybe a couple of times, mostly cause they was both sleepin off the night before off, but it was pretty much understood that he wasn't gonna hang around less they were friends who just hooked up for the sex and nothing else. Waking Harry up with a blowie, no big, but after Harry had pulled him back against him, makin him the little spoon, and had wanked him off while kissing and nibbling on his neck and it had been…wonderful. Above and beyond the simple release it had been wonderful. And then after they'd made breakfast together and had talked about his trainin and Harry's past missions and about lots of stuff that weren't really that important, but they talked about it anyway. And Harry had agreed to move Mr. Pickle into his office just for Eggsy, and had asked him about all the collections he had on his walls and did Eggsy mind those as well. They wasn't really his thing of course, but Eggsy had told him they was fine because one, he didn't really care about them, and two…that Harry had asked him meant more than their removal. That Harry was already planning for their future together, here in this slightly weird house he meant for them to share once Eggsy's training was done.

And when it was time for Harry's scheduled nap for the day Eggsy had learned that Harry intended to take him shopping once his training was done, after he mentioned that they'd have to figure something out when it came to making space for Eggsy's clothes in the bedroom. Harry, not surprisingly, was quite the clothes horse and didn't really have room for anything of Eggsy's currently. When Eggsy had shrugged that off and made it clear that he didn't need a lot of room, and could make do with two decent sized drawers and some place to keep his hat collection, Harry had stared at him in surprise. And when he'd told Harry that he could fit all his important stuff in a couple of large duffels, really, well to a pack rat, clothes obsessed gentleman like Harry… you'd have thought he'd tried to convince Harry that the world was actually flat and created by aliens from Uranus.

So yeah, they were going shopping as soon as possible, apparently. And Harry had pulled him into bed with him after that decree and they'd fooled around until the drugs Harry had ta take had knocked him out, Eggsy opting to just cuddle him in bed for a while before slippin away to spend some time with J.B., who wasn't used to not having more of Eggsy's time and attention. And Harry played with J.B. for a bit too, during the day after his nap, and they'd all had supper outside later, with Harry demonstrating that he was pretty good with a grill.

It had been such a novel experience, them being like a family, and it was almost as good as the sex, really, ta just be…normal for a whole day. Picture perfect really, with no fightin or yellin or people doin things that hurt others or themselves cause they didn't know no better. He and Harry was just a normal couple in a way, even if their start and why they was together wasn't normal. They was both tryin to make it real, and that was definitely an idea Eggsy could get behind.

They watched the second Mummy movie together as planned, with popcorn and J.B. curled up with them, and it had been just so fucking right Eggsy was actually glad for the scene where Evie got stabbed so that he had an excuse to get a little teary eyed, special since Rick and Evie were hands down one of his favorite movie couples of all time. Harry had held him a little tighter after that scene too, and when they'd gotten to the part where Rick and the priest guy were hanging off the edge, and Evie ran to save her hubby even when it was dangerous as shit, Eggsy had just known, in his gut, that he wasn't the only one in the room that would have made the same choice as her in that situation. Harry'd come for him too. And wasn't that just…fucking unbelievable.

After the movie they'd gone to bed cause Harry really didn't have the energy yet to stay up late yet, though Harry had worked up enough energy ta pin him down on the bed so's that they could rub off on each other, Harry biting another mating mark into his throat after spendin a few minutes of whisperin in his ear all the things he was gonna do to him soon as he was up ta fucking him good and proper. He was really lookin forward to that of course, and had been pretty damn loud and vocal about that for the orgasm knocked the wind outta of him, leavin him pantin and wrapped up in the delicious warmth of Harry's arms.

He'd ended up cleaning them both up cause Harry fell asleep before either of them could be bothered to find the desire ta get up, and Eggsy had to admit that he liked doin it, taking care of Harry. And once they was all cleaned up he got out a book Harry had recommended to him, since he certainly wasn't tired already, and had settled in beside Harry to read, Harry shifting over to cuddle against his side, which was just about the most fucking adorable thing ever in Eggsy's opinion. It meant he could stroke the man's curls while he read, and that was just icing on his proverbial cake if he did say so himself.

Best day ever.

)

The next day started out pretty much the same as the day before, which suited Eggsy just fine, the odd pleasantness of the morning interrupted just after lunch by the arrival of Merlin. Not that Eggsy didn't like the bloke, he actually rather did when he wasn't trying to kill im, but given that Harry asked him to excuse them for a bit so that they could talk in his study, well that probably didn't bode well for them. Though that was probably just him being pessimistic, Eggsy told himself, well aware of the fact that he was the type who constantly waited for the other shoe to drop when things were going well for him. Which they almost never did to begin with, hence his trepidation that things were bound to go to hell in a handbasket sooner than later.

And really, whoever came up with the phrase 'hell in a handbasket', anyway? It made no fucking sense.

Pulling out his phone Eggsy occupied himself for a couple minutes trying to look the saying up while J.B. continued to enjoy the fact that he had Harry's backyard all to himself.

The best Eggsy could come up with was that the saying was American, and that no one quite knew how the saying had gotten started, which made sense to Eggsy since everyone knew that the Yanks weren't the best at making sense at the best of times.

"Bush and Thatcher would have been a match made in Hell, Bruv, let me tell ya." Eggsy informed his pug in all seriousness, though J.B. was too busy sniffing some flowers to really care. And so long as the dog was sniffin them he wasn't digging them up so Eggsy left him to it.

To amuse himself Eggsy decided to look up other weird sayings on his phone and relay the answers to his pug, who couldn't care less about where the phrase 'whet your whistle' or 'letting the cat out of the bag came from, though the whole meaning behind the term 'fired' was pretty cool in retrospect. Which was why, when Harry came outside and took a seat beside him, Eggsy asked him if he was aware that the term 'fired' had come about because in the old days these Britannic clans would burn down the houses of people they didn't want around no more? He wasn't sure if he found that funny or not, neither.

"I didn't know that, no. An interesting piece of trivia that I'll have to remember."

Smirking, Eggsy gave Harry's side a little hip check as he asked where Merlin was.

"He would have apologized for leaving without saying good bye to you, but he was in a bit of a hurry. Some problem in North Korea his assistants couldn't handle on their own."

"No problem." And since he was curious, and Harry didn't seem to have a problem with him asking questions about his work, Eggsy asked what had brought the Scot by in the first place. If he could ask, that was. If not that was okay too.

Harry was quiet long enough that Eggsy thought that he should have kept his mouth shut, but then the older man was taking his hand and giving it a light squeeze after lacing their fingers together. "He just wanted to discuss the details of my next assignment in relation to the Valentine matter. We still need to discover if he is indeed responsible for what happened on my last mission. It will take a bit to set up my cover, one has to be especially careful about such things when dealing with someone who will no doubt dig hard and deep for all data on me as soon as I register on his radar. We'll also have to wait a bit longer, so that there's no question of my being physical fit for duty."

Understanding dawning, Eggsy opened his mouth and then had to resolutely shut it again as he looked away, knowing that he couldn't say what he wanted to say. Because it wasn't like he didn't understand, or get it, or know how this sort of thing worked. That he didn't want Harry to put himself in a situation where he might get hurt again so soon after coming out of his coma…well that was just tough for him. Hell, they hadn't known each other long enough where he'd have the right to tell Harry off for returning to duty so soon, mate or not.

"Eggsy?"

Putting on his most casual of expressions, Eggsy gave Harry a faintly inquiring expression in return as he turned his head to meet Harry's gaze again.

As if mocking the feelings Eggsy was trying to hide, Harry's lips curved into a small smile.

"You know, Eggsy, you have a rather expressive face. Ergo, when you shut down your emotions and try to pretend nothing's wrong it's rather glaringly obvious that something is in fact bothering you."

"Shows what you know. I'm aces at poker." Especially when he cheated, which was a skill Eggsy saw no reason to clue Harry in about.

"We'll have to play sometime and see about that. But as to what's upset you…?"

"Can it be strip poker?"

"If you like."

"Sick."

"Eggsy." Reaching out Harry grasped Eggsy's chin to make him maintain eye contact. "Would I be correct in assuming you dislike the idea of my going back to work so soon after my last, rather disastrous mission?"

"Well I can't say I'm thrilled with the idea, but ya gotta do what ya gotta do."

The look Harry gave him made it clear he didn't buy Eggsy's casual answer in the slightest, as well as most likely thinking that he was going to utterly massacre Eggsy if they did ever get around to playing strip poker. Which just went to show how big an idiot his mate was, Eggsy mentally sniffed, cause once he was half naked there'd be no way Harry'd be able to not lose a few hands. He's fucking fit under his trackies, thank ya very much.

"Eggsy, it is my job, yes, but you do have the right to be annoyed about it, especially given the events of the past few weeks."

"Wouldn't be much point in getting annoyed though, would it, seein as you's is gonna go no matter what I think, right?" Because that's how it worked, when you were married to or the kid of a soldier. Him asking Harry to stay wouldn't do no good, he knew that. Harry had a job ta do, and makin him feel bad about that was wrong, assuming that Harry even cared that much about how Eggsy felt about it. The man had spent the majority of their acquaintance in a bloody fucking coma after all and…shit.

The way Harry said his name, combined with the affectionate softness of the older man's eyes, had Eggsy biting back the next casual, vaguely dismissive lines he'd been about to spout, his own eyes simply drifting close of their own volition as Harry leaned in to fit their lips together for a kiss.

Eggsy actually felt his heart sigh a little when Harry reached up with his free hand to turn Eggsy's cap around so that the bill was facing the other way, insuring that it wouldn't get in his way as he very thoroughly kissed Eggsy until he was pretty much reduced to putty in the other man's hands.

And when Harry did finally end the snogging it was to give Eggsy a smile and reassurance. "I have to risk my life, yes. That's the nature of my job. And I'll be an overprotective ass when it's you being sent out into the field, so you have every right to give me a taste of my own medicine when it's the reverse. It makes me happy, actually, to know that you'll worry about me."

Understanding that Harry was saying he could be selfish and short-sighted enough to lash out at the man for doing his job, one Harry obviously loved and Eggsy intended to make his own career, Eggsy had to smile, though he refused to bitch about it too, so he compromised instead with the truth, laced with a touch of humor.

"If you end up in another coma again I'll shoot you meself."

"That sounds fair."

"Yeah, special since I've seen a naked, Bruv, and judging from the scars you's is sportin you ain't the best at keeping yourself in one piece."

"Likewise." Leaning over Harry brushed his lips over Eggsy's eyebrow, the one with the hint of a scar through it. "Sometime we'll have to do a re-enactment of the Hooper/Quint scene from 'JAWS' and see who has the most interesting story to tell."

"'JAWS' is the movie bout the shark, right?"

Another look of utter astonishment and disbelief, Harry's mouth hanging open just a little for one stunned moment. "Eggsy…have you not seen 'JAWS'?"

"Bruv, I wasn't even BORN when that movie came out."

The disapproving sound Harry made in the back of his throat made Harry's feelings on that clear. "Well first of all, we will be watching that movie tonight to begin fixing your film education since the majority of the great films were ALL made before you were born, and second…don't call me Bruv."

The devil in his eyes, because seriously, how could he pass up a dare like that, Eggsy opened his mouth to do precisely that, his lips curving to form the word as Harry literally growled a warning. But only a loud whoop of air passed Eggsy's lips as Harry literally tackled him so that they went off the porch and ended up rolling around on the lawn, Harry's lips keeping Eggsy's lips well occupied as the word died a happy death in Eggsy's throat.

Because a laughing Eggsy wasn't complaining in the slightest at being interrupted, or at least he didn't until J.B. came over to give them kisses too.

But even then they both had to laugh, and that was nice too.

)

Having grown up where he had Eggsy had never developed a fear or even uneasiness about spiders, bugs of unusual size, or the occasional rodent that he might encounter on any given day. And while in the abstract he would have agreed that he'd rather not run into say a school of piranhas or any group of carnivorous animals whose reaction to meeting him would be to try and permanently maim or kill him…Eggsy wouldn't have said he feared any of them. But now…well now Eggsy had a feeling that he might very well be developing a fear of sharks, which Harry had been all too amused to inform him was referred to as Galeophobia.

He'd been fucking fine right up until the part where Quint was talkin about the 'U.S.S. Indianapolis' and Eggsy had started to imagine himself in that situation, stuck in the fuckin ocean with hundreds of sharks circling him, nibbling away and maybe biting ya in half, takin just the bottom half and the rest of ya bouncing up and down like a bloody cork. Especially since Harry had informed him that the whole ship sinking/sharks snacking on the crew thing had actually happened to the real crew of the Indianapolis, with some slight historical inaccuracies one should always expect in movie depictions or retellings.

That was just fucking messed up, was what it was.

Either way Eggsy was grateful he was currently pressed up against Harry, taking comfort and reassurance from his mate's presence even if it was the bastard's fault that he was in this situation in the first place. Though at least he wasn't going to be pressured to watch the other three 'JAWS' movies since apparently he wasn't missing out there, though the second wasn't bad in Harry's books.

And when one of the three guys ended up being chomped on from the waist down, Eggsy stated definitely that death by shark was now in the top ten of ways he didn't want to die.

"Of old age sounds good to me." Harry agreed with a smile.

"Yeah." Eggsy agreed, thinking he wanted the same for Harry. At least that was sure as hell was better happen or in their next life he was feeding his mate to a shark and told Harry so.

Harry's laughter echoed in the room.