The moment May realized she loved Coulson.

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May groaned, throwing her pen across the room as she sat back in her chair rubbing her temples.

"What did the pen ever do to you?" Coulson asked, entering the room with a bottle of whiskey and two glasses.

"Paperwork is the worst part of being a S.H.I.E.L.D agent."

"I don't mind it." Coulson said as he poured them both a drink. May shot him a dirty look, before taking her place next to him on the couch.

"Cheers." He held up his glass as May studied him. Her eyes roamed over his face, coming to rest on the cut below his right ear.

"What are we drinking to?" She couldn't think of anything she wanted to celebrate. Their latest mission had failed, they were being reprimanded for negligence and they had barely survived with their lives. Maybe she would cheers to getting drunk.

"Being alive." Coulson said, still holding his glass up to her, only slightly concerned with the troubled look on Mays face. Sighing, she brought her glass up to his before drinking the whiskey.

"What's wrong?" Coulson poured them another drink, this time putting a little more in. He was slowly learning to read her, and he knew the best way to get her to open up was with a little alcohol.

"I don't want to lose my job."

"It's unlikely we will." He said with a shrug. He hadn't been giving it too much thought, however he could now see it was bothering May.

"It's all I've got." May avoided his eyes, staring at the bottle on the table before pouring them both a double. She hated the way he made her feel, like she could tell him anything, like she didn't have to hide from him. She barely thought before speaking now, she shared with him things she had never shared before and she found herself craving his comfort. It was a weakness, a dependency and she didn't know when it had first started but she found she wasn't in any hurry to correct it.

"Do you want to tell them what really happened?" Coulsons voice had changed.

"No!" May said a little too quickly. Shaking her head she looked at him. "Do you? Because I understand if -"

"No." He said without hesitation.

"Why?" She couldn't understand him. "This is not your mess; it's mine. I'm protecting my friend and you're suffering as a result."

"You are my partner. That is all that matters. I'll follow your lead on this one." Coulson reached over and tucked her hair behind her ear; silently thankful she didn't break his hand. "How many times have you had my back without question."

"Thank you." May said with her first smile of the night, slipping her hand into Coulson's and giving it a gentle squeeze. He slowly raising her hand to his lips, placing a lingering kiss on the back of her hand. His eyes locked onto hers as he cupped her face, taking the glass from her and placing it back on the table.

"Your job's not all you've got Melinda."

May quickly moved to close the distance between them, her hands clasping behind his neck, pulling him close as she slipped into his lap, kissing him with a mixture of desperation and need. She'd just realized she loved him, and that scared the hell out of her. She couldn't be in love with her partner, not with the work they did. She was going to have to ignore her feelings, pretend they didn't exist so she could continue working with him. But tonight she wasn't going to forget anything, tonight she was going to pretend they weren't S.H.I.E.L.D agents and tonight she was going to bed with the man she loved.