#micharry

"You're bisexual," Michelle said. It wasn't a question.

"Yes, my love," Harry answered, slightly worried. She didn't mind that Eggsy was, but it was always different with partners.

"Do you miss it?"

"Miss what, my heart?"

"Men. Sex with men."

Harry was quiet for a moment, then answered honestly.

"It's different. I enjoyed it. But I don't miss it, I have all I need with you. I love you, Michelle."

"I know, I know. I mean. Did you ever..." She gestured with her hands.

"Take it up the arse?"

She blushed and nodded.

"I did. Why?"

"Wanna do it again?"

"Wait a minute... Nice boys don't kiss like that."

Michelle brushed her nose against Harry's as they pulled apart. His kisses made her heart flutter like the butterflies he knew so much about, and hot and cold shivers ran through her body every time he looked at her.

He smiled down at her. How couldn't he smile with her? And yet he couldn't help but fear she would one day remember what he did for work and leave in disgust.

"You must know I'm not Mr Darcy."

The way he wrapped his coat around her in the cold suggested otherwise.

"Traditionally, a lady walks at her gentleman's left hand side so that his sword arm, commonly the right one, is free to defend her in case of attack." 

Michelle looked up at Harry, wondering where he was going with this. They'd had a lovely dinner; Harry had pulled out her chair and insisted on paying. He was the perfect gentleman, no doubt.

"Considering the low risk of attack, would you forgive my limitation," he gestured at his blind eye, "and walk by my right so I may enjoy the lovely view?" 

Blushing, she nodded and took Harry's offered right arm.

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During her first pregnancy, Lee had been in Iraq, and during her second, Dean had of course been no help at all. So Michelle knew how to help herself and figure it out, geriatric pregnancy or not.

Except Harry wouldn't let her do it alone. The smallest mention of a pregnancy craving had him on his feet to get it. It was equally confusing, sweet, and irritating.

"Don't you dare get up," Michelle threatened after expressing a wistful wish for ice cream. "I'm a big girl."

"I don't doubt it, darling," Harry said but remained seated while helping her stand.

Harry sat on the bed, blindly running his hands over Michelle's new Christmas lingerie. 

"What's this?" His thumb ran over her navel where something dangled off the usual barbell piercing. Michelle pulled the blindfold up to let him see the mistletoe jewellery, smiling sheepishly.

Harry blinked and took in the whole sight of her in festive lingerie, then grinned. 

"If I remember my traditions correctly, one is supposed to kiss underneath the mistletoe," Harry said and leaned forward to place a kiss below the dangle. 

"Almost right," Michelle giggled. 

Harry trailed kisses further down and eventually got it very right.

Allegedly, seeing the Nutcracker ballet on Boxing Day was the perfect opportunity for another gentleman lesson. Eggsy suspected it was simply an excuse to take his family out for a treat they hadn't had before. Although Harry insisted they were there as ladies to practice on, he hadn't had to invite Michelle and Daisy.

Practice lady or not, his mum looked rather happy as Harry helped her out of her coat and complimented her blouse.

"Your turn," Harry said when he noticed his stare and nodded down to Daisy, who was watching Eggsy watch them. Laughing, Eggsy got to work.

(The timelines don't quite work out here so consider this an AU)

Reminiscing about their school days, a TV quiz came up. 

"School Challenge? Yes, Eton participated in it, but my team didn't make it past the semi-finals. There was, ah, a certain distraction technique applied rather effectively by our opponent." Harry blushed. 

"A distraction technique?" 

"There was this.. lovely blonde who kissed like-" 

Smiling widely, Michelle tilted her head in that particular way, and it hit Harry. 

"Oh my God!" His eyes widened with realisation. "You're a St. Trinian's alumna!"

If anything, the girls' distraction technique had been very effective in turning their opponents' brains off, for much longer than expected.