When Phil had first met Darcy Lewis it had not been some love at first time stuff. He had hardly even noticed her, if he was honest. She had been Dr. Foster's intern; a typical college student doing whatever was needed to graduate. Even when she had been throwing a fit about her iPod to any and everyone who would listen, he hadn't really marked her.

It hadn't been until later, when he had been cataloging a box of Dr. Foster's notes and found Lewis's iPod, that he had even spared a thought for her. He had picked up the small, scratched up device with a quirk of his lips. Snapping the earphones firmly into place, he slipped them on and tested out a sample of her music. To say he was surprised was an understatement. He had figured the player would be filled with all the top 40 hits or albums of the most popular bands. It had a few of those of course, but beyond that he found a handful of jazz, classical, and 70's soft rock. One playlist caught his attention and he had opened it to find a selection of big band and electro-swing.

It might have been unprofessional of him, but he had kept back the iPod for a few days. He had only returned it a couple of days after Thor had left. He had entered the "lab" to find the owner of the device curled up on a chair, beanie pulled firmly down over her brows.

He had taken a moment to observe her. To most people she would be invisible. She was unremarkable in every way. Her clothes slightly too big, the colors jewel-toned instead of bright. She wasn't bland, but she wasn't someone that would stand out in a crowd either. Her clothes also made it harder to determine her age. Had he not taken a look at the file Shield had compiled of her, he would never had thought her to be in her twenties.

While he had been observing her, it turned out she had been doing the same to him from beneath her beanie. She had called him out on his staring, and the conversation that had followed had been one filled with dry wit and innuendo. He had given her the iPod and left, but that hadn't been the last time he had thought about her.

He had made a note in her file that night, one made for the Director's eyes only, suggesting that the young Miss Lewis should be observed. That carefully created remarkableness, and it was created, could be an asset to Shield down the line. He had been correct, but at the time he hadn't known it would involve him.

When he had been brought back, then given a team, he had spared a momentary thought to the girl. But he had dismissed it immediately. Her file, now much fuller, remarked about her intelligence. Still, he wasn't sure where she would fit, mostly after Skye had joined. There had been no need for two hackers on the Bus. It hadn't been until he realized just how much a handful it would be having his very own pair of scientists to care for.

So, he had tracked her down in a small apartment in her hometown. He had been surprised that she had not stayed with Dr. Foster, as she had seemed to have a friendship with the other woman. Still, it made his job easier.

It had taken awhile, one where he had to dodge her taser and various other objects until she believed he was actually him and not some alien copycat. Soon enough he had convinced her to join his team, though only after he promised her a trip to her favorite frozen custard shop. With the lingering taste of cinnamon chocolate on his lips, he had escorted her onto the Bus, only to find his arm punched. She was looking up at him with a pout on her lips, exclaiming about him lying about the awesomeness of their transport.

Life after that was… interesting, to say the least. Darcy had dug her way into everyone's hearts, including his. Though that was later. He had grown close to her, and it had taken him awhile to realize that it was different than how he had with Skye. He had become protective, and indulgent, giving in to her every whim. Within reason of course. But still, most often there wasn't the end of a mission that didn't end up with him taking her for some sweet or other.

He had found himself frustrated with her as well. She spent so much of the time in pajamas instead of actual clothes. He knew it was silly, but it bothered him. He tried to convince her that not being ready for anything, which included wearing real clothes, was dangerous. That had gone over like a lead balloon. She had pointed out, correctly, that she was nothing but a glorified babysitter, there to make sure that everyone ate. She could do that in anything, thank you very much. It hadn't helped when the others agreed with her.

He knew she was right, she was no field agent, and he never wanted her to be. And when she had to leave the Bus she always dressed properly. So why not allow her some comfort while they were in the air? Because it unnerved him that was why.

She acted so immature sometimes, with the pajamas, candy, and cartoons. Her bunk was filled with stuffed dolls, one giant pink unicorn taking center stage. She had even issued mandatory Saturday Morning Cartoon Time. And that was what she even called it, though he was sure she had added several exclamation points to it in her head. But he knew that the whole childishness hid just how mature she really was. In fact, he would even put a bet on it that she was the most mature of all the team. She could handle things when the time came, and she held them all together when things went sideways.

He figured it was this that had made him fall in love with the woman. She was such a juxtaposition of traits piled up on one another. It was also why he tended to act like an idiot around her. He griped, he lectured, he even scolded. But he would justify it by citing the time that she had been kidnapped. That day had just about killed him, which meant he had just about killed the men that had done it. Had they harmed her in any way he would have, as it was he had sent one into a coma.

Everyone on the Bus knew, everyone but Darcy. She stayed completely ignorant to his feelings, and for a time that was the way he wanted it. There was no reason to compromise their friendship. But as May had pointed out, keeping things as they were was compromising him.

He sat now in his office, hands clutched tightly against his knees. He had lost control. That was the only thing he could think. The team had all left for some down time, leaving him in the bus with Darcy, and he had just lost control.

He had left his office with the intention of asking her if she wanted to go get some frozen custard or something, a tradition the two of them had since he had first recruited her. But the moment he stepped out and seen her sucking on one of those damned suckers he had lost his fucking mind.

Licking his lips now he could still taste that lingering bit of pink lemonade and musk from her mouth. He took a breath in, counting down from one hundred in order to calm himself. He shouldn't have done it, not without asking or talking with her. He expected her to come charging in there at any moment to smack him across the face. What he hadn't expected though was to feel two arms wrap around his neck as someone settled across his lap.

He looked at Darcy with wide eyes, swallowing at the heat over him. Just the same as him, she didn't speak. Keeping eye contact she removed the sucker from her mouth, and slowly ran it over his lips. She moved it one way and then the other, rolling it slightly as she went. A layer of sticky sweet candy covered his mouth, slowly seeping in to tickle his tongue.

His hands came up, pressing against her backside. He held her firmly as she played with the candy against him. Images of other ways they could play with that sucker flashed through his mind, and he couldn't help the growling moan that bubbled from his chest.

Darcy's reaction to that sound had been a soft exhale of breath. The sucker was soon tossed aside, her attention now fully on the pink tinged lips. She leaned forward, practically lapping the sweetness there. The action reminded him of a cat, and was just another endearing thing he could add to his list about her.

She pulled back, framed his face, and just smiled at him.

"So, does this mean that you'll take me to get more suckers when I'm out?"

He laughed and pulled her tighter into himself.

"Darcy, when have I ever said no to you?" He watched as she took a moment to think. He slipped one of his hands up her back, rubbing it up and down softly.

"Never…"

"Never. You make it very hard for me to deny you anything." His other hand squeezed, angling her hips perfectly.

"Alright, so I get to drive Lola then right?"

He gave a soft smack to her bottom. "Hm, well maybe almost anything."


Author's Note: Ok, so a bit later than I had planned to write it. But my muse wanted some fantasy AgentTaser, plus I was working on catching up on the show. I've finished fully season 4, but I still have to get caught up on this season.

I'm also working on a few other things, one that may include hot professor Coulson too.

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