A bouquet of daisies

elletromil:

For @zombiisheep as a continuation to this ficlet because of what they said

Give me all the soft, super self-conscious Harry. The Harry who is bad at dating because he hasn’t done it much and the Harry who has no confidence outside the field. Sure he can seduce anyone on a honey pot, but place him in a real date and he doesn’t know why someone would date him.

And then give me Eggsy making it his mission to show Harry all the reasons why he’s so amazing.

A bouquet of daisies

Eggsy sighs with contentment as he gets off of the plane and sees Harry waiting for him on the tarmac. His last mission didn’t go so bad, but one of the goon did get a lucky hit and his black eye means he’ll be confined to HQ for a bit if he doesn’t want to worry his mum.

Not that he thinks she doesn’t suspect he’s more than a simple tailor, but he sees no point in rubbing it in her face.

But if he can’t go home, getting to hug Harry first thing is a more than adequate substitute and he would feel bad to lean all his weight on him, but Harry just wraps a possessive arm around his waist and draws him a bit closer.

He spends a long time with his face just smashed against Harry’s collarbone, letting the smell of his cologne calm him that tiny bit more from the stress of his mission. It takes a moment before he realises that there is another scent around them, this one light and floral, before he notices that Harry is keeping his other arm at an awkward angle so they don’t crush the bouquet he’s holding.

“What’s this?”

“Ah,” Harry seems slightly embarrassed for some reason, but after a couple of months of dating, he knows better than to try and dismiss it. “It’s daisies. It’s for you.” He aborts a movement, probably because he wanted to offer him the bouquet but realised it would be impossible in their current position. “You mentioned you missed Daisy and were rather bummed you couldn’t see her straight away. I understand that the flowers are a rather poor substitute to actually being with your sister, but I- This was a stupid idea sorry. I’m ridiculous and-”

Before Harry can fall deeper into self-doubt and try to flee, Eggsy cups his cheeks with his hands and drags him down just enough so he can press their lips together without having to get on his tiptoe.

“You’re ridiculous if you think this is anything but the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me. Seriously Harry, I know you don’t believe it, but you’re probably the most romantic guy I’ve ever dated.”

“I am?”

Eggsy rolls his eyes before giving him another kiss but still answers him truthfully. “Yeah, you are.”

It could get tiring having to reassure Harry all the time that he’s not fucking everything up between them, but the thing is, it’s not all the time. And if he sometimes gets into fits of anxiety, he always believes whatever Eggsy tells him because Eggsy never tries to be anything but honest. If he’s displeased about something, he’ll say and Harry has come to trust him.

And to be honest, Eggsy gets a little thrill in knowing that Harry Hart who could seduce the panties off of anyone’s granny (or gramps probably), gets all nervous about the simple fact of dating him. That even if he should know that Eggsy is completely gone on him, he still doesn’t take him for granted and worries about losing him to some imagined slight.

He gets a thrill whenever Harry realises he’s done good and offers him one of his brilliant smile, eye crinkled with profound affection, delighted at being the cause of his lover’s happiness.

Eggsy got no choice but to have a taste of that smile.