Chapter 45 - Daisy Johnson
Events in this chapter occur during Season 2, episode 18, and may use portions of dialogue from the episode. This chapter is NSFW (because smuthanger).
"I love you," Skye gasped out between heated kisses, scrabbling frantically at Brock's clothes. He was more than happy to peel them off, helping her to remove her own, lifting her and carrying her over to the bed. Laying her down gently, he eased down beside her, slipped his hand between her eagerly parted legs.
"You wet for me, love?"
Closing her eyes, Skye sighed and shifted against his hand, her fingers walking their way down across his muscled stomach. "Always."
His teeth closing unexpectedly on her nipple made her gasp and shudder, arching up into the bite as he tugged gently, and then soothed the sharp pain with his tongue. Her hand closed around his cock, slid up and down slowly.
"I want to taste you," they both said simultaneously, and then laughed.
"I'm sure we can manage that. Come sit on my face, baby," Brock rolled to his back, licked her slick off his fingers. "Mm, you taste so good." The words were delivered in a husky growl that sent pleasurable shivers through Skye's whole body, and she hastily climbed over him, forced by his broad shoulders to spread her knees very wide - which was just the way Brock liked it. His tongue was swiping long strokes through Skye's cleft before she'd even braced her hands on the bed and leaned down to mouth at his cock.
Skye gasped, struggled to focus, but the mindlink they shared made it even more difficult, because she could feel Brock's blissful happiness at making her feel good in addition to the messages her body was sending to her brain. She rested her forehead against his stomach for a moment.
"Brock," she mumbled, felt him chuckle against her.
"Distracted, my love? It's all right." He was more than happy just pleasuring her; didn't need her mouth on him to enjoy himself.
The temporary respite she got when he took his mouth off her to speak, though, enabled Skye to clear her head just enough, and soon she was joining in enthusiastically, her tongue curling around the thick, flushed head of Brock's arousal, taking him into her mouth to see how much of his cock she could get down her throat, listening happily to his throaty moans and contributing plenty of her own as his tongue and lips worked her clit.
It wasn't long before they both reached a peak, Skye's tremors driving Brock over the edge. She swallowed down the hot spurts of semen that jetted into her throat, groaning around him as her body shook. Neither of them let up with their attentions, though, Brock gentling the strokes of his tongue as Skye became briefly too sensitive, she licking him clean and then proceeding to suck him back to full arousal again. In short order he was pulling her off, lifting her easily and sitting up, pulling her down onto his lap with her back against his chest, filling her with one deep, torturously slow thrust.
Skye cried out and arched back against him, his strong hands on her breasts squeezing and rolling her nipples just up to the edge of pain, his hot mouth sucking a bruise into her neck, stubble rasping tender flesh. She didn't try to urge him faster, knowing he'd take his time in a mood like this. She just circled her hips in his grasp and enjoyed the groan it drew from him; she felt the vibration against her skin where his lips refused to leave her throat.
Brock guided her hips with his hands, teasing her with the slow, teasing glide of his cock into her body. She whimpered and mewled, her head falling back onto his shoulder as their pleasure built slowly between them.
"Play with your clit," he rasped into her ear, voice heavy with command. "But slow. No coming yet."
She moaned again at his words. Without opening her eyes, her hand slid up her thigh until her fingers found their way to her sensitive nub. She touched it softly, circling around it; obeying him implicitly, knowing that he could feel everything she could and that he'd know if she even thought about trying to "cheat."
Brock groaned as he watched her fingers move slowly and parted his legs just enough to force hers wider as she sat on him. "Good girl," he rumbled, and she gasped. "So fucking hot."
"So I only get to play with myself when you can see?" she teased, her voice a husky moan. The memory flashed between them of the night in the cabin when she'd started without him and he'd spanked her for it.
"Only when I can participate," he corrected her with a nip against the smooth skin of her throat. "Since you know fucking well what it does to me, that I can feel you and that it's damned distracting."
She pouted, but couldn't keep it up long as he thrust hard into her, making her moan again. "Please, Brock, I'm gettin' close," she choked out.
"I know," it was a low rumble in his chest. "Don't try to reach for it. Just - let it happen." He was barely moving inside her now, just slight twitches of his hips. "Relax into it."
Relaxing right now seemed impossible; she was strung so tightly. But she tried to slow her breathing, focussed on softening her body, on letting each muscle go lax until she was limp against him, her finger just pressing lightly against her clit. And then - it happened.
"That's it," Brock breathed against Skye's neck. "There. You feel that?"
She could; it felt like the tide coming in, waves breaking over her slowly at first, then faster and higher even though neither of them were even moving. Each slow exhale came out with a moan now and she could hear Brock making the same sounds, his cock pulsing slowly inside her as their mutual orgasm went on and on and on, longer than she could ever have thought possible.
"Fuuuuuck," Brock hissed out at last, collapsing limply to the bed, Skye still held close to him, their bodies still joined. She made an incoherent noise in reply, and for long minutes they just lay close, eyes closed, listening to the sound of each other's heart beating.
At long last Brock nuzzled a kiss into Skye's hair and slipped from her gently, reaching for a blanket and covering her with it as she shivered suddenly with the loss of his body heat. She rolled over to smile up at him, her eyes soft and loving, and he caressed her cheek gently, neither of them in need of words to tell each other how they felt.
"Daisy," Jiaying entered the room without knocking, and immediately whipped around again. "Oh - I'm - I'm sorry!"
"Skye's in the shower," Brock unhurriedly buttoned his pants. "Can I help you, ma'am?" He refused to be embarrassed when Jiaying's poor manners were to blame. Seriously, they were soulmates, what did Skye's mom think they did in a shared room early in the morning? She was lucky she hadn't walked in on their lovemaking.
"I need to speak with her," Jiaying said quietly, risking a glance around and seeing Brock pulling on his shirt. "I apologise for barging in." There was no blush on her scarred face, and Brock couldn't help but wonder if she'd done it deliberately. Creepy thought. She looked the same age as he was, or younger, though she had to be much older if it was true that Whitehall had held her captive during World War Two.
He shrugged. "Doesn't bother me. Is it urgent? She does like a long shower, but I can let her know through our link if you need."
"No - well, yes, a little. I thought she would want to say goodbye to Cal."
Several things fell into place for Brock. "Ah. I wondered. So last night was something of a farewell dinner. Does Cal know you're sending him away?"
Jiaying gave him the first look of respect he'd received from her so far. "No. His reaction might be - unfortunate."
"So might Skye's," Brock pointed out. "Last night was the closest thing she's ever felt to having a real family. And now you're breaking it up."
Jiaying didn't answer that. After a moment she said abruptly; "Why don't you call her Daisy? It must be on your body, you would have waited your whole adult life for her…"
"When and if she lets me know that she would like me to use the name Daisy, I will," Brock shrugged again. "Skye is the name she chose for herself; I think it suits her. It doesn't matter what name she uses. She is the only thing that matters to me in this world; her wish is my command."
Any other mother in the world would have looked happy to hear a declaration like that. Jiaying looked as though he'd deliberately said something to offend her.
The shower in the adjacent bathroom shut off, and Brock sent Skye a quick mental alert not to walk out naked, as he knew she would quite likely do, utterly comfortable around him as she was.
Emerging from the bathroom fully dressed a couple of minutes later, Skye smiled at Jiaying. "Good morning, Mom."
"Good morning, Daisy." Jiaying smiled back, glanced at Brock as though she expected him to leave. He folded his arms and smiled at her. She'd learn soon enough that he and Skye came as a set. After a moment, Jiaying firmed her lips and turned away, apparently deciding to ignore him. She drew Skye's arm into hers, smiled at her.
Brock listened quietly, without interrupting, as Jiaying and Skye talked. He saw Jiaying glance at him when Skye protested Cal's being sent away. Well, he'd warned her.
"We're taking him home," Jiaying tried to reassure Skye.
"It doesn't matter," Skye said, visibly distressed. "He'll feel abandoned, and people will get hurt."
"Those people aren't my concern," Jiaying said coldly, and Brock thought, Aha, now we're hearing the truth. You really don't give a shit about anyone outside your own little enclave.
"Well, they're ours!" Skye said hotly, looking at Brock, who nodded for Jiaying's benefit. "We're SHIELD agents!"
Jiaying tried to mollify Skye; to no avail. Brock could have told her it wouldn't work. While Skye's safety was his first priority, he too didn't want to see an enraged Cal let loose on an unsuspecting civilian population.
"Let me go with him," Skye begged. "I'll talk to him. I'll soften the blow - let him know that I'll visit, that he hasn't lost us forever."
Jiaying appeared to consider it. "I cannot let you both leave Afterlife at the same time," she glanced at Brock. "Neither of you are fully trained yet."
You just want to make damned sure Skye comes back, Brock thought cynically. Aloud, he said "Cal wouldn't really want me around anyway, and I know that Skye can take care of herself. And that Gordon can collect her at a moment's notice if necessary."
Jiaying agreed to that stipulation. Brock followed her when she left the room, telling Skye he was going to collect some food for them.
"I understand why you want me to stay here when Skye goes," he said quietly, "but if any harm comes to her when I'm not there to protect her, there is nothing in this world that will save you from my anger."
Jiaying stared at him for a moment, and then inclined her head slightly. "What would you have me do?"
"Have someone keep a real close eye on them. If Cal figures out what's going on, he might even strike out at Skye, and she wouldn't want to hurt her father. Send someone who can keep her safe."
Jiaying considered for a moment. "Lincoln?" she suggested. "You've seen his offensive capabilities, and he's not afraid to use them. He likes Skye, he'll look after her."
Brock agreed. It wasn't until after they'd gone their separate ways that it occurred to him that Jiaying might be trying to make him jealous, might be trying to match Skye and Lincoln up, which was a completely insane idea. Even if Lincoln was attracted to Skye, she had nothing more than feelings of friendship for the young Inhuman, Brock was well aware of that. What the hell is Jiaying's game? Something here really doesn't add up.
He suspected he'd better be pretty careful of his personal safety whenever Skye wasn't around. If he should happen to suffer an unfortunate 'accident' - well, Jiaying might think that would play into her plans, whatever they were, nicely. She couldn't know the depth of their bond, couldn't have any idea that losing him would destroy Skye, just as the reverse was true. How could she not understand, though? Losing his soulmate and child had driven Cal to madness. Was Jiaying insane too, just in a less obvious way?
He didn't bother to hide his concerns from Skye. It felt too much like keeping secrets. And she knew very well that he felt the same way she did about Cal being cut adrift. Right now, she was too worried about that to delve into his concerns about Jiaying, but he suspected it was a conversation they were going to have to have when she got back.
They weren't telling Skye that Lincoln would be shadowing her, because Brock suspected she'd be annoyed that they didn't think she could take care of herself. Gordon was going to pop back and collect Lincoln after dropping Skye and Cal off in Milwaukee.
"You let any harm come to her," Brock warned as he and Lincoln waited for Gordon's return, "and you'd better spend the rest of your life running, boy."
"Yessir," Lincoln nodded, quite respectfully. "I'll look after her if there's any trouble. I promise."
Gordon reappeared just then. "Well, come on," he said to Lincoln, "haven't got all day."
Brock watched as the two men disappeared in a blue flash. Sighing and shaking his head, he turned to walk away. He intended to spend the day in a practice area he and Lincoln had set up, refining his abilities with his eyes. Something made him turn his head to the side, though, and he saw a shadowy figure backing away around the corner of a building.
Jiaying, was his first thought, and then he realised, no. It was Raina.
And there's something else very odd. With a sigh and shake of his head, Brock headed to the practice area. He didn't intend to do too much today, wanting to keep his mind clear so that he could focus on his bond with Skye, would be able to tell if she needed him. He knew very well that she planned to call Coulson if at all possible, find out what the hell was going on with SHIELD and warn them that Cal was going to be on the loose.
His practice was going reasonably well when he became aware that Skye had managed to make her call to Coulson. He blinked for a moment as he realized that her pickpocketing skills were almost as good as his own. Then he chuckled, thinking good work to her.
A little while later, he heard her think, Daisy Johnson. When he asked, she told him, That would've been my name. If…
Wouldn't have mattered, he assured her silently. I'd have loved you just as much as Daisy as I do now with my Skye.
He knew his thought made her smile, but she turned her thoughts back to her conversation with her father before her distraction could be noticed.
A step on the wooden floor nearby made Brock startle out of his near-meditative state, and he spun swiftly. His eyes widened as he saw the hooded figure freeze just inside the door.
"Raina."
"Agent Rumlow." She made no move to come further into the room, and he stood, arms folded, looking at her.
"Well?" Brock said finally. "I'm assuming you came to find me for a reason."
She was staring at him, her weird golden eyes searching his face. "I saw you in my dreams last night," she said finally.
"Forgive me if I'm not flattered, but I'm not interested in anyone except my soulmate," Brock said dryly.
Raina's mouth tightened. "Ah yes, the lovely Daisy." There was venom in her voice. "Tell me, how did she retain her beauty and I got this?" she gestured a spined hand at her face.
"Maybe it's something to do with the outer shell reflecting inner beauty," Brock said coldly. "Don't think that I've forgotten how you sold Agent Simmons out to HYDRA, Raina. Or how you helped Ward take Skye off the Bus. The only reason I haven't killed you yet is that I'm a guest here and it would be an abuse of our hosts' hospitality if they had to scrub your blood off the walls."
Raina stood still, watching him warily. "I understand your anger," she said, "but I was doing what I felt I had to, at the time."
"Yeah. How's that working out for you, Raina? You just had to take the Obelisk down into the temple, and yet you don't seem too happy with the result. Don't you dare blame Skye for…" he stopped talking, suddenly, as he felt a sudden spike of panic from Skye. "Skye?"
"Rumlow?" Raina said curiously. He held a hand up to silence her, turning his concentration inwards, focussing to see through Skye's eyes.
Frozen with fear for Skye, he could only watch as she and Lincoln fought HYDRA agents; watch as Mike Peterson appeared - and what the hell was he doing there? - and stare with utmost horror as he saw Coulson apparently working with Ward.
"Skye," Brock whispered as Ward stepped towards her, an intent look on his face. Brock felt Skye's revulsion, her horror; and then there was a blessed flash of blue and Gordon appeared. Scant seconds later there was another blue flash and Skye's vision showed a view Brock knew; one barely fifty yards from where he now stood.
He almost knocked Raina down bolting out the door.
A few folks have asked how Brock's presence will affect what happens with Raina. Things will definitely be a bit different, but you'll have to stay tuned to find out how. No spoilers, my dears! And yes, while Agents of SHIELD resumes again next week, we will NOT be following ANY S3 canon. We are entirely divergent from the end of S2.
