Daughter and Kingsman

“can i see you again” is such a sweet thing to say

But “may I see you again” is sweet and correct.

well, well, well, if it isn’t the feelings i’ve been trying to avoid 

Henley took note of where everything was as he showed her around. After he left her, she wandered into his room. She took a quick look around before looked down at the dress she was wearing. It would be incredibly uncomfortable to sleep in. Henley wandered into Archy’s closet, hoping he wouldn’t mind. She shimmed out of her dress, took off her bra as well, and grabbed one of his dress shirts to wear.

Henley turned to face him. She smirked as she sat at the foot of his bed. “Oh? I don’t know about that. I’m sure you’d look just as good in only a dress shirt.” Henley responded, teasing him a little. She had left the top three buttons undone to leave something for him to see.

“You think so?” He smiles, stepping closer, and taking advantage of the view. He reaches out and tilts her chin up, kissing her gently. “You’re sure about staying?” He asks quietly. She’s not his usual company; she’s here because she wants to be, not because he’s paying her.

“I’m sure,” Henley replied. She really did like him. Archy’s name was always mentioned around the speeler, in varying tones of fear and respect. Now Henley was eager to get to know him. “There is nowhere I’d rather be right now.”

He takes her hands, gently pulling her back towards the bed with him. As he sits down on the edge of the mattress, he has her sit on his lap, facing him and nearly straddling his hips. “Y'know, the boys down at Speeler talk about you sometimes. I’m interested to see if what they say matches up to what I’m seeing.”

Henley followed his voice til she saw him. She set Lachlan down as she tried not to laugh at the whole situation. "Oh honey, you didn't break papa" She told Lachlan as she helped Hamish up onto the couch. "He just comes apart sometimes."

I utterly love this melody♡

@bespoke-suits

He offers her a small smile. “You lack of reason is both your greatest and most grievous personal attribute. And I don’t think I would want you any other way.” He says. And he means it. She is fire, and he loves that about her, he always has, ever since she made it through training.

“More than you will ever know.” He promises, brushing his thumb over her knuckles. He’s thinking about rings now, but that can wait until he’s slightly more settled back into his routine and duties as quartermaster. For now, he can just rejoice in the fact that soon, he and Henley can tell Harry about everything, and tell Bruce in no uncertain terms that Hemley was off limits.

“I love you, Hamish.” Henley murmured. It was something she had thought she’d never get to say to him again. She leaned over and kissed him. The kiss was chaste and cautious. Henley was still unsure of how they should go about this, but wanted nothing more than to be with him.

He freezes for a moment; it takes a few seconds for him to respond. He has tears in his eyes, and he cups her cheek gently. They pull apart for a second, and all he can do is stare, wondering what their next step is. “And I love you, Hen.” He decides that another kiss can’t hurt, and tilts her chin up a little, and starts slow, deepening the kiss gradually.

“Go get changed, and yes. Stay with me. I don’t think I’ll want to let you go ever again.” He smirks, scattering a few light kisses across her cheeks and nose.