a/n; i don’t usually take requests like this but i’m making a damn exception bc i love roxy and there is a painful shortage of roxy reader inserts out there. this isn’t smut bc i’m bad at it but oh well @kurtwxgners @mvximoff @rax-writes

The dress is not something you usually wear. Your tastes in fashion range towards the more practical, comfort based end of the spectrum. Generally speaking, the things you tend to wear are not quite as eye catching as this is. The material clings to your body and the low neckline makes you feel anything but inconspicuous. To avoid studying your reflection in the mirror for any longer, you turn your attention to your small clutch and the equipment you’d been given by Merlin. Lipstick with a hidden laser cutter, a set of listening devices disguised as a pair of cufflinks. Your fingertips brush over the small compartment in the side that will hide your gun from the security screens on entry to the gala and the feeling of the metal under your fingers is reassuring. 

“Bedivere?” you hear Roxy calling from down the corridor, growing nearer. “You almost ready?”

“I’m just in here, Lancelot,” you call back, turning away from the mirror and looking around for your heels. “Do you have our covers?” 

“I’ve got the invitations for-christ.” You hear Roxy behind you as you carefully step into your heels and turn to face her, an eyebrow raised curiously. The reason for her sudden stop is clear as her eyes flicker quickly over your body, taking in the tight dress. She swallows hard. Her voice is a little hoarse as she continues “I have our invitations and the plans for the hotel loaded into my glasses. Should be a quick mission. You have-you have the surveillance equipment we’re planting, right?” 

You nod, stepping closer as your hands smooth self consciously over the clinging material of the dress and you say, a little distractedly “yeah, we’re all sorted for that. It’s in my clutch.” You hesitate for a second and ask “hey, Rox, does the dress look alright? I never wear things like this.” Though you’d like the reassurance about the dress, that’s not why you asked the question. You and Roxy have been not-quite-flirting for months now, and the look in her eye as she takes in your outfit confirms the few questions that had been giving you reservations about making any moves. Smiling coyly at her, you reach out to smooth the lapels of her suit, hands lingering across her shoulders, and she swallows hard again. 

“You look gorgeous. You always do,” she says quietly.

A second passes. Then another. The two of you are frozen like that, staring at each other, each waiting for the other to react. Slow, deliberately, you let your hand glide up from her shoulder to cradle her jaw, heels making you taller than usual as you lean in to kiss her gently. Roxy’s lips are warm and soft under yours and the moment sends a rush of satisfaction through you because this has been a long time coming for the both of you. You scarcely pull away from her when you feel her reach out to haul you back in again, her lips finding yours with considerably more urgency than before. Her hands are heavy on your hips and you’re pressing against her as she’s kissing you hard. It’s rougher and deeper than before and it sends sparks ricocheting through your entire body as you feel her teeth graze over your lower lip and all you can think is finally.

Neither of you is really aware of anything except each other and when Roxy pulls away to kiss along your jaw and neck, you let out a soft sigh as you pull her a little closer. Reality comes crashing back down around you when you hear a knock at the front door of the safe house and you somewhat belatedly remember that you’re here for a mission. Carefully pulling back from her, you give her a somewhat bashful smile and say “we can’t be late for this thing, can we?” 

She’s blushing and she leans forward to kiss you quickly. “No. Not really.” She’s about to step away to answer the door where your ride to the gala will have pulled up when you grab her wrist and tug her back to you, kissing her again, hard and fast and deep. 

“We can finish what we started when we get back, Lancelot.”