Roxy Morton | Lancelot

Roxy is eagerly waiting for Bruce at her place, she had texted the address and was wearing the bikini she had sent a photo of.

And that's how she answers the door when he arrives.

By the time Roxy made it back to the Kingsman estate it was nearly dark. She had managed to get a bit of much needed sleep on the flight, knowing the situation had been resolved and that she was on the way to be debriefed she felt safe enough to take a much needed and well deserved nap.

In the hours she wasn't sleeping her mind was racing. Talking to Merlin while so exhausted was probably a poor idea, as brilliant as the man is, surely he had noticed the utter fondness in her voice. And sending a photo, just thinking about it make her cheeks redden. Roxy was doomed, completely doomed. She just hoped that perhaps he would just chalk it all up to how sleep deprived she was.

Her feelings in regards to Merlin were a complicated matter. There was a certain affection for him even during the tests. Once becoming Lancelot it only got worse. There were more situations that put the two of them together, to work in close quarters or simply to be in constant contact while she was in the field. That's when she started rightly looking forward to hearing his voice for more than just instructions, he became something comforting and familiar.

Now she was walking into his office with her stomach in knots and bags under her eyes.