#auraepuella

02.

He’s saved the world— They’ve saved the world, he amends his thoughts as he looks over toward Roxy. She looks as exhausted as he feels and he can’t stop himself from moving closer on the sofa they’re pressed together on. An arm wraps around the other’s shoulders and he draws her against his side, ignores the protest that his ribs give beneath the suit that he’s still wearing. He can’t quite bring himself to change, to accept that they have finished their first mission and that they still have the shit left over to deal with once they’re back at HQ. He doesn’t want to think about any of it, if he’s entirely honest.

“We’ll be okay,” Roxy murmurs, eyes closed, as though she could hear his thoughts. From the way she laughs when he startles, Eggsy wouldn’t be surprised if she actually could.

He nods, though. Slow and steady, even though Roxy’s eyes are still closed and he doesn’t entirely know if he actually believes that. He has to try. “Yeah,” he agrees aloud, yawns. “We’ll be okay.”

He turns and he presses his lips against her cheek. It’s only a fleeting contact, but Eggsy remains close. Presses his forehead against her temple, let the tip of his nose press against her cheek, and his eyes close.

They’ll be okay.

03.

It’s a mission Eggsy has to remind himself as he presses his hand against the small of Roxy’s lower back. As he keeps close – almost too close – and guides them through the crowd of people that have formed on the dance floor. Whilst they don’t have to pretend that they’re fucking married, they still have to be convincible in that they’re dating. That they’ve been together long enough that it’s no longer purely lust, that there is love between them.

Eggsy does love her, though.

Just not in the way that he thinks everyone would prefer.

The thought is ignored as he draws them together, a curve of a grin on his features as Roxy rolls her eyes at them. They dance like they have all the time in the world; moving slow and together through each song. Couples flit on the dance floor and there’s almost a moment in which Eggsy steps on the long crimson red fabric of Roxy’s dress. She glares. He shrugs, sheepish. It’s not like he meant to. The moment is swiftly moved on from, luckily for everyone.

It works as intended, though, even if it takes longer than either of them would have liked. There is a tap on his shoulder at the end of the current song and Eggsy turns, eyebrows raised. The mark smiles; all teeth and eyes hard. “May I cut in?” he asks, as though he would accept no as an answer. A look is shared between Eggsy and Roxy, calm. A smile curls up the corner of his mouth as he nods slowly, accepts the role as the oblivious boyfriend as he leans down and presses his mouth to Roxy’s. It’s only for a moment.

There are no fireworks. There are no sudden, desperate intentions to declare his love.

It’s just a kiss, and that’s all that is needed.

“I’ll be at the bar if you need me, darling.”

She is more than capable of handling herself.

04.

Eggsy has no idea how they got into this situation. He doesn’t know how much alcohol has been consumed between the two of them, but that’s his only answer as to how this happened. It still doesn’t really explain it though, does it? Eggsy has never felt an overwhelming need to be like this with Roxy before, nor has he entirely wanted to. Had he thought about it? Well… There was no denying that, admittedly. It had only been considered less than a handful of times, though. Not that there was anything wrong with her, he’d just been preoccupied——

Only that doesn’t seem to stop them now, does it?

His head spins and he resists the urge to fucking laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation as Roxy’s mouth slots over his. The way that his hands grip hold of her hips as though he’s afraid she’ll pull away. He partly wishes that were true. He thinks about how fucking easy everything would be if that were true, and teeth press against his lower lip. He gasps, caught off guard… and that seems to do it.

The laugh that’s sounded doesn’t come from him, Roxy moving until her forehead pressed against his collarbone and the both of them shake with the laughter that racks through them. “Fuck,” he whispers a while later, amusement at an all time high. He wants another drink. “What the fuck?”

Roxy only laughs louder, and Eggsy sleeps with a smile on his face as he curls up on her couch later that night.

05.

Eggsy doesn’t know which of them holds the other’s hand tighter, but he knows that neither of them truly have any plans of letting go. He wants to let this moment last, pretend to be ignorant to everything that was going on. Harry was alive and Roxy was needed in Canada next. She didn’t have time to spend with Eggsy as his world flips upside for yet another time in his life; left to try and pick everything up as it falls through his fingers. She had laughed at him when he said that was how he’d felt, took a hold of his hand and laced her fingers through his own.

See, nothing will get through there now, she had said and Eggsy had smiled through tears.

They don’t have much longer until she has to leave, he knows. A couple of hours at the most before Roxy will be expected to get on a plane and leave for… however long she will be gone. She didn’t say and Eggsy suspects the worse. From all of it, admittedly. He can’t say that he cares in that moment, though. They’re together and they’re alive. That’s all that matters. He lets his eyes fall closed as he slouches, covers her hand with the one he’d not clinging onto her with. He holds on like it will break him to let go.

Roxy would probably laugh at that too. Tell him to pull himself together and he would.

He turns his head, presses his lips against her shoulder and lets his eyes fall closed.

“Love ya’, Rox.”

A kiss is pressed against his forehead and he can feel Roxy relaxing against him.