A/N: hello all!
I somehow managed to write a 10 page paper, a 2 page paper, and complete a presentation in less than 24 hours….
Since that is done and I have some free time, behold a chapter!
I'm bumping the rating up to T for this one for a little lemon-y zest.
Enjoy ;)
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"I remember you fumbling quite a bit."
"I didn't know you very well back then. I didn't want to be presumptuous."
"You were undercover as my husband"
"Right, and I knew that we were on camera, so I had to sell that we were…"
"Oh yeah, you sold it. Took over two minutes to unhook my bra…"
Phil noticed it first, which was surprising.
No, not surprising. 'Surprising' made him sound like he was oblivious.
'Impressive' was probably the better word.
She had just slid into the back seat of the car-a company vehicle. The driver, a mean-looking dude with a scar over his eye, watched every move through the rear view window, which only creeped her out further. She pulled on the edges of her dress as she slid in, irritation rising at whose ridiculous idea it was to wear a dress in winter. Coulson must have seen her frustration, because he offered her a small smile as he slid in next to her, sympathy crossing his cerulean blues.
When the car door was shut, he interlaced his fingers through hers, a habit of the last five hours. They were supposed to be married, after all.
Beautifully done, agents. The familiar voice over comms was good to hear. Agent Rice was running back end for them. Going dark. Will contact you upon return to the hotel for extraction.
She clicked off, and they were left to their own devices, being watched by the creepy guy up front.
"We did it." She looked at him, mischief rampant in her dark eyes. There was a double meaning there, an undertone. They had gotten the intel, and gotten safely out. But, they had also successfully sold a manufacturing company that didn't actually exist to a terrorist organization. "I'm glad they enjoyed the site."
"Me too." Phil was watching her, arm draped over her seat back. Something caught his eye, and he frowned ever-so-slightly. It was gone before the driver even noticed.
Melinda did, however. When he leaned forward slowly, taking her chin between two fingers, she forced herself to trust whatever he was doing, despite the pounding of her own heart in her ears.
"We should celebrate." It was barely above a murmur, and it sent goosebumps trailing all down her arms.
She panicked briefly when he started trailing light kisses along her jawbone. Melinda had to force herself to relax.
"Bug." The whisper was barely audible, but she understood. It was why she didn't object when he slid her sweater down her bare shoulder to plant kisses on her collarbone. When she noticed the driver looking away disgusted, she giggled. Or it could have been that his breath as he kissed her neck tickled...she wasn't entirely sure.
Her sweater, on which a little audio bug was placed, was kicked rather unceremoniously under the seat.
Guys, we have a slight problem. Rice came back on comms. Apparently these guys have trust issues. At some point while you were downloading information, they planted bugs in your hotel room. We can't go in there to de-active them until we have the intel in SHIELD possession, otherwise they'll be onto you and your cover will be blown. Stay low. Keep up the act for the cameras. As soon as we have a strategy, i'll let you know. The comms went silent once again.
Phil reacted better than she did, kissing her hard on the mouth to cover their combined surprise and concern. But the suddenness of it, the intensity….it was a surprising twist from the usually dorky man she usually partnered with. It took her breath away. Her hands flew up to the sides of his face before she realized what she was doing. This 'take charge' side of him...it was kinda sexy.
She barely registered the car stopping at the entrance of the hotel, at least not until he pulled away and gave her a dorky smile.
He got out, then held out his hand for her, which she took. As they walked inside and got on the elevators, Rice came back on.
Alright guys, here's the plan. Go dark. Keep up whatever act for the camera. At some point, Agent Marks will come by with room service. Get the flash drive on the tray, then you can take out the cameras using an EMP. You should only need to stall for a few minutes, so come up with something good.
Good? What the hell did that mean? Did Rice somehow know that they had basically made out while on assignment? Because Melinda was still reeling from that fact herself.
The elevator, thankfully was empty. A brief scan showed no cameras.
"You can hit me later, I promise, but it was the only thing I could think of." He hissed in her ear.
"Can't say it was the best idea." she grumbled. On the inside, however, her heart was still pounding. Nobody had ever kissed her like that before.
And Phil...well they didn't know each other very well. She knew he had an obsession with Captain America and he knew about her idolization of Dorothy Hamill as a child, but that was it. They were friends. Partners.
Would this change that?
She tried not to dwell on it too hard. The prospect was... overwhelming. This was a mission. That was it.
The elevator halted and they got out on their floor, fingers still loosely intertwined. They didn't dare speak.
Once in the room, things between them went quiet.
The only way to describe it was like the energy in a storm cloud.
It was there, palpable, thick and just waiting to explode.
And explode it did.
Phil was pushed into the door roughly, lips colliding with hers before he could even protest. He flipped them, so she was against the metal. Her back arched as his arm wound around her waist, pulling her as close as possible. She pushed his jacket off of his shoulders, letting it drop to the ground, then pulled him back to her with his tie.
This was her revenge for the kiss in the car, teasing him, taking his breath away the way he did hers.
She tried to tell herself that is was all part of the act, that everything was meant to happen the way it did. In reality, she kind of lost control...something Melinda May rarely did.
He was suddenly lifting her off the ground, and she broke off the kiss in surprise. Her legs wrapped around his waist. She giggled for the second time that night. But his mouth didn't leave her skin. Instead, it traced down her jaw line much like it had before, stopping in the crook of her neck.
Somehow he got to the couch and practically fell into it, taking her down with him.
There was a slight change in him then.
The fiery kisses turned more tender. It was like he went from needing to strip her right there to wanting to take his time. Phil was stalling that way.
When he found the zipper of her dress, he languidly unzipped it, trailing his fingers lightly down her spine, not trying to rip it off. Instead he slid it slowly down her shoulders, taking her arms out of the sleeves. A chill went through her at his touch.
And then, he fumbled. For a while.
Her bra wasn't that complicated, was it?
Her impatience won out, and she reached behind to unclasp it. Her lips found his again, and he felt the light tap as the flash drive that she had stored in her bra fell into his lap. He nonchalantly grabbed it as he was placing his hand on her waist, then managed to slip it into his pocket.
Where the hell was Marks?
Melinda cursed internally, forcing herself back into reality. There wasn't much more they could do without crossing some very clear boundaries.
"You are beautiful."
At first, she wasn't quite sure if she actually heard him say it. Their eyes met, and she was surprised by the innocence written on his face. He was being totally and completely genuine, finger skimming along her bare shoulder. It caught her totally off guard.
The next kiss was sweet. There was a lingering intensity to it. It reminded her of her parents when she was a kid, when her father would kiss her mother goodbye in the early mornings. The kiss was a promise of something, and that terrified her.
A knock at the door. Her heart jumped in relief.
"Room service."
Phil made a big show of groaning and rolling his eyes as Melinda rolled off his lap and went about fixing her bra.
While he placed the drive on the tray, she re-zipped her dress out of view of the other agent. That was not a story she needed getting out.
Suddenly, the lights went out. She slumped in relief and grabbed her shoes from where they had apparently fallen on the floor.
Once his tie and jacket were fixed, they made their way downstairs.
2 hours later, they finished debrief.
Recounting the story….well it had been interesting…Several raised eyebrows had been thrown their way. And to their credit- neither of them blushed or faltered.
Afterwards, when they were told they were free to go, Phil caught up with Melinda in the hallway.
"Hey!" He called and she stopped, folding her arms in front of her expectantly. "Look, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have made you do it."
"You didn't make me do anything, Phil." She replied with a shrug. " But thanks…" she hesitated, "and for the compliment, too."
He blushed then, smile creeping up on his features. "I meant it."
Later, she would try to convince herself that the peck she gave him was a goodbye, as she was getting ready to leave for the French Alps for a month. She would even say it was just friendly-that that mission was just a mission and nothing more. That his kiss meant nothing…..
But damn who was she kidding…
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A/N: I've never written a sexy fic before, so no worries if you hated it…..
