𝐅𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐓! That’s, at least, the motto you had going into this mission with Kingsman where you and Eggsy had to pretend to be married— you had to admit, this was the first time you two had seen each other as anything more than best friends. Before you two had just been Lancelot and Galahad, two wisecracking Kingsman agents that worked with a kind of fluidity that wasn’t often seen. Now, looking at Eggsy as your husband did things to you.

Gosh.

You two had a singular rule this entire time— under no circumstances were you two to start kissing, cause imagine the chaos if you two started macking all of a sudden. It was to maintain professionalism on the mission, really, but professionalism be damned, he couldn’t take his eyes off you.

God damn, whose idea was it to put you in a silk dress? If it was Merlin, he’d have to give the bloke a high five, because he didn’t see you in fancy-schmancy dresses ever and now that he did, it was a bloody good blessing. Along with the hair and the makeup and he had to stop himself from being a materialistic little fuck by looking at all the assets on you that had him drooling a lot. Profusely.

“Shit, shit,” He muttered as he pulled you into a side room to avoid detection by guards who were looking for an intruder — they weren’t aware there were two looking for classified intelligence. Either way, he knew he had to do something.

“Sorry ‘bout this, love.” Eggsy breathed, and he cupped your cheeks and kissed you hard— oh, dear Lord, that felt amazing. How come it was always the best friends who felt like two puzzle pieces when they made out, huh— it didn’t help that he broke the one rule that you’d both had agreed on.

Ok, just breathe, just breathe, the security guards wouldn’t suspect anything, would they? No, but it’s hard to breathe when you’re snogging your best friend silly, ain’t it?