Another month, another day completed in the 30 day challenge.
Divinia Serit: Keep plugging. We'll get there. I'm really enjoying your version, too. I'm sure you'll figure out something for even those difficult prompts. If you don't we'll have to deduct from your paycheck ;P. I'm glad your enjoying Nick and Maria. I find them a pretty interesting couple (obviously)
sailorraven34: I'm so happy to make you laugh. It makes me happy.
I really appreciate those who took the time to read and, especially, to review. This one is short, but hopefully you'll enjoy it.
Day 12: Making Out
Maria Hill leaned against the wall, sipping at her drink as she watched the party going on around her. She wasn't entirely sure why she was here. Parties were certainly not her preferred method of entertainment, and this one was no different.
If she had to choose, she would say she preferred small, intimate parties. Quiet parties. A few close friends...which was good, since she only had a few close friends...or a very private, very intimate party with just herself and one other very specific person.
This was definitely not one of those. It was loud, the music turned so high she could feel it as well as hear it. The people around her shouted to be heard over the throbbing bass. The free flow of alcohol had lowered inhibitions and laughter was wild and raucous.
Why was she here again?
Oh, yeah.
Phil.
"It will be fun," he said, showing her the advertisement for the party at a nearby bar. "Get off the base. Let your hair down. Loosen up," he said.
She turned her gaze to where he was chatting with a blonde woman from the medical department and glared at him.
He grinned back in response.
One of the main problems was that the base had followed her here.
Well, to be honest, many of them had already been here when she got here. The close proximity to the local SHIELD facility made it a popular destination for letting off steam. Looking around, she identified about a dozen other personnel she recognized besides Coulson and his date.
She sighed, swallowing the rest of her drink and started to head out. The door opened and she looked up, sensing his presence as he entered the room. He looked around, his gaze finally coming to rest on her. She felt that warm glow inside that only Nick had ever made her feel.
After a brief pause in the human produced noise, the chatter and laughter resumed and she had a sudden revelation. Smiling seductively, she crossed the room to where he stood. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down, rising on her toes to press her lips against his.
His hands slid down to her hips and she broke the kiss, pulling him out onto the dance floor. Once there, she turned, snuggling close as he wrapped his arms around her slim waist. Bodies pressed close, they swayed to the music.
His head came down, his lips meeting hers briefly before catching her lower lip between his teeth. With a moan, she leaned into him, her lips parting in invitation. He accepted, sliding his tongue into her mouth. His hands slid down, cupping her derriere as his tongue lazily explored the depths of her mouth, She ran her hands down his chest, then around his torso, digging her fingers into the muscles of his back as she ground her hips against his.
He broke the kiss, his lips drifting slowly along her jaw line finally coming to rest just below her ear.
"I'm so glad you like the expensive scotch," he whispered huskily, grasping her earlobe between his teeth and tugging lightly.
"Only the best for you," she mumbled back, leaning her head back to grant him better access.
"Indeed," he replied.
Slowly and steadily, he started guiding her off of the packed dance floor and towards one of the small tables tucked away in the shadows. Lips still pressed to her neck, he hooked a foot around the chair leg and pulled it out. He sat, pulling her onto his lap.
Arms wrapped around each other, his lips again sought and found hers. This time, she was the one pushing her tongue between his lips. Unlike his lazy probing earlier, she was forceful and demanding, pushing her tongue hard against his.
Keeping one arm firmly around her waist, he ran his other hand up her leg, his fingers resting on her shapely thigh, teasing at the hem of her extremely short skirt. Her hands explored as well, one going behind his head to steady it as their kiss deepened. He other hand slipped inside his shirt, stroking the warm skin of his chest.
After several minutes, Nick pulled away, breathing heavily.
"Everything okay?" she asked softly.
He nodded, shifting slightly and adjusting her positioning on his lap.
"Just don't want to walk out of here in wet pants," muttered in her ear.
She gave his a sultry smile, very aware of the hard rod pushed up against her hip.
"Not a problem for me," she told him. He raised an eyebrow. She leaned close, her mouth close to his ear. "I'm not wearing any."
He moaned quietly, the hand on her thigh twitching. "Thanks, babe. That's very helpful to my situation."
"Always happy to help," she replied with a smirk.
"Shall we?" he asked, inclining his head towards the door.
"Not yet," she answered, settling back in his embrace and turning to watch the crowd.
There was something particularly satisfying about sitting in the middle of a very public place and making out with the man you love.
She decided that there was another kind of party that wasn't so bad either.
Masquerade parties could be fun, too.
And that is day 12. Thanks so much for reading. I'd really love to know your thoughts. Even if you don't review, I hope you liked. Time to start thinking about day 13. Eating ice cream.
