Author's Note: I can't believe it's been almost 6 months since the last update! What the hell right? Anyway, here is a lovely new update for y'all and I hope you enjoy.
*WARNING* smut in the second half of the chapter.
you're welcome ;)
She watches as his fingers move deftly, tying the silken fabric into a knot as he tightens it to rest snugly at his throat.
"Do you have to go into work so soon?" She asks leaning forward towards her bent knees, leaving the bed's quilt sandwiched between her chest and her knees.
His eyes flicker over to her in the mirror as he smooths down his tie.
"After the disaster of last night there are a few things that I need to attend to. Also I'd like you to go out and perhaps get yourself a few more outfits today."
She frowns at that, entirely not excited to have to spend a day shopping - or rather being ignored. "I don't want to go shopping," she states looking away from his reflection in the mirror.
He pauses for a moment before continuing with getting dressed. "I thought women loved shopping?" He asks curiously, surprised by her reaction.
"The women in the stores weren't very nice to me," she shrugs refusing to look back at him in the mirror.
At her admittance he stops entirely and turns to face her.
"They were mean to you?" He asks, needing to clarify the situation as a hard look crosses his features.
She nods, eyes downcast and embarrassed by the situation. She is well aware of how most people regard her profession and knows that it's not what would be considered 'respectable', but she has her pride all the same and it hurts to be treated like she is worth less than a piece of gum stuck to the bottom of someone's shoe.
"Well, I guess I won't be heading into work so soon then," Phil says turning to pick up his phone.
A frown crinkles her brow as she is left unsure of what exactly he means by that. He doesn't elaborate however, instead dialling on his phone. She can only hear one side of the conversation but gathers from it that he has postponed his arrival at the office. Finishing his phone call, he turns to her with a slightly steely look in his eyes that she hasn't seen before.
"Get dressed and ready and then we'll head out," he says gently before leaving the room to provide her with some privacy.
She watches after his retreating form, questions still on her lips as she wonders what it is about this man that makes him different from all the rest. To most he seems quite unassuming, a powerful man of course with a great deal of influence, but he has more heart than she expected. Those that usually employ her services are hard men, men that crave power and control, men looking for an outlet to unleash their darkest desires and exert their dominance over another person. Phil Coulson is not like those men. From both the field that she works in and from difficult past experiences, she has learnt to read people. When she is with Phil and he is open with her, he is surprisingly warm and kind, something which she is not particularly used to. His sincerity is another matter altogether, the way in which he seems to genuinely care about her own needs is puzzling and she cannot honestly say that she understands why he seems to care about her well being so much. Afterall, she is only doing her job and he is paying her for it. From what she's experienced in life, she has learnt that the only thing people truly care about is themselves, and when push comes to shove, they will throw everyone else under the bus in order to secure their own best interests. Which is why Phil Coulson is such a mystery of a man to her.
Her skin itches as they walk down the street, all their stares burning into her back as she tries desperately not to pay attention to them.
"Everyone's staring," she mutters lowly, clinging close to Phil's side.
"They're looking at me," he says with confidence, barely sparing anyone else a glance as he continues on,
She knows it's not true, regardless of how much confidence Phil might have she knows that no one is truly looking at him unless it's in shock that he is consorting with company such as herself. They are all looking at her.
When they walk into the store that Phil has chosen as their place to throw money at, they are immediately greeted by the store manager. Phil doesn't even give him a chance to utter a word before he tells the man exactly what he is after.
"See this young woman," he turns to Melinda directing the man's gaze towards her. "Do you have anything in the store as beautiful as her?" He asks with a hard glint in his eyes that warms the man to tread carefully.
"Yes," the manager exclaims before carefully backtracking at the look on Phil's face. "I mean only things that are as beautiful as she would want them to be," he smiles desperate to impress Phil.
"Good," Phil tells the manager, assessing the man with cool blue eyes, "because we are going to be spending an obscene amount of money in here today."
The man practically squeals with excitement at Phil's words.
"And we will be needing some major sucking up," Phil adds incase the man wasn't already aware.
"Right," the man nods his understanding before calling upon the assistance of his three store assistants who immediately begin to shower Melinda in compliments and suggestions of what she might like.
Phil smiles at her from his position near the store counter as she looks over at him, a silent question asked in her eyes as she tilts her head towards one of the outfits the sales women are offering her. Almost imperceptibly he shakes his head no to which she smiles back at him before telling the women she'd prefer a different outfit. An hour goes by in much the same fashion, interspersed with phone calls from the office and Grant panicking over the phone at him about how desperately he needs to come into the office. When the manager sidles over to him enquiring about just how obscene an amount of money he would be spending today, he tells the man that they are planning to spend a hugely disgusting, obscene amount of money and reminds the man that they will be needing more sucking up. Of course he has to redirect the man's flatteries over to Melinda when he begins showering him in pretty words which is entirely not what he was after.
"Not me," tells the man with a raised eyebrow as he tips his head towards Melinda, "her."
The man smiles, brushing off the mistake easily as he returns over to where the women are 'oohing' and 'ahhing' over shoes. Phil manages another half hour in the store until he cannot postpone going into the office any longer.
"I have to head over to the office," he tells Melinda as he appears over her shoulder whilst she is leaning back on the low sofa. "Just a few hours but I should be home for dinner tonight."
She smiles with a nod and presses a quick kiss to his cheek before he leaves. The action is so oddly domestic that for a moment Phil is left reeling, unsure of what the rapid beating of his heart inside his chest means.
Armed with Phil's credit card, Melinda spends a few more hours in the store after he leaves which included a smothering of compliments and flatteries, along with two pizzas and a couple of Bellinis. At the end of the day she has a half dozen bags hanging from her arms, not to mention the numerous shoe boxes that Mr Mackenzie had kindly loaded up into the car for her. Having found herself a great many new outfits, Melinda had also picked up a lovely new tie for Phil which she'd eyed on the young male sales attendant who had gladly handed it over to her. It had swirls of different blues in the pattern, and she'd thought that the soft, lighter blues would be just perfect for highlighting Phil's beautiful baby blue eyes. It is only once she returns to the penthouse that she realises the thought is oddly sentimental and just slightly outside the norm for business associates. Because that is what they are, business associates, and anything that happens between them is strictly business. Of course that doesn't mean that they can't have fun, and she has just the idea of how they might have some when he comes home.
One important thing that she's learnt in her life is that timing is everything and it is certainly no exception for the surprise that she has planned for Phil. She's ready, waiting for him as soon as he opens the door and it's hard to contain the excitement bubbling inside her chest. Sometimes she wonders whether that excitement she feels at seeing him is normal, but she mostly just brushes it off as the thrill that comes from working with such a rich and powerful man.
"How was your day at work dear?" She asks him as he walks into the room, head bent down as he looks at the letters in his hand.
He raises his head at her greeting, eyebrows rising as he takes in the sight of her laid out in nothing but the tie she'd bought for him that day and pair of black heels, reclining in a chair at the dining table, feet crossed at the ankles and propped up on the table.
"I wanted to surprise you" she smiles at him, a seductive little smile.
His eyes roam over her as she leans back in the chair and drops her left leg to the floor, black stiletto heel settling with a click on the marble floor. He approaches her slowly, dropping his briefcase on the lounge along with the letters before moving to stand between her spread legs.
"I bought it for you," she tells him with the cutest little grin as she watches him eyeing the tie around her neck.
"But I like the way it looks on you," he looks at her with a hint of a boyish grin pulling at his lips as his fingers gently pick up the tie, thumb smoothing over the silk fabric.
She looks up at him through dark lashes as she sinks her teeth into her bottom lip. Reaching out he cups her cheek in his palm, leaning in closer to press his lips to her jaw as she tilts her head up towards him. The subtle fragrance of the sweet perfume she is wearing fills his senses as he presses his lips to her pulse point.
"God you're gorgeous," he mumbles against her skin as he reaches a hand down between her legs, spreading the wetness between her thighs and making her gasp softly as she tilts her hips into his touch. "So wet."
Her only response is a soft whine as he presses a single finger into her, his thumb circling her clit as the slightly rough fabric of his suit jacket brushes against the silky soft skin of her thighs. She moans quietly as he slips another finger into her, pressing into her deeper and curling them against the spot inside her that makes stars appear behind her eyelids.
"Phil," she sighs softly as he palms one of her breasts in his hand, kneading the flesh and pinching occasionally as she arches into his touch.
His lips move over her neck, pressing open mouthed kisses to her exposed jugular as she tilts her head back for him, bucking slightly beneath him as he bites at her pulse. A moment later her feels a rush of wetness slip down his fingers as her walls tighten around them, a low keening noise leaving her throat as she comes. He keeps his fingers moving, carrying her through her orgasm until she opens her eyes to looks at him, a smile on her lips.
"Hungry?" She asks as he removes his fingers from her, tilting her head in question towards the other end of the table were it has been set for dining.
"For you," he replies in a growl, voice deepened by his arousal.
She smirks up at him as she reaches a hand out to cup the front of his trousers, eyebrow raising as she feels the hardness of his erection straining against the fabric.
"Well perhaps we should eat something," she looks at him teasingly through dark lashes as her nimble fingers begin deftly undoing the belt and button of his trousers before dragging down the zip.
His usually blue eyes are now dark with lust, pupils blown wide as her watches her lean forwards as she pushes him back slightly to stand up straight. Gentle fingers tug down the fabric of his trousers, closely followed by his boxers before his cock is engulfed in the most wonderful wet heat as Melinda takes him down her throat in one swift motion. Almost unconsciously he fists a hand in her hair, the silky dark strands clenched tightly in his fingers as he tries to keep himself from thrusting into her mouth as she gently cups his balls in one hand, the other hand with fingers firmly pressing into his ass as she holds him in place, head bobbing.
"Melinda," he manages to grind out between his teeth as he struggles to keep his control.
She pauses for a moment to look up at him, lips still wrapped around his cock and it takes all his self control not to just come down her throat. It's one of the hottest things he has ever seen.
"I want you over the table," he tells her, missing the warmth of her mouth as she releases him with a wet pop and rises to her feet with a mischievous smile as she maintains eye contact.
"Like this?" She asks teasingly, positioning herself over the table, bent at the waist and resting on her forearms as she pushes her ass out towards him with a naughty little grin as she looks at him over her shoulder.
He barely manages to keep in the groan that wants to escape him at the sight of her spread out before him, waiting for him to take her as he hurriedly slips on the condom retrieved from his wallet.
"Perfect," he whispers in her ear, breath warm on her skin before he pushes himself inside her without any further warning.
She arches against him with a breathless cry as he unexpectedly enters her, her back pressing against his still clothed chest as his hands settle at her hips holding her flush against him.
"Phil," she pleads desperately as he holds still inside of her feeling her walls fluttering around him as her body takes its time to adjust around him.
What she's pleading for she's not entirely sure but all she knows is that it's intense and she wants more.
"Please," she whispers quietly as she lets her head drop down, hair falling in a curtain shrouding her face.
Something about the way she whispers the word strikes a chord within him and for a moment he believes that she actually wants him. Only him. Pressing his lips to her skin he places a kiss between her shoulder blades right along her spine before he begins slowly thrusting his hips. He curls a hand in her hair, drawing it over one of her shoulders to allow him access to her neck where he presses open mouthed kisses. A low moan breaks from her throat as he tightens his hand in her hair tilting her neck to the side to expose more of her deliciously soft skin. The sound triggers some sort of primal desire within him making him tug slightly on the dark strands of her hair in his grasp as he bites at the junction between her shoulder and neck eliciting a gasp from her that only drives him on further.
"Harder," she begs him desperately in a voice roughened with arousal.
He doesn't need to be asked twice and in a split second he is pistoning his hips faster, pounding into her harder as she cries out beneath him. The sound goes straight to his cock but he'll be damned if he doesn't make her come with him. Reluctantly relinquishing his hold of her hair, he reaches around to rub quick hard circles roughly against her clit as he struggles to hold on to the last of his control. His other hand holds tight to her waist, keeping her in place and pulling her back towards him when he pushes his hips forwards. It takes only a couple of moments before she crests with cut off cry, almost slumping against the table as her knees threaten to give out. He follows her seconds later, continuing to thrust both of them through their orgasms as he keeps his hands firm on her waist holding her up against him.
"So perfect," he whispers against her skin as he presses gentle kisses along the length of her spine.
She merely lets out a soft groan beneath him, content to let him hold her, too spent to really care about what is going on around her other than the fact that she just experienced one of the most amazing orgasms of her life. He chuckles lowly and she can feel the rumbling vibrations travel through her from his chest to her back. Vaguely she is aware of the fact that he's still inside her even though he's already gone soft. She thinks that he must be uncomfortable in the spent condom but doesn't bother to say anything about it, and in some ways it feels almost more intimate than the amazing sex that they just had. If he wants to do anything about it he will she tells herself as she just enjoys the feeling of being cocooned by his body. It's just the warmth of him she tells herself. Nothing more.
It takes several minutes before either of them say anything and he finally leaves her to dispose of the condom.
"So I take it it was either a really good or a really bad day at work then?" She asks him teasingly when he returns, a playful smirk in place even though her body is mourning the loss of his warmth.
"Something like that," he smiles at her with that cute boyish grin that makes something flutter in her chest.
She smiles back at him and it's several moments more before either of them break the silence that has fallen over them. Undoing and removing the tie from around her neck she loops it around his neck, pulling Phil down to her level where she then places a light kiss on his nose.
"Come join me in the bath?" She asks, eyes sparkling with mischief.
He releases a chuckle as he wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her body flush against his.
"I'd love to," he replies simply before returning her gesture and placing a sweet kiss on her nose.
A/N
So I contemplated including the bath scene but decided I'll put it in the next chapter instead. Let me know what you thought and if you're still enjoying the story, I know I have massive breaks between updates but I'm not giving up on this story yet so please don't give up on me. Throw me a bone and drop me a comment :)