This is a ficlet for @plotwitch - and tumblr won’t let me tag them, grrr - that they requested for my one sentance prompt ask.
The request was: Hartwin, "Fuck, I don't have any condoms or lube and we're trapped in this cottage for the next week."
Thank you for the request, love!! <3
“Oh no, no, no, NO!” Eggsy pawed through the three suitcases they’d packed. He hadn’t lost his mind, he was sure of it, and even surer that his mate of four years would be less than pleased if he came up empty.
Harry wandered in a plush, white towel hung around his hip and fuck! Look at those damp curls, water dripped from a few strands; Eggsy moaned pitifully.
“What’s the matter darling?” His alpha approached him, wrapping his arms around Eggsy’s waist, and scented his bond mark. “You smell dreadful,” Harry murmured against his skin.
“I misplaced some...important items,” Eggsy admitted. He continued his search, because there was no damn way he’d forgotten two VERY important staples for their trip.
“Oh, come now, darling. It can’t be that bad,” Harry soothed with a sound kiss. “I’m sure we can go without.” He made it sound so simple. No fucking way they could survive without these.
“No, we can’t, Harry.” Eggsy tried to rein in his aroma, at least calm it the fuck down. Though he wasn’t very successful, Harry’s rising scent confirmed this.
“Well, I can think of a way we can...forget of the situation.” Harry bucked his knot suggestively against Eggsy’s backside, making his anxiety skyrocket. “Come, let's make use of this nice, goose feather down king sized bed, hm?” His hands wandered down Eggsy’s chest to his jeans, where long, skilled fingers freed the button and lowered the zipper.
Eggsy whimpered, relishing Harry’s gentle touches and kisses, with more than arousal.
“No, babe, stop!” Eggsy begged, reluctantly separating himself from Harry, and all but lunged onto the bed, face first into the pillows. “Fuck, I don’t have any condoms or lube, and we’re trapped in this cottage for the week!” His voice was muffled by a pillow.
“I wouldn't call it STUCK,” Harry huffed, his scent tainted with offense.
Eggsy waved a hand aimlessly behind his back. “That’s not the point,” he groaned. “I thought I packed it!! How did I forget that?!” He slammed his feet against the mattress, throwing a proper strop about it.
All Harry did was sigh. Eggsy heard his footsteps echo down the hall and putter back. The mattress dipped as Harry climbed in beside Eggsy and coaxed him to face his alpha.
“This can work.” Harry dangled a bottle of sweet almond oil in front of his face. “Olive oil would have worked, too, but I found this. And it is far superior to other oils for natural lubricants.”
Eggsy’s eyebrows shot up to his hairline. “The fuck?” He took the glass bottle and examined it. “You sure?”
Harry rolled his eyes. “Have a bit of faith, eh?” When Eggsy didn’t answer, he added, “I googled it and double checked with Merlin.” Eggsy groaned. “It was either that or spit lube for the week.”
“Why did we pick a cottage in the middle of nowhere?” Literally, no stores or civilization of any kind around them. It was both peaceful, and bloody irritating at this point.
“Let’s not worry about that.” Harry leaned in for a sweet kiss. “Shall we get back to fun?”
Eggsy narrowed his eyes. “Condoms?” He watched Harry smile slowly, a gleam in his eyes that he didn’t fully trust.
“We don’t need them,” he answered simply.
“You gonna pullout? Because I’m a product of that.” His alpha poured delight as he came forward and slowly began to undress Eggsy. “Harry?” Eggsy squeaked.
“I believe we have discussed starting a family, hm?” Harry murmured against Eggsy’s neck. “What better time than now?”
Eggsy stopped him, pulling back to get a better look at his face, as tears filled his eyes.
“You mean that?” Eggsy wanted a family, wanted to carry Harry’s pups.
“With my entire soul, my omega,” Harry growled happily.
“I fucking love you.” Eggsy lunged at him. Little discussion was had the rest of the night, and needless to say the rest of the week was spent in bed…or any surface they could fuck on.
And nine months later, Eggsy stared down at their brown, curly haired newborn son. Who they named Alfred Hilton, Alfie for short, after the cottage they made their little boy in. Call it cheesy, but Eggsy was quite happy with the decision.
“He’s perfect.” Eggsy nuzzled his neck, soothing the little whimpers that left his tiny, pink bow lips.
“You’re both perfect,” Harry corrected.
