Title: Cohabitation
Author: Alysia
Rating: M for mature. It's been a while since I've written any sort of smut and I decided to flex my muscles and see if I still have it.
Summary: Established Dousy. Daisy Johnson was a master hacker, an expert thief, an excellent marksman, master martial artist and an expert spy and tactician. Her culinary skills on the other hand, were sub-par, as Daniel would soon learn.
Disclaimer: I don't own any characters familiar to Marvel.

As soon as he'd stepped off the elevator, he'd heard the sound of a fire alarm, which living in an apartment building, wasn't that uncommon. However, as he passed the other doors, he quickly realized the sound was coming from his apartment! Unlocking his door and rushing towards the source of the commotion, Daniel Sousa stopped, wide eyed upon seeing the smoke-filled kitchen. He watched as his girlfriend…no, his fiancé, rushed from the oven towards the sink and winced at the loud clatter when she dropped the source of the smoke into it.

Tossing the heating pads onto the counter, Daisy Johnson turned on the faucet and drenched the no longer edible meal. "Damn it," she muttered. "Controlling my powers was easier than this." It had been, hadn't it? Of course, it hadn't been an easy feat at the time…

His eyes raked around the room for the dish towel he normally had hanging from various cabinet doors. When he finally spotted it, he used it to wave the smoke away from the smoke detector. When the incessant beeping finally stopped, he made his way towards the small window in the room and opened it in effort to air out the room before he turned his attention back on her. "I take it that was dinner?"

"I'm sorry," she apologized softly, turning off the water and hanging her head.

Approaching her, he embraced her and kissed her forehead. "It's okay," he replied simply, easily dismissing the event. "We have a drawer full of takeout menus."

"Yeah, I'm aware," Daisy mumbled before she turned back to the sink. "I'll clean this up if you want to order something."

She appeared to be more upset than he would have assumed one would be for burning dinner. "Hey, what's wrong?" He asked when she stepped out of his hold.

Immediately, shook her head in negative. "Nothing, it's fine. I'm fine," she denied in what she hoped was a convincing tone as she turned on the water and began moving the dishes around.

He pursed his lips, not believing her for a moment. "Then why don't I believe you?" He inquired, watching as her shoulders slumped. "Daisy, what's wrong?" When she didn't speak, he stepped up behind her and turned off the sink. It was only then, that he heard a sniffle. Gently spinning her around to face him, he used his index finger to tilt her chin up. "Daisy?" He asked softly.

"I can't cook."

Thinking back on the last time that Daisy cooked for them, he pointedly looked around the room. "Yes, I'm beginning to realize that," he replied dryly.

She knew he was attempting to lighten her mood, but it ended up having the opposite effect and she frowned. "You don't understand."

He hesitated momentarily, considering the best way to proceed. She was obviously upset about something, and jokes were not going to make the situation any better. "Then explain it to me," he implored, wanting to know what was bothering her so badly.

"How can I possibly get married and eventually have a family when I can't even cook?" She stared into his eyes. "I never had to learn, you know? I've been living at SHIELD bases for a majority of my adult life. And before that, I lived out of my van so…my culinary prowess never really progressed farther than learning to use a microwave." Of course, there were times when she helped to keep something from burning, but she'd never been responsible for an entire meal by herself.

"What, you think you'll be the only woman to get married before learning to cook? You'll learn," he encouraged.

She shook her head in negative. If only it were that simple… "What if I'm not cut out for a life on the home front?" She inquired then, finally putting her fear into words. It had been weighing on her mind since he'd first proposed. Or rather, it had been on her mind since her excitement over the proposal had faded.

He knew her question was a rhetorical one and waited for the rest to come tumbling out.

"I've never lived in a place long enough to call it home…" Aside from SHIELD, of course. "Other than SHIELD, I mean," she clarified. "I don't know how to live normally." When he appeared confused, she explained further. "Until we moved in here, I didn't remember what it was like to not have communal shower stalls." When she was on missions that included a hotel stay, she took way too much pleasure in having an attached bathroom. "I can't remember what it's like to have dinner at a set time every night."

He frowned at her. Daisy wasn't usually an insecure person, so her words caught him off guard. "Are you getting cold feet on me?" He asked, settling his hands on her waist.

She immediately shook her head. She brought her arms up, linking her fingers around the base of the back of his neck. "No, I want to marry you more than I've ever wanted to marry anyone," she told him fiercely, never wanting him to doubt that.

A smile kissed his lips. "Glad to hear it," he murmured as he tilted his head and stole a kiss from her. "For a moment there, you had me worried," he told her, attempting to play off his prior doubt. His eyes searched hers.

"I want this, I want you and everything that's included with that," she confessed. "I just don't know how."

"We'll find our way," he said, trying to assuage her insecurity.

"And until then?" She asked.

"Like I said before, we have plenty of take-out menus. I could also chip in and help cook every so often too."

"Oh…you'll chip in," she parroted innocently. His culinary skills were only slightly higher than hers.

Hearing her voice hitch, he arched an eyebrow. "Is something wrong with that?"

"No," she denied quickly as she wrapped her arms around his middle and found comfort in him when his arms immediately wrapped around her body. "I think your offer is incredibly generous. In fact, it might be too generous. I couldn't ask you to do that," she finished with a titter when she felt him pinch her sides in response as he pulled back slightly.

Assured by her teasing, responded easily. "I get that I'm not exactly Bobby Flay, but I can cook better than you."

"I am so impressed that you know who that is." When he seemed to preen under the compliment; she decided to knock him down a peg. "Yes, you can cook a mean grilled cheese, I'll admit it, but that's about the extent of it," she said meeting his gaze with a small smile on her face.

"Hush, you," he ordered gently, relieved that she was feeling well enough to jest. However, he made a mental note not to forget about her prior doubts.

"If you want me to be quiet, why don't you make me?"

Angling his head down, he moved so that that his lips were only a smidge away from hers. "Challenge, accepted," he replied, his lips touching hers as he spoke. He captured her mouth in a kiss and pulled her against his body. When she melted into his embrace; he picked her up and placed her on the nearest counter, breaking it long enough to spread her legs and step in between them before he kissed her again.

Eagerly returning the affection, Daisy took it one step forward. Without breaking the kiss, her hands began to unbuckle his belt.

He shifted his hips backwards in effort to make her chore easier. The sound of his zipper being pulled down broke the silence that had settled over the room. It was only when her hand wrapped around his cock that he tore his mouth from hers and hissed.

As his cock grew between her fingers, their kiss also intensified. She felt a tingling between her legs and knew that this coupling would be frantic and intense rather than slow and romantic. However, she supposed it didn't matter where their coupling fell, she enjoyed both examples as Daniel never left her unsatisfied.

Needing more from her, Daniel pulled her body closer to the edge of the counter and stepped out of her grasp before he pulled her panties from beneath her. While separated from her body, he haphazardly stepped out of his clothes before kneeling before her and pulling down the garment that separated him from her sweet spot. Thankfully, she'd opted to wear a dress that morning, making this much easier on both.

When she didn't immediately feel him rise back up, she looked down to see his dark eyes clouded with desire, staring back at her. She loved receiving that look from him, she loved knowing how she could affect him. "What are you waiting for?" She inquired.

"Just marveling over the situation that I currently find myself in," he excused, though he made no move to stand. "I do believe, Daisy, that you look good enough to eat."

"There'll be time for that later, fiancé," she excused as she leaned forward and began pulling him into a standing position. "Right now, I want that cock of yours buried inside me to the hilt."

He let her pull him into a standing position and rested his hands on her hips. "I don't know, I think I should make sure that you're wet enough," he told her. "I would hate to hurt you," he explained as he removed her dress.

Without breaking eye contact, she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. When he immediately leaned down and captured one nipple in his mouth as he played and pinched with the other one, she felt another surge of desire strike her to the core. "Believe me, there's enough lubrication."

"And how can you be sure of that?" He inquired before he captured the other nipple in his mouth.

"Because I'm always wet for you," she keened, burying her hand in his hair.

"There we go," he cooed, reveling in her admission. That was exactly what he wanted to hear. Shifting her closer to the edge of the counter, he stood up straight. Grasping his engorged member, he began rubbing it against her slit. Her body began to writhe as she attempted to pull him inside of her. Her wetness coated the tip of his cock as he began to tease her by inserting the head into her before pulling back out and rubbing it up and down her slit once again.

"Why do you tease me so?" She whined.

"I like hearing you beg for me, for my cock," he replied simply.

She wanted to be annoyed by his arrogance, but he had her. She did want him, want his cock. She was always so responsive under his ministrations. Instead of arguing, she captured his lips in a kiss and thrust her tongue in his mouth. He responded just as fervently; dueling with her for control of the kiss and when he wasn't expecting it, she acted. Raising her legs, she lined the head of his cock against her sex and used her legs to pull him inside of her.

Tearing his mouth from hers, he hissed loudly into the room as he easily sank into her sopping wet passage. "You were supposed to beg a little more," he told her as he pulled back before snapping his hips back

"Maybe it's time for you to beg me?" She countered, purposely flexing her muscles around him.

Daniel groaned once again. "God, you feel incredible, Daisy." He captured her lips, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, syncing it with his thrusts into her welcoming body.

She responded with equal fervor. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she strained against him, pushing back against every thrust. "So good," her words were keening.

"Daisy," he moaned, getting her attention. "I can't…I'm gonna…" He groaned. Bringing his hand between them, he began rubbing and flicking her clit. He may have lost control, but he'd make sure she followed, if not with him, then right after.

"Let go, baby. There'll be time for slow another time," Daisy responded. His fingers began twisting her bundle of nerves harder and she continued to rock her hips into his. "Yes! Daniel! Like that…just…ugh…!" She wrapped her arm more securely around his neck, pulling him down closer to her as she chased her own orgasm.

The hand between their bodies was soaked with both of their bodily fluids, but he'd managed to get her off before he finished. "Daisy, I'm coming!"

"Yes!" She cried, more for him, knowing he enjoyed her dirty talk. "Come in me, Daniel."

Giving up his last shred of control, he drove into her with a frenzy. He cried out, releasing himself inside her.

Hugging his form against her, she embraced the feel of his body trembling. He really was the most controlled agent he'd ever met, so she relished in the fact that she could cause him to lose control.

When he was spent, he was in no hurry to disentangle himself from her. Capturing her mouth, they traded slow, sloppy kisses.

"As much as I'm enjoying this, I need to clean up," she said. A gurgling sounded from his stomach just at that moment and she giggled. "And we should probably order dinner."

"Probably," he muttered, finally pulling out of her body and separating from her. "Is everything okay?"

She dropped off the counter and turned towards him completely. "I thought this," she gestured between them, "just proved that."

He smiled brightly. "No, yeah, I got that part," Daniel said. "I meant everything else." He needed to make sure that he didn't leave her doubts unaddressed.

"Yeah. We're good."

The End