Like... Henry studied some languages at uni, yeah? [ wait. ] Do you have uni? [ quickly. ] At school. And I didn't, not even a little. [ in a tone suggesting he finds that obvious. ] But now — it's like I did.
[ he's welcome to hit her up for a drink (or more likely: something else) any time — but yeah. it's pretty much whenever she wants and dutch likes it that way.
maybe eggsy deserves better. maybe he doesn't mind it. ]
[ so many of their conversations end this way... and yet he's a little surprised every time. if he looked pleased with himself before, he's positively smug now.
without hesitation, one hand instinctively goes to her waist. eggsy threads his other hand through her hair — and maybe that's still too sweet — before he leans in to kiss her. ]
[ she'd like to wipe that smugness off his face. fortunately for both of them, kissing means that he can't hold on to the expression and that dutch couldn't see it even if he did. it makes talking impossible, too.
dutch settles her hands on his shoulders and kisses him back, eager, a little greedy. a little sharp, too. ]
[ too smug and too chatty do seem to be solved when his mouth is kept busy, yes. he responds in kind, matching her with an edge of his own, firm and insistent. his hand tightens on her waist, pressing her closer. ]
[ it's the perfect solution and beyond that, it just feels good: his hand over her waist, their bodies slotting together, the wet slide of lips against lips.
some tension dutch hadn't quite realised had crept into her shoulders bleeds out again and she nips, a little playful, at eggsy's lower lip. ]
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Fair. Guess that makes it just useful, not creepy as hells.
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Yeah. [ more useful than he can let on. ] So have a magic hook-up with someone with sick powers next time.
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[ even with what he's saying, dutch isn't sure she'd go for it. that she'd trust anyone enough to, much less the mages here. ]
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[ dutch doesn't care much for either wyver or olympia, but wyver suits her better for now. ]
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You mean I ain't gonna see you whenever I want — well, whenever you want.
[ teasing! but also it's definitely... whenever she wants... ]
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maybe eggsy deserves better. maybe he doesn't mind it. ]
There's always the station.
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Oh, stop it, you romantic.
[ but he'd go to the station in a heartbeat. ]
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Take that back.
[ but she's smiling even as she nudges him with the toe of one boot. ]
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[ sad dutch will never see casablanca tbh. ]
DID YOU EVEN SLEEP
[ stop!! making!! fun of her!! emotional constipation!!! she just likes the sex eggsy shut up ]
LISTEN IM JETLAGGED 4AM IS THE NEW 8AM
a sly little smile. ]
I know I'm glad I get to see more of you.
ok fine
Are you?
[ that's - sweet. which means dutch knocks back the rest of her second glass and moves over to where eggsy is, moving in to straddle him. ] Prove it.
[ as in, stop talking. ]
""''stop talking""" i'm laughing
without hesitation, one hand instinctively goes to her waist. eggsy threads his other hand through her hair — and maybe that's still too sweet — before he leans in to kiss her. ]
she's a mess
dutch settles her hands on his shoulders and kisses him back, eager, a little greedy. a little sharp, too. ]
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some tension dutch hadn't quite realised had crept into her shoulders bleeds out again and she nips, a little playful, at eggsy's lower lip. ]