#scotborn

          TO SAY SHE’S HAPPY ISN’T ENOUGH.  what the newly           reinstated agent is feeling right now is much more than that;           she’s  relieved,  feels as if a ton of bricks was just lifted off           her shoulders.  when they’re finally alone after what feels like           ages apart,  she can’t help herself.  arms wrap around the           scot’s neck,  lips crashing against his in a passionate kiss.

                      “ i can’t believe that worked--- ”  she breathes,  lips spread wide                        in an overjoyed grin.  and then,  for the first time in  weeks...  she                        LAUGHS.  tears in her eyes,  she presses her forehead against                        merlin’s,  a hand coming up to caress his cheek.  the words that                        follow come out in a whisper,  a secret only for him to hear.

                                    “ i love you,  y’know that? ”

But there was something about Merlin that was quite different than all the rest, and Q had spent the entire night, laying by the man’s side, wondering just what it was.

They’d drank, they’d talked, and Q had watched emotion play out across the man’s features; emotion he wanted to whisk away, or share in it’s burden, he wasn’t quite sure, but they’d kissed and it had started slow before it’d picked up and became that feverish thing Q’d been so use to from all his previous flings.

They’d made their way to the bedroom; clothes were stripped away and exposed skin, bitten and kissed and an excuse to find a condom had Q pulling away, only to return a moment later to find Merlin sound asleep.

A disappointment for one rearing to go, as he were.

Still, the sight had caught him off guard, and instead of pulling his clothes back on and letting the Kingsman sleep, he simply laid down to tuck into Merlin’s side, gaze tracing the line of the man’s nose, his lips and jaw, watching as Merlin snored quietly away.

Before long, he’d pulled up the bedsheet around him and lightly slept until he could feel his bed fellow stirring. 

There was a bit of grogginess, a moment of clarity, and then an apology, all of which he thought he’d been prepared for, but inevitably was not.

...oh.

“It’s quite alright.” He doesn’t mean to sound dismissive of the situation, even as he’s re-adjusting the bedsheet he’d covered himself with. It’s a moment of bashfulness, really. A low point. They were both grown men, after all. He briefly remembers palming Merlin through his trousers in their fever pitch. 

“We simply drank a bit too much and let things get out of hand quite quickly.” It’s an out offered as a consolation prize for the night that ended far too soon. 

❛ We’ve lost a great deal. Clinging t’me like this might seem all well an’ fine…

—But eventually, I won’ be enough t’fill the space y’need filled lad. ❜

She wakes still nestled into Hamish’s chest, which gently rises and falls with the rhythm of his breathing. Sun spills in through her window now, replacing the light of the moon that shone before. Her fingers move from their place tucked into his side and pass along his brow, his cheek, his jaw. Roxanne shifts so her weight is on her other arm and lifts her lips to his shoulder.

“Wake up, my love,” she murmurs, kisses traveling towards his collarbone. “It’s morning.” 

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languages always came in HANDY, especially in a field where location is never constant. even if one isn’t using it to communicate directly,  creative codes and clues can always be created from them, understood only by those who know the language used.

‘ Schade. ’ 

the GLOATING polyglot has merlin where he wants him. the trigger would not be pulled today, curiosity being the culprit of such a decision. merlin intrigues jim, in addition to kingsman as a whole. SECRET is the perfect word for them, as the files on both the agency and the man are almost nonexistent. this barely deterred the criminal in his search. in fact, it motivated him further.