Secret

Becoming Kingsman

"Welcome to the Kingsman, Primrose," Eggsy grins, sending a wink my way. "Or, should I say, Kay." His deep Wales accent makes me go crazy.

"I am glad to finally be a part of this amazing expenditure," I widely smile, feeling my eyes crinkle in the corners. It feels a tad strange being the only American in the room.

"Your mom would be very proud of you," Roxy gives a small nod. She's the only one staying professional. Her posh British accent fitting perfectly with who she is.

"I don't doubt that," I blink away tears that I didn't even think would threaten to spill over my cheeks. "So, what do I get to do now? Are there missions that are in the works that I can be apart of? Ah, I am so excited to start working."

"I'll show you to your new house," Eggsy smirks, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Ugh," Roxy rolls her eyes. "You mean your house, you flirt. The house that Kingsman gave to you, and that you will share with your lovely girlfriend."

I giggle, "This is gonna be hard, Eggsy. Don't flirt too much and keep your hands off me."

He wiggles his eyebrows, "I'll try not to flirt, and sometimes in dangerous situations I have to hold you close. We can be professional if we try hard enough."

"I'm going to vomit," Roxy faux gags, placing her hands over her stomach. "See you two tomorrow for whatever work we will have to do," she spins on her heel, exiting the room with a quick flick of her hand in a wave.

"Hm, do you think JB will like PB? They barely met that day we had together, and PB was such a scared puppy," I skip over to Eggsy, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Of course, they will be the best of friends in no time. No reason they shouldn't, since they will be spending a lot of time together with us living together."

"Have I ever told you how handsome you are in glasses?" I run my hands over his shoulders. "I always look dorky in glasses."

"You have told me, but I can bare to hear it a few more times," he places his hands on my waist. "You look super cute in glasses, and very sexy in a suit, babe."

"A Kingsman is a gentleman, Eggsy. I'm beautiful, not sexy."

"My bad, you just make my mind go to mush sometimes," he smirks, giving me a wink.

"Oh, shut up," I bring one of my hands up to cup his face. "Can you believe my mom knew your dad all because of Kingsman? Thanks to them I was able to meet you."

"It's what killed them, though," he slightly pouts.

"Yeah, but it brought us together. And it got you our of trouble, and they keep saving the world, and gave us a house, and all those other cool things. And our dogs, I can't forget about how much I love those little bundles of fur. And-"

Eggsy cuts me off with a swift kiss. Not trying to tell me that I'm being annoying; just trying to tell me I'm starting to ramble a bit and should calm down.

He pulls away, resting his forehead on mine.

"You know that I hate when you do that," I grumble.

"Sorry Princess," Eggsy runs a hand through my hair. "You just start talking super-fast, your lips moving, and I can't help myself."

"Ugh, I know, I know. Just take me home, please. It has been a long day, and I just want to relax before the real fun begins."