Hey babes so sorry this chapter took a few days. I had a minor writers block, I had the ideas in my head but couldn't write it down. I'm getting rusty at this and it's frustrating but I am trying my best. I would like to thank ya'll for the love and comments! Brightens my day and I would like to see what you guys think and would like to happen! X

An old western song played on the juke box in the small Kentucky bar where Eggsy sat in front of a bar nursing glass of Whiskey even though he asked for a martini.

He had his head in his hand as she flipped through the photos on his phone. A heavy feeling in his chest as he saw Tilde's face a beaming smile on her face smiling for the picture.

A familiar pair of cowboy boots entered through bar's doors heels clicking as it met the dusty wooden floor.

The female Statesman agent folded her arms upon seeing Eggsy sitting in front of the bar motionless, only his thumb moving as he slid through his phone.

"You still owe me one."

Eggsy lifted his eyes off the bright screen of his smartphone to look at the brunette who took the seat beside him.

"I know." Eggsy sighed putting his phone down not wanting to be rude to his guest.

Brandy scanned her brown orbs on Eggy's handsome face stained by a heartbroken expression.

"How about I buy the next round?" Brandy smiles sweetly not wanting anyone to mope. Her smile could light up a room. It was rare when she smiled but the few times she did, she looked even more beautiful.

Eggsy couldn't help but mirror the look on her face and just nods not wanting to protest.

"Alright."

Brandy raised her hand calling the attention of the bartender. "The good stuff please nothing but the best for my english friend." She chuckled making Eggsy feel slightly better.

She didn't have to be nice Eggy's thought. They barely knew each other but Brandy didn't want to admit or she wasn't aware that she liked to take care of everyone around her. It was like second nature to the brunette.

The bartender soon approached the two spies with two glasses of older whiskey filed with a block of ice.

Brandy took her glass and turned to the Kingsman raising her drink.

"Cheers!" She grinned awaiting for Eggsy to raise his drink.

Eggsy nods and takes the brown liquid gesturing it at Brandy.

"Cheers to what?" Eggsy asked scanning his head for an answer to his own question.

Brandy ran her warm eyes at Eggsy taking a mental picture of the english man in the Kentucky bar sticking out like a sore thumb.

"To new friends." She replies clinking her glass on Eggy's

"To new friends." Eggsy repeated in his sweet natured tone flashing the woman a comforting smile as he brought the drink up to his lips.

Brandy took a swig of the brown liquid not breaking eye contact as she did an impromptu drinking game breaking between the two as Eggy's didn't want to be out drunk by a woman.

Eggsy slightly pulled away with half the liquid still in the glass which Brandy responded by tipping his drink down his throat not allowing him to quit so easily.

The brown liquid gushed down his throat making him cough slightly.

"Shit." He cursed wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Don't tell me... the initiation for the Statesman is for you to out drink everyone?" He asked in between coughs.

"If you're surrounded by all these southern men you learn a thing or two. You should see Ginger chug down a liter of bourbon." Brandy shook her head laughing gesturing for the bartender to bring them another round.

"I bet your Christmas parties are wild." Eggsy forced a smile a he felt the stinging of whiskey in his stomach.

"Wild is an understatement." Brandy shook her head handing the man a piece of napkin.

Eggsy took the napkin and wiped it over his mouth taking a minute to recover.

Brandy watched shaking her head amused at Eggy's suffering. She didn't mistook him as a lightweight.

Her eyes then shifted on the bartender, meeting eyes immediately. All Brandy needed to do is smile and nod her head for the bartender to get that she wanted another round.

Eggy parted his lips to talk upon seeing Brandy ordering another round. He was in for a long drunken night he thought.

"So is she still mad?" Brandy asked causally after the two bonded over a bottle of Whiskey for sometime.

"How did you know? Did whiskey told you?" Eggsy raised an eyebrow but not really offended since Brandy seemed to be sweet.

"What? No. A guy like you obviously has a girl waiting for you across the pond." Brandy took another sip of her drink.

"Beside I saw the photo in your phone." She laughs realizing Eggy was getting tipsy.

"Oh." He let out remembering the reason why they started drinking in the first place.

"I'm afraid so." He shared taking his phone and showed her the photo to take give her a better look since she already saw might as well tell her his thoughts since it was killing him.

"She's beautiful." Brandy smiled as she saw Tilde's photo.

"You guys look so cute." She chuckled at their family photo complete with their child aka their pug.

Brandy's chest tightened as she realized Eggsy had a girlfriend and was a spy on the other hand she was single nearing her thirties on the way to becoming a cat lady.

"Do you have someone waiting for you at home?" Eggy asked putting away his phone shifting all his attention on his new friend.

Brandy finished the remaining of her drink and shook her head.

"Why not you're a complete knockout not to mention you are very lovely." Eggsy shared giving her a compliment.

"Eggsy if I didn't know better I'd say you were flirting with me." Brandy joked dodging the question since she honestly didn't know the answer to.

"I'm married to my work and besides it's against the rules." She replies shortly like she had it memorized.

"Well fuck the rules." Eggsy retorted a little seriously.

"You're obviously the rule breaking type anyway." He added with a smirk.

Brandy looked at Eggsy reacting to his blunt drunk statement.

"Should I be offended?" Brandy chuckled stirring the ice in her empty glass knowing Eggsy was right. She was indeed quite the rule breaker; proven by Whiskey.

Brandy questioned her motives that maybe she was just too scared to hurt or lose someone again thats why she was so scared of commitment. She can't bare the pain anymore.

"Maybe I'll just get a dog." Brandy absentmindedly said turning to the bartender mouthing for her to get her another drink.

"Say that again."

"I'll just get a dog for companion?" Brandy repeated turning to the english man.

"Wheres the nearest pet store?" Eggsy's eyes growing wide like a light bulb just appeared above his head.

"Does it look like I'm google maps?" Brandy groaned getting impatient waiting for her drink.

Eggsy brought up his phone and typed hastily.

"5 miles."

"When I said I wanted a dog I didn't mean now Eggsy." Brandy crunched her brows together second thinking how drunk Eggsy actually was.

Another glass of Whiskey got placed in front of Brandy.

"No I know how to get Harry back." Eggsy stood up not bothering to wait for Brandy

"Jesus Christ hold on!" She called after him hurriedly chugging her drink then whipped out a wad of money leaving it on the counter before bolting after Eggsy.

"Can you tell me what you're doing?" Brandy chased after Eggy's who had his full attention on his phone, looking like a zombie.

"If the Statesmen initiation is drinking under the table in the Kinsmen we needed to shoot our dogs for the final task."

Eggsy explained still remembering the feeling he had when Arthur ordered him to shot JB.

"First of all I already told you that wasn't true and secondly who the fuck shoots a dog?" Brandy asked placing a hand on her hip.

"Harry." Eggsy replied shortly.

"Wow your friend is messed up." Brandy says shaking her head not able to imagine doing the same.

"No. It was a blank it was just a test and I swear it's the most stressful thing."

A look of realization washed over Brandy's face as she remembered what it took to cure the side effects of the alpha gel; trauma.

"Oh... you think that would jolt him enough to bring him back?" Brandy asked hoping Eggsy said yes.

"Heres hopping." He sighs.

"Well come on then my cars near by I'll take you." The brunette gestures to the black mustang whipping out her keys.

"Thank you Brandy."

The two spies got out of the car Eggy ran towards the small store front were puppies played in the display.

"Eggsy hold up!" She shouted at him barely able to lock the car door.

The young kingsman pushed open the pet store door making the bell above it ring.

"Hello welcome!" A young red head greeted behind the register a radiant smile on her face.

"I need a dog, a Cairn Terrier." Eggsy said not even taking a breath as he walked over to her.

"Sorry he's excited." Brandy apologized trying to calm him down.

"Come with me." The red head smiled sweetly leading them towards the back where puppies played in a fenced area.

Brandy watched the small puppies played with each other a smile tugging on her lips. Who didn't like dogs? She asked herself.

She slightly kneeled down and opened her palm making the puppies come ran at Brandy wanting to be petted.

"Oh my God that one." Eggsy exclaimed pointing at a sleeping dog in the corner.

The store clerk picked up the puppy and placed it in Eggy's arms.

A smile tugged on Brandy's face watching Eggsy cradle the puppy this was the most happiest she saw him in the short time she knew him.

"He's perfect." Eggsy scratched the dog's chin.

Brandy pulled herself up back onto her feet to join Eggy's side. She brushed her fingers on the small dogs head patting it, a smile emerging her face.

"Hello little guy." Brandy greeted the puppy sweetly.

"We'll take him." Eggsy nods at the store clerk still not letting go of the dog. He wasn't going to take his eyes off the dog until he hands it to Harry Eggsy thought.

"I'm sure you'll be great parents." The red head giggled smiling at the two spies holding the dog in their arms looking like a happy family.

Brandy and Eggsy looked at each other laughing after getting what the girl was implying.

"I work a lot so he has to take care of him." Brandy chimed jokingly.

"Papi's going to take care of you." The brunette adds as she lifts her eyes off the dog and placed them on Eggy's who was staring back at her a grin still tugging on his pink lips.

"Alright I just need to ask you to fill out the papers." The young girl smiles grabbing a clipboard of paperwork.

"What are you naming him?" She asks clicking the pen in her hand.

Eggsy looks up holding the dog against his chest.

"Mr. Pickle jr."

An amused smile crept on Brandy's face upon hearing the name causing her to chuckle.

The kingsman and the female statesman stood in front of Harry's room the dog nestled in Eggy's arms. He held onto the puppy like precious cargo, like it was a new born baby.

"Are you sure you don't need me?"

"No you've helped a lot already I'll be fine. Just wish me luck." Eggsy thanked Brandy whole heartedly.

"Good luck" Brandy smiled petting the puppy one last time.

"Don't do anything stupid." She adds shooting him a glare.

"I won't." Eggsy laughed and with that he opened the door to Harry's room careful not to wake him just yet.

Brandy stared at the door and sighed hopping that Eggy's idea would work if not she'll adopt the dog for herself, to fill the empty void where she claims her heart used to be. She chuckles.

The brunette way to her room and immediately pulled off her clothes in dire need of a cold shower after what she did at the music festival.

Steam poured into the room as Brandy opened the bathroom door now in a fluffy warm robe around her frame.

Feeling relaxed and refreshed after her shower. She was ready to hit the hay after a long day of festivities.

Brandy walked across the floor, rubbing a towel on her wet hair as she prepared herself to go to bed

A knock called her attention pulling her out of her daze, earning a groan from the brunette.

What could it be she asked herself huffing not wanting to answer but she had no choice it could be an emergency or perhaps it was Eggsy come baring good news.

A warm smile tugged on her lips thinking that maybe Eggsy's plan worked and thought it was best for her to answer it.

Brandy set the towel down on an arm chair and made her way towards the door.

"Hey!" She greeted welcomingly before she could open the door entirely to see who it was.

"Hello there gorgeous."

The familiar soothing southern drawl ringed in her ear followed by Whiskey's face coming into view.

"What are you doing here? Do you want us to get in trouble?" Brandy asked darting him a look.

"Now is that any way to greet a guest?" Whiskey smirked licking his lips upon seeing the woman in only a robe with dripping wet hair.

"Did you forget about our little wager?" Whiskey brought out a bottle of old statesman whiskey from behind him. The brown liquid in it looking like it was probably older than Brandy.

Brandy eyed the bottle wanting to hit herself across the head for starting the bet in the first place or the fact Whiskey took it seriously.

"Do you know what Champ will do to you if we get caught?" Brandy asked crossing her arms imagining all the negative outcomes.

"Exactly the longer you make me stand here the higher the chances we get caught." Whiskey replied suavely trying to pry the door open.

Brandy rolled her eyes and took a handful of his collar yanking him into the room.

The brunette looked both ways down the hallway before closing the door.

She looked over her shoulder to see Whiskey checking around her room.

A mischievous smirk played on her lips and turned her attention back on the door locking it.

Whiskey placed the bottle of alcohol he was named after on the coffee table and made himself at home claiming the spot on the couch.

He took two glasses off the tray on the table and filled one glass to the brim handing it to Brandy.

"Bottoms up sugar." Whiskey smirked teasingly as he raised his glass for a toast.

Brandy rolled her eyes taking the glass.

She was a woman true to her word even if she was the one who saved the day and slept with the target she was still being punished.

The brunette sighed clinking her glass on Whiskey's. She closed her eyes and chugged the stinging liquid and slammed the glass on the smooth table top.

"You know Jack you don't need to get me drunk to get me in bed." Brandy claimed her spot on his lap her robe slightly sliding off as she moved.

"Thats not my intention Helena." He told her setting his drink down, placing his whole attention on Brandy.

Whiskey caught Brandy's gaze and brushed his fingers on the exposed skin of her collar.

"I will never take advantage of you like that." He told her honestly meaning it, seriousness in his husky voice.

Brandy examined the look on Whiskey's face bitting her lip unsure how to react to his sudden change of tone.

"I would." Brandy joked laughing brushing her hands on his chest, tilting her head to get a better look at him.

She brushed her hands on his chest smoothing his shirt, laughing softly as she remembered that one drunken night that leaded to their passionate sexual escapade.

"I know you would." He laughed placing his hands on her bottom also remembering the said night.

They were surrounded by alcohol and the fact that there was so much sexual tension between them it was bound to happen.

Brandy placed her slender hand on Whiskey's cheek. Her eyes scanning every curve and line of his face taking ever feature into her brain, taking a mental photo never wanting to forget.

She grazed her finger tips on his skin pushing herself closer wrapping her arms around him just wanting to melt in his arms.

Brandy didn't know why but every time they were alone behind closed doors she couldn't keep her hands off of him. She longed for his touch, his grasp. His presence always relaxed her and calmed her. She felt safe, she felt at home and the most important things is she felt like herself.

She felt needed and wanted.

Whiskey constantly hit on her ever since he laid his eyes on her and for sometime it looked like he had no chance with her. Brandy always turned him down always having snide remarks to shut him up but he didn't quit.

Brandy brushed her thumb on his lip ever so slowly looking into his warm orbs.

She felt the warmth of his body against hers, a feeling that she learned to love and now constantly longed for.

Brandy swore her heart beat differently when he was present.

The young brunette pulled her hand away from Whiskey's face and closed her eyes inching closer as she replaced it with her lips.

Whiskey captured her full soft lips shutting his eyes as he felt them. He felt his shoulders loosen, letting himself relax. Brandy had that effect on him.

He felt greatly for her he couldn't deny it.

Whiskey placed his hands through her still dammed hair massaging her scalp as he deepened the kiss.

Brandy rubbed her palms against his toned torso through his thin white shirt before pulling it over his head causing them to break away from the kiss.

Whiskey looked up at Brandy a warm smile on his face as he studied her features.

Her almond like eyes with her long fluttering lashes, her slender nose that turned red when she was flustered and her pouty full lips that he could kiss forever.

He brushed away a rebel strand of hair behind her ear and rested his hand on her cheek looking longingly into her eyes like he wanted to say something.

Brandy clasped her hand on his, pressing her cheek on his palm kissing it lovingly.

"You're beautiful." He told her earning a chuckle from the brunette.

"But you already knew that."

Whiskey wrapped his strong arms around her waists and pulled himself up to his feet taking Brandy with him, making the robe fall onto the floor with a thud as he moved to the bed.

He gently placed her in the middle of the mattress as he stood on the foot of the bed, slipping off his pants.

Whiskey kept his strong gaze on her. feasting on every curve of her body still not believing he get to see her like this.

He felt the desire tugging low in his abdomen.

Whiskey bit his lip as he racked his hooded eyes on her full breasts to her toned abs, her itty bitty waist and her round hips.

Her hair sprawled onto the matress. Her eyes glued on him watching him claim his spot on top of her, making the mattress sink even more.

Whiskey tucked his hands under her. His face near hers, taking in the breath she exhaled.

Her arms wrapped around his neck as his lips massaged hers. His tongue ran across the seam of her mouth, begging for entry as his hands moved to her behind.

Their tongues duelled, fighting for dominance as their hands explored each other's bodies. Jack held her face in his hands pulling her away from him to stare into her eyes, pressing his forehead on hers.

She took in his scent into her lungs it was like drugs to her addicting like nicotine. His masculinity mixed with his spicy aftershave tingled her senses.

Whiskey placed a kiss on her shoulder. Her skin tingled as his facial hair grazed her skin. Jack moved to her neck teasing her with the lightest of kisses. Her eyes slipped shut and her head tilted back.

"Jack" His name left her lips in a breathy moan; she wanted him.

Whiskey left a trail of loving kisses down her torso then lingered for a while when he reached her lower abdomen causing Brandy to screw her eyes up to survey the scene.

Jack smirked as she meet his eyes then traced a finger on her wet heat causing her to bit on her lip and throw her head back.

She was more than ready for him. He plunged one finger into her earning a gasp from the brunette in his grip. She was slick and tight, ready for everything he had planned.

She bit onto her lip suppressing a moan as he brushed his thumb over her clit.

A frustrated groan escaped her. She took a hold of his hand swatting it away catching Whiskey off guard.

She wrapped her legs around him, twisting her hips so she could be on top.

Whiskey watched her every move closely.

Her long legs straddling his hips. His tip of his hard length brushed against her wet heat.

Brandy wrapped her palm around his length whilst showering him with kisses. Her long hair brushing his tan skin.

She pushed herself down his length slowly causing her to gasp. Jack cursed under his breath. His hands came to rest on her hips as she became accustomed to his size again.

Brandy movements quickened with each thrust he made, the blissful look Whiskey had loved too much crept onto her face. A sense of pride washed over Jack.

Once he was sure she was comfortable, one of his hands gripped the back of her thigh and his other arm slipped around her waist. He flipped them over so he hovered over her, one hand rested by her face holding his weight up the other held onto her thigh, his thumb stroking her soft flesh.

He captured her lips in a passionate kiss; she matched his passion with every fibre of her being.

He thrust deep into her, her hands moved to cup his face as his lips assaulted hers. His long and power strokes were making her body tremble, she tried to match him stroke for stroke.

She wrapped one leg around his hip, her heel digging into his back as his thrusts turned possessive and needy in a split second. She was close; her nails dug into his shoulders as her hands slipped from his face.

Helena gripped tightly onto his shoulders as he body began to shake.

Brandy could see fire and greed burning within Whiskey's eyes as he coaxed her towards the edge.

His thrusts matching hers with more power than she could muster up.

Helena raked her nails up his back as the coil of passion deep within her body erupted and washed over her like a tidal wave.

Brandy couldn't hold back the breathy moan that escaped her lips, the ecstasy that rushed over her spun her mind.

A low guttural groan tore from Jack's chest followed by a string of curse words, he plunged into her one last time before

Whiskey loosen his grip on her as he tried to catch his breath collapsing beside her.

He gathered her into his arms and pressed a kiss against her forehead, their breathing still shallow and laboured.

Brandy's chest sank and rise, her eyelids getting heavy.

The brunette smiled sheepishly pushing herself close to Whiskey.

She hooked her legs on his and rested her head on his chest immediately hearing his quick heartbeat calm down.

Jack caressed his fingers on Brandy's cheek planting a kiss on top of her head taking in her sweet scent that smelt like warm vanilla that he loved too much.

Brandy's long lashes tickled his skin as it fluttered slower and slower. Her eyes getting heavy; drowsiness taking over her.

Helena turned in her sleep opening her arms in search of the familiar wall of muscle beside her. A frown pulled on her face as she felt nothing but an empty spot next to her causing her to open her eyes.

Brandy surveyed the bed to realize she was now alone. She sighed not believing Whiskey left her in the middle of the night without saying goodbye.

But the familiar smell of cigarette smoke told her other wise.

Pulled herself up to see the back of Whiskey's head as he sat on the couch. Ice clinking as he drink the whiskey he brought; the bottle almost half done indicating he was awake for sometime.

Brandy pulled herself up to her feet grabbing Whiskeys shirt off the floor and pulled it on.

She tiptoed and stopped right behind him. The brunette wrapped her arms around Whiskey, resting her chin on his shoulder.

"You know thats bad for you." Brandy pointed at the cigarette in Whiskeys hand.

The older man didn't reply, Brandy was right and he couldn't protest.

He pressed the cigarette in between his lips and cupped his hand on the back of Helena's head.

Brandy pulled away and walked over the couch making Jack scoot over to make space for her.

Helena tucked her long legs under her as she faced Whiskey who looked like deep in thought.

It didn't take a genius to to know something was bothering him.

Brandy took the cigarette from his mouth without warning and brought it to her lips, taking a drag.

Whiskey smirked shaking his head as she handed it back to him.

"Now what are you thinking about?" She asked resting her head on his shoulder.

He took another drag of his cigarette this time taking his time stalling so he didn't had to answer.

"You know you can tell me anything." Brandy informed lacing her fingers with his.

She didn't like anyone to mope or be sad proven by what she did for Eggy earlier and she didn't even know him that well.

So imagine what she felt seeing Whiskey in this state. She felt something for him whatever it was.

Whiskey sighed and put the cigarette butt in the now empty glass.

"Nothing those people at the festival they were all high on somethin' I cant believe drugs are so easy to get now a days."

Brandy lifted her head and glued her eyes on Whiskey's face. A serious expression on it.

His tone broken like there was something behind his words and Brandy new what it was all about.

Whiskey had a wife before he joined the Statesmen. She was pregnant with his son but he never got to see him because she died, got caught between the crossfire of meth heads robbing a convenient store.

"Thats why we do this job right? To get rid of the scum of the earth?"

"Yeah but I can't do it fast enough" he told her with a heavy sigh.

"Take it one day at a time."

Whiskey glued his eyes on the woman beside him, trying to read the expression on her face as she looked down bitting her lip her own thoughts consuming her.

She remembered her late parents that she both lost in the hands of bad people, monsters that destroyed a family.

Her mother died when she was a mere baby by a crime lord who her father crossed wanting to get to her father through her mother and of course her father fueled by revenge died in action.

Those were the reasons why she wanted to be a statesman to rid the earth from bad people. No child deserved what she had to go through and she did not want anyone else to experience the same thing.

And it may also be reason why she didn't want to have a relationship she was scared to lose someone again.

Her gaze fell heavy on Whiskey and smiled slightly looking at his devilishly handsome face.

Brandy knew the consequences of the Job and she sure as hell did not want anyone to hurt Whiskey to get to her or vice versa.

"Are you thinking of her?" Helena asked softly unsure how he was going to react since Jack only spoke of his late wife rarely and or if he was drunk.

He looked at her a blank expression on his face as he just silently sat there unresponsive.

It was clear he still blamed himself of what happened after all this years and Brandy just wanted to help him. She wanted to take all his burdens if she could.

"Don't ever think it was your fault because it's not okay?" She told him with a small smile, circling her thumb on his hand.

"I just wished I could have prevented it."

"I'm sorry Jack." Brandy says squeezing on his hand tighter not knowing what else to say.

"You don't need to apologize Sweetheart, it's not your fault."

Whiskey brushed his finger on Brandy's jaw and lifted her chin.

He parted his lips and pressed it between her lower lip.

She kissed him back cupping his cheek smiling into the kiss.

Whiskey slightly parted away to brush his nose on hers, moving his lips onto her forehead leaving a loving kiss.

Brandy stood up silently and opened her palm towards Whiskey beckoning him to give her his hand.

He smiled and took it letting Brandy lead him back to bed.

But he picked her up bridal style and in response Brandy tucked her hands on the back of his head placing her lips on his in steamy passion.

Whiskey walked back to the bed and tossed her onto the mattress making her giggle.

"You look better in that than I do." Whiskey told her as he tucked a hand in his shirt that Brandy was now wearing.

Brandy slightly brushed her finger on his chin before placing a kiss on his lips, running a hand on his messy hair.

She looked deep into his eyes caressing his cheek, wanting to say something.

"Stay here tonight."

Jack's eyes widen as he heard her say those words. Soon an unconcealable smile tugged on his face, holding her tighter.

Whiskey knew Brandy liked the whole sleeping together thing but not really the sleeping together part.

So hearing those words come out of her mouth was a big deal.

"What about your rules?" He asked her to be sure.

Brandy pulled away slightly so she could look at him better. She grazed her slender finger on his jaw before leaving a kiss on his lips.

"Fuck the rules." She smirked at him, hooking her arms around his shoulders.

Whiskey pressed his forehead on her pulling his hand out of her shirt to wrap his arms around her, turning them around so Brandy could rest her head on his chest.

He planted one last kiss on top of her head. His grip on her loosen as he let the drowsiness take over his body.

It felt nice to hold someone again and actually sleep together. No one needed to sneak out in the middle of the night nor was it a target they had no feelings for. It was the best sleep they had in years for the both of them.

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