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in roxy should not interrupt merlin's beauty rest?
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roxy drags merlin to bed.
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[ It takes a very particular type of woman to pique Merlin's interests. A woman with confidence and the marksmanship to back it up. A woman who knows her weaknesses and works to better herself by them, rather than use them as a crutch. A professional, with a petite frame meant for a sharp jacket.

To be fair, a great deal of women of that description exist, and very few of them he's ever actually been attracted to. None of those women are Roxy Morton. She fits his very specific physical and mental type to a tee, but everyone's types have a time and a place, and a professional environment was neither of those things. There were too many reasons not to pursue it--reasons all summarily dismissed by one Harry Hart. The man was a terror, bringing up the obvious fact that their relationship was open on both ends (not just one) for this exact purpose, and that their own relationship was a severe dismissal of professional protocol.

It wasn't exactly hard to convince Merlin to dismiss a level of professional ethics, once you've known the man intimately for twenty years.

Two months now of the occasional (and most importantly when convenient) lovely dinner date and a private show, and he most definitely had not given her a key to his home. Funny, then, that she was standing in between his foyer and sitting room when he arrived home that morning after a rather long overnight assignment.

Some people would find that a breach of their privacy. He simply finds it interesting. ]

Well this is a surprise, good morning Roxy. Did you want to take off your coat?

[ If she is every thing that Merlin seeks in a woman, Merlin is certainly everything she seeks in a man, colleague or not. What he lacks in emotional availability, he more than makes up for in open-mindedness and emotional maturity. He isn't too difficult to look at either.

It's obvious to Roxy, perhaps not everyone else, that Merlin and Harry are involved, deeply entangled. She is not so uncouth as to speculate as to the depth of their feelings for one another even if she has her own suspicions. Beyond that, she finds that she benefits from their open-ended relationship. Roxy is hardly selfish, only a wee bit opportunistic but there are only so many men who can truly understand her as person, wholly, completely. Her fellow Kingsman.

Breaking into Merlin's flat had been surprisingly easy, all things considered. Of course, she was trained for that very specific purpose and perhaps once this was all over, the matter of the holes in his home security could be good pillow talk.

For now, she simply looks like the cat who caught the carnary, fingers sliding over the tie of her jacket as he greets her.] Good morning, Merlin. [ Reaching out to take whatever files or tablet he's brought home with him, she moves to drop them unceremoniously onto the table in his foyer before she answers his question.]

As a matter of fact... [ She moves to turn her back to him, fingers pulling at the ties that keep the expensive and lovely jacket he'd helped her pick out himself. It's slow, the way she lets the fabric slip down over her shoulders, exposing the pitch black straps of the lingerie she wears beneath her coat. Then it's another few seconds of fabric sliding against lace and skin before the coat falls completely to the ground.

Glancing back over her shoulder, the look she gives him is both confident and wicked. She knows how good she looks in lingerie, after all, she makes a very good honey trap from time to time. ]

Come along, Merlin. [ She starts towards the stairs with very clear intentions, looking back at him briefly to say--] Be a dear and hang that up for me.

Edited 2015-12-31 04:51 (UTC)

[ Oh, the holes in his security system will most definitely be the first thing they discuss when all said said and all is done, but for now, he's rightfully more preoccupied with the gentle slide of fabric against Roxy's skin. He lets his eyes follow the coat down to the ground, stopping momentarily on the curve of her ass emphasized by perfectly fitting lace.

Normally he would be a bit cross at having his things ripped from his hands without permission, but some things are worth making an exception. ]

Oh.

Well alright then.

[ As she starts up the stairs he catches her eyes with a quirk of an eyebrow that calls her cheeky for him, but he does as he's told, hanging up her jacket and quickly kicking off his shoes with much less care for the soles than he would normally. He tugs off his jumper (which he places delicately onto the nearest available surface, even Roxy's arse won't keep him from being tidy), loosening his tie as he follows. ]

Edited 2016-01-14 23:37 (UTC)

[ Roxy, of course, is quite purposefully pushing each and every one of his buttons, to get him on edge, to catch his attention. Of course, she didn't get so far that it might be a turn off, just enough that it put him on the edge. She wants him riled up, she wants him to eagerly follow her his stairs, to either have her put him in his place or he in hers.

For now, it seems that he is content to play her game, to follow her lead. And she climbs up his stairs with a purposeful, enticing sway of her hips, hands capable of killing a man in a matter of seconds, move to slide along his bannister for a few steps before she reaches back with a swift movement to unfasten her bra.

slipping her arms through the straps smoothly, she pulls that lacy bit of fabric from her body, sliding it along the railing until she is able to drape it over the top of the bannister and disappear into his bedroom.]

Edited 2016-01-15 03:35 (UTC)

[ She's like a spider this one, and Merlin walked in knowing full well he would be caught. He's so often in charge with his partners, the ones who like a strong hand, the ones who like to be tied up and told what they want from someone with authority. Even with Harry, though they have gotten comfortable over the years with switching it up, is desperate for attention. Perhaps that's part of what Merlin likes about Roxy; she knows exactly what she wants, and he'll take the cues that she gives when she gives them.

It's nice to be able to be the cheeky one for a change.

He stands in the doorway to his own bedroom with his shirt half undone, arms crossed over his chest. Her bra, taken from the banister, hangs from his finger. ]

I believe you dropped something, lass.

[ Roxy isn't one to refuse a partner who takes charge, she never minds relinquishing control. But she enjoys having control, being the one to steer the ship, so to speak. Roxy has no qualms seeking what she likes and taking it for her own. As is evidence by the way she got into Merlin's home and had led him up the stairs like she had him hooked on a leash.

She gives him a stern yet somehow still amused look over her shoulder when he presented her with the bra, letting it hang from his finger as he does.] Drop it on the floor. And get on the bed. [ She turns around and speaks with a sarcastic tone, to set the mood.] Please and thank you. [ While she's in control for now, her tone means she's open for a change. Later.]

[ He does as he's told (she'll be Arthur when she's his age, at the rate she's going), her bra dropping to the floor and quickly followed by his own button down. Just his undershirt and trousers then, cock starting to stir beneath them. He's down on the bed rather quickly, sitting up his hands sliding up the back of Roxy's legs to step just below the crease of arse becoming thigh. ]

You are fucking marvelous.

[ She doesn't mind that he undresses himself but when he dares to reach out and touch her, she has to resist the urge to let him. It feels nice, better than, but she's playing a certain game, being a certain character. So as his hand slides up her body, she moves to push at his shoulders, more like a shove. ]

Don't touch, yet. Now move. Further back.

[ His hands go up in front of him in concession, palms forward and very much away from her skin. With a yes ma'am he slides back as he's told, leaning back on his elbows. Watching her in all her confidence, not even touching her or himself, he's already half fucking hard. ]

Might I strip down at least?

No-- [ She answers sternly, feigning a soft sort of frustration, moving to gracefully climb on the bed, standing over him, feet on either side of his knees.] You will do as you are told, Merlin. Do you understand? [ It was time for her to give the orders, to be in charge. And that much was clear in her expression, in her tone.]

[ There's an inkling in him that wants to bite back, that wants to be his own brand of monotonous cheek to rile her up. He doesn't often get the opportunity, with his choice of men. Always the responsible one, harping on the rules, but that rebellious streak is still there. It might even be why he's found himself a Kingsman agent to begin with.

He keeps his cheek behind his teeth for the moment, turned on and curious to see where Roxy's power would take her. ]

Yes ma'am I do.

First-- [ She moves to smooth her hands down her body as her foot lifts to push at his chest, 'urging' him to lay back.] You'll kiss the inside of each of my ankles. [ And if he lays back, she'll move to stand directly above him, her feet on either side of his head.]

[ He moves with her foot into an obedient recline. His muscles don't relax the way a submissive man's would when he sinks back onto the bed. He remains taut, the stillness of a dominant beast rescinding control but remaining ready to pounce.

He is steady, still, comfortable and ever alert. Classic Merlin, really.

Long fingers curl around her ankles and he looks up at her from below as if in challenge. He does exactly as he's told though, obedient to a tee, pressing his lips to the inside of one ankle above the bone, and then the other. ]

[ Roxanne finds power in this position, in how easily she could hurt him if he didn't trust her not to. His mouth lingers on each of her ankles, her body tenses at each touch his lips. And she finds herself aching as she watches him do as he's told. He isn't completely hers to control, not yet or may be not ever.

She can see the tension in his body still, that need to take over buzzing through him. She moves then, sinking down to her knees, positioning herself just above his head, the movement graceful as she uses the headboard to steady herself.]

Do you want to please me, Merlin?

[ Control is a fickle thing with the likes of them. If anyone in Kingsman's employ was able to be controlled entirely, they would be a liability. The excitement, then, comes from walking the tightrope and seeing whose balance falters first.

Merlin knows that hers won't, even if he shakes the line a bit.

He can smell just how much she's aching above his head; he admires her ability to be steady through it. Some people that he knows would be writhing already, but not Roxanne Morton. She's a bloody delight. His hands no longer on her ankles, they rest against her knees. He kisses the inside of her thighs, looking up. ]

I do.

[ He kisses again, differently placed but no closer to where she needs him. She hasn't told him to yet. ]

Would you like to know how?

[ Her hand moves to grab his head, to hold it steady even if her skin buzzes with the need for more of his touch, his lips. Perhaps he thinks her a delight like this but he isn't the only one enjoying it, she likes the idea of giving him the orders this time.]

Tell me how and I will decide if it suits me.

[ If he still had hair, he imagines she would be pulling it right about now. The tension in her knuckles sits tight against his skull, and he loves it. He doesn't squirm, though he could, instead opting for stillness and unwavering eye contact. ]

I was thinking that I could lick your pussy until you're soaked, and fuck you with my tongue while I'm at it. Would that suit you, ma'am?

[ You bet your ass that if he still had hair, she'd be yanking it right about now. She'd be yanking his head right between her thighs before he could even finish speaking.]

It would suit me if you'd do all you can do to make me come. I'll assess your technique and make notes if necessary.

[ Okay, so she's slipped into something like a naughty instructor. Her eyebrow perks as she looks down at him, directing his head over a little to encourage him to start.]

Get on with it.

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[ Upon first glance, Roxy Morton and Eggsy Unwin are wildly different people. Eggsy is wild, anarchic in his approach to authority, with a submissive streak that, when poked and prodded the proper way, put him on his knees with his head down in an instant (metaphorically and, if Harry has been telling him the truth, physically as well). In contrast to Eggsy's anarchy, Roxy is nearer to authoritarian. She is hard lines and strict focus, with her own manipulative power play being aggressively structured. It's fitting, then, that Harry went for Eggsy and Merlin for Roxy. Their seconds provide, in their own way, what their primary cannot.

Yet, to assume that Roxy and Eggsy were polar opposites would be a mistake; they are best friends after all, and best friends are nothing if not similar in intention. In this case, their need for attention on their terms. Specifically, waking Merlin up by demanding physical attention at six in the goddamn morning on a Sunday.

He wakes with the frustrated groan of someone in need of a good rest from the back of his throat, shifting his hips just slightly. ]

Alright, I'm up, what time is it?

[ He doesn't wait for an answer, glancing over at his clock--and groans again with his thumb and forefinger at his eyes. ]

[ If Merlin did not wish to be awoken for an early morning romp, he should probably have banished her from his bed. After all, with all her aggressive structuring, Roxy is quite the morning person. Something about early birds, words and all that.

Perhaps it is unfair to wake Merlin from his beauty sleep with a slow caress, fingers dancing lightly around the length of his cock as he sleeps. But Roxy is a healthy girl with healthy appetites and when the mood strikes, she sees no issue with seeking out a release. After all, how can one resist a man who looks as good as Merlin does, even in sleep? His warm body presses against her own and despite the fact that she's wearing a stolen pair of his matching pajamas, that heat only coaxes her into action.

Of course, if he were to truly object (and he has yet to do so in the past), she would leave him be. But as it is, she feels the shift of his hips despite his groan and a smile curves her lips, her voice soft and only a little rough from her own sleep.]

It's not too early, I hope, [ she teases, her thumb sliding along the tip of him in hopes of coaxing a reaction from his body. ]

[ If Merlin truly objected, he would have said as much, rolled over, and gone right back to sleep. They're both morning people on a normal day, and he can handle the interruption just fine. ]

Mm, not at all.

[ His hand wanders down to rest against the small of her back in confirmation, and with her thumb sliding along the tip of his stirring cock his breath hitches. His own thumb strokes against the dimple above the curve of her arse. ]

[ If he didn't want it, she knows he'd have stopped her. And she would have respected it, with a small amount of pouting. She smiles to herself at the victory of hearing his words.

Her fingers slide slowly over his cock, gently caressing.] Shall I give you a proper good morning?

[ His hips rock gently against her hand; having a girlfriend half his age is an absolute delight. His lips quirk slightly in amusement, and his eyes open halfway with a twinkle to match his shadow of a smirk. ]

Well, that would only be polite.

[ Her mouth slides along his neck, nuzzling at his jaw as her fingers continue to touch him softly, gently.] Shall I go lower?

[ Her teeth drag along his skin, nibbling just a bit.] Shall I make you come with my mouth?

Edited 2016-04-13 06:59 (UTC)

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