[ 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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""''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. ]