( of course she's going to worry about it. a deal is a deal, after all, and even a wager-fueled deal deserves to be honored; whether eggsy wants the drink or not, she'll get him one. maybe not immediately, but at some point, there'll be one.
for now, though, she's got to deal with her own reactions — like the slight flush, for one, that blooms across the apples of her cheeks, chalked up to sudden body heat rolling off his blacks. there's the warmth, too, of his hand against her jaw, worth noting and filing away in some folder in the back of her mind. the kiss itself is quick, brief; he's pulling back before it even goes anywhere, looking like the metaphorical canary-eating cat on his barstool. not that it was bad, really. just... unmemorable. good, though. satisfactory, even.
she thinks that said kiss might do it, too, even if he technically did kiss her instead of the other way around, but she's quickly proven wrong by the hooting laughter of her fellow better across the room. (no pass, dearie! don't flake us now!) so, word to the wise: the colonists are particular. oh well. )
Sorry about this.
( she's not, really, but it's worth saying before diving back in for something more akin to a proper (as the redcoats call it) snog, her own hands cupping his jaw on both sides for better leverage. she's fucking short, okay, don't judge her. )
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for now, though, she's got to deal with her own reactions — like the slight flush, for one, that blooms across the apples of her cheeks, chalked up to sudden body heat rolling off his blacks. there's the warmth, too, of his hand against her jaw, worth noting and filing away in some folder in the back of her mind. the kiss itself is quick, brief; he's pulling back before it even goes anywhere, looking like the metaphorical canary-eating cat on his barstool. not that it was bad, really. just... unmemorable. good, though. satisfactory, even.
she thinks that said kiss might do it, too, even if he technically did kiss her instead of the other way around, but she's quickly proven wrong by the hooting laughter of her fellow better across the room. (no pass, dearie! don't flake us now!) so, word to the wise: the colonists are particular. oh well. )
Sorry about this.
( she's not, really, but it's worth saying before diving back in for something more akin to a proper (as the redcoats call it) snog, her own hands cupping his jaw on both sides for better leverage. she's fucking short, okay, don't judge her. )