Moments like this were far too rare.

You laid on your stomach on the bed, your face tilted towards the window through which the first rays of the rising sun were shining. A thin blanket was spread over your exposed body, just enough to cover everything below your lower back.

A pair of lips touched the spot between your shoulder blades, trailing over the hickeys left behind last night and you automatically smiled.

"Good morning, love" Harry Hart whispered as he began to place small kisses on your soft skin.

You were both Kingsman agents and also a tight-knit team. You could always count on Harry, just like he could count on you. You worked well together, flawlessly and had an understanding beyond words. It should have been clear that a purely professional partnership would develop into... something. None of you dared to give what you had a name. It was easier that way.

No name, no label. No label, no feelings. No feelings, no problems with the Kingsman rules.

You turned your head and looked up at Harry, who was looking at you with his deep brown eyes. His features were uncharacteristically soft, his eyes full of unspoken emotions, expressed openly and vulnerable. You were the only one who got to see this side of the usual stoic aloof gentleman Harry Hart.

"How are you after last night?" Harry asked before his lips gently kissed your shoulder, trailing over your skin and making your heart flutter the way only Harry could.