A/N: Hi, everyone! This is my first ever fic and I really love (and ship) Philinda. Hope you guys enjoy reading!
He was never the ideal man that she imagined herself to be with. She imagined herself to be with a guy who hated classes and papers and home works and professors. She imagined herself to be with a guy who kicked ass in sparring sessions, had this stealthy muscular body she could always stare at all day. She imagined herself to be with a guy who would pull pranks on professors and would not be caught. She imagined herself to be with a guy who would always buy her a drink down at the bar not far from the Academy.
She just never imagined herself to fall in love with a guy who's the exact opposite of everything she imagined, except for the part wherein he'd buy her a drink.
To be fair, it was the same for him.
She was never the ideal woman that he imagined himself to be with. He imagined himself to be with a woman who loved home work, papers and would walk with him in the corridors going to their next classes together. He imagined himself to be with a woman whom he would tutor in academics and would debate on academic facts and matters. He imagined himself to be with a woman who's just a quiet angel, conforming with the rules and regulations of the Academy.
He just never imagined himself to fall in love with a woman who's the exact opposite of everything he imagined, except for the part wherein he had to tutor her in academics and debate why she would do her academic requirements.
For Melinda May and Phil Coulson, their relationship was a two-way street.
Melinda would drag Phil with her to train down the gym. Mats would be laid down so they could spar with each other, and she would coach him on his stance, forms, kicks and punches, and he would watch and learn her techniques after several times of being pinned down on the mat by a petite Asian woman. In the same way, Phil would drag Melinda with him to his dorm room to study. He would make reviewers for her, and he would teach her Calculus, History and Chemistry. She would listen and try to understand him teaching.
But both situations always go down to one result: them making out, either on the gym mats or on Phil's bed. On occasion, it would escalate into more than just tongues touching.
Some occasions, someone will have to walk in to their little moment and be scarred that the legendary Melinda May and Phil Coulson were on the gym mats making out or actually having sex. If that is the case, the couple would just laugh and continue their business, knowing that whoever student who had walked in would have no intention of telling anyone of their little biz…or else.
When they graduated, they both agreed to take a time off of S.H.I.E.L.D. for them to have a chance of a normal life. Both were aware of the consequences and the sacrifices they would have to make once they commit their lives to S.H.I.E.L.D., and as of the moment they threw their caps upwards, they decided to get a shot to settle for a normal life together.
"Is this the place?" Melinda asks, walking inside and taking a look at the apartment in Portland, Oregon. Phil had just told her that he had found a temporary place for them to live in, while both look for their jobs. From there, he said, they can move forward and perhaps enhance their place.
"Yup, this is it." Phil answers, facing his lover as he wraps his arms around her waist. Melinda wraps her arms around her neck and smiles at him.
"I love it." she says. Phil smiles and leans down and kisses her. Melinda pulls back and sighs contently. She rests her head on Phil's chest as the couple looks around the white nearly-empty space they now call their home. It's not that empty. The dining table is already there, and so are the kitchen counters, dressers, bed, and couches. He kisses the top of her head and pulls away from the embrace.
"Come on, let's officially turn this place into our home." Phil says, holding Melinda's hand as he pulls her downstairs to where the moving truck is.
After almost six hours of moving and placing, the two are lying down on the couch watching television. Melinda's head is on Phil's chest as his hand is resting on the curve of her waist.
"You know, Mel," Melinda hums, a sign that she's listening to him. "Not even twenty-four hours in this place and I feel like I'm home already." She turns away from the television so that she is now looking at him. "I mean, it's been years since we've been planning to actually have a home just for ourselves and I know this is not much but…it's actually a very great start."
Melinda smiles and strokes Phil's cheek with her fingers. She sits up and leans to kiss him. "We have a home for ourselves." she repeats him, her thumb softly stroking his cheek. Phil holds her hand and kisses it.
"Yes, we do."
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