Want

When Grant made plans for their date earlier today, he had small hopes that end this way. Of course, he didn't get his hopes too high, for fear of rejection. Well, not so much rejection as her not being in the mood for sex. He should have known that thinking that was ridiculous, since they'd had basically been apart for a week. As short as it sounded, if she liked him as much as he liked her, then it must have been unbearable to see him laid up.

She'd be waiting to work out her frustrations for a long while. His lips spread into a prurient grin as he nipped and kissed her neck. She didn't bother to stifle her moan. His hand slipped between her legs, making her gasp softly. "What are you doing?" she asked. He smiled internally when he noted the hint of impatience in her voice.

"Just a little foreplay."

"Fuck foreplay. Takes too long." He grinned impishly. "Grant," she protested.

"Melinda, do you have any idea how tasty you look right now? Why can't I taste you for a little?" Without even bothering to wait for her answer, he went back to nipping at her neck. Her soft yelp cut off any reply she had, anyway. He reached behind her and unzipped her dress, slowly. He was becoming aroused just by imagining seeing her body again. He kissed her again as he pulled her dress down to her waist.

"Grant," she whined.

"That's my name," he joked as he kissed her breasts. He peppered kisses on between them before taking one of her nipples into his mouth. "Mmm, so good," he mumbled. She gripped his hair and tried to tug him back, but ended up just holding him in place when he bit down softly. He moved on to the other, while rolling the previous one between his forefinger and thumb.

"Unf, that's good," she panted.

He smirked and moved to plant more kisses on her chest and collarbones before moving to pull her dress completely off. He raised his eyebrows at her pink lacy panties.

"You like them?" He nodded silently and bent down to kiss her flat stomach. He progressively got lower with his kisses until his lips just grazed her pelvis. "Maybe a little," she acquiesced hungrily.

He bit his bottom lip and pulled her panties down when she lifted her hips up. For the first time, when he was sober, he was staring directly at Melinda's sex. It was the closest thing to perfection that he has ever seen. The following items on that list also belonged on her body, for the record. He licked his lips and inhaled its scent, but was otherwise speechless.

"Cat got your tongue?" she asked coquettishly.

"I'd say it certainly does," he replied with a smirk. He ran his tongue up and down her sex, lapping up what juices were present from his work on her breasts. This was the first time he had done this with her, so her taste was new to him. It was amazing how good she tasted. He opened her up with his middle finger and thumb and lapped the wetting organ while massage her clit with his forefinger.

The sounds she was making sent chills up his spine. A messy combination of moans, cries and curses all tumbled out of her agape mouth at the same time, making a jumbled symphony of erotic sound effects that he used to spur his work. Her hand shot down and cupped the back of his head the best it could.

A particular motion sent a jolt up her spine, making her back arch. "You like that?" he asked, knowing full well she did.

She groaned something that sounded like a yes and tugged at his hair. Her breathing became more shallow, and her legs began twitching. He grinned. Time to make her scream. He stopped lapping and stuck a finger from his free hand inside her without warning. Grinning evilly at her surprised yell, he slid another finger in and started pumping as fast as he could. Any protest she had prepared just fell apart almost instantly into an incoherent cry of pleasure that had his erection pulsating.

Her inner walls started clinching around his fingers. He grinned. She was so close, all it would take was one more move, "Come for me," he commanded. His fingers curled, scratching her inner walls and apparently hitting some special spot.

"OH GOD!" Her back arched as she came hard. He could feel her clamping down his fingers.

"Guess you needed that," he said as he slid his fingers out. Soaked with Melinda's essence, he stuck one in his mouth to savor her taste.

"Guh… yes, I… Wow," she said, dazed and slightly out of it. He chuckled and took that opportunity to quickly takes his clothes off. "T-top drawer." He followed her pointed finger and pulled out a SHIELD brand condom from the drawer. Something about SHIELD making condoms was highly amusing. "Where did you learn to do all of that?" she asked after a moment to collect herself.

He smirked. "You'd be amazed at how much a guy can learn from foreign women ." He saw her frown. "You're jealous?"

"Of course not. Lie down." She was, but he wasn't going to ruin it. He lied down and flinched when she suddenly attacked his neck while straddling him.

"Your hands are cold," he groaned as she grabbed his manhood to align herself over it. He could feel himself prodding her moist mound before she lowered herself down on him. He groaned softly until he was fully sheathed. "Oh, Melinda."

"That's my name," she parroted before getting into a better position and then bouncing on him. The feel of her slick walls tightly by gently caressing his aching shaft was like no other. They had done this plenty of times before, but only just now was he able to fully appreciate, and comprehend, how good she felt.

He grabbed her hips and helped her drive herself down on him. The sound her pelvis colliding with his thighs resonated throughout the room, symphonizing with the rhythmic creak of the bedsprings and bang of the headboard against the wall. He could hear her muttering dirty talk under her breath as she rode him, authoritative commands mixed with sweet nothings that sent his chest into an inferno. "God. Fuck!"

Her nails dug into and scratched his chest as his hips bucked upward to meet her head on. Her moans and curses sounded harmonious; he couldn't take it and needed more. With sudden speed, he wrapped his arms around her waist and flipped them over so that he was on top. "Hell…" she started, but it died when he began to drive into her at a slow, loving pace,

The look in her hooded eyes was mesmorizing. "You're so beautiful," he whispered as he sped his pace up a little, opting to make love to her than outright fuck her. After all she had been through, she needed as much ecstasy as he did. Which was also the real reason for the foreplay.

"Mmm… Grant," she said between gasps. He thrust again and she cried out. He must have hit that spot again. He tried again and she cried out more loudly. "Yes! Right there!" she begged.

He complied with gusto, increasing his pace again and making a concerted to hit that spot over and over and over again. Aim like the skilled marksman he was, he struck it repeatedly, reducing her to a muddle of screaming rapture. Her nails clawed at his back, adding to the already faded scars from times past. "Almost there?"

Her answer came by way of another cry and her walls clinching around him tightly. She hugged him tightly as she rode out her orgasm, during which he slowed his pace down again. The way she was writhing under him, crying out his name like it was some kind of sacred text had him teetering precariously along his own edge. "Melinda," he whispered into her ear. He kissed her, passionately and lovingly. His tongue slipped into her mouth and wrestled with her for dominance. His hips bucked wildly and his arms shook. His groan escaped and she gasped softly and locked her gaze into his as he exploded inside her. Their foreheads touched and fell into another kiss until his orgasm was over.

Being drunk, the sex was great. Sober, it was beyond words. He wanted to remember everything, every little detail, every face she made as he made love to her. He wanted to remember the sound of his name rolling off her tongue, hearing it and knowing that it was Melinda May sent chills up his spine. He wanted to recall fondly the look on her face and the sound of her innocent gasp when he came in her.

He could and he would. At least until the next time.

He kissed her again and then pulled out. She whimpered softly as his presence dissipated within her. His mouth opened to say something, but all that did was a content sigh. That was all that needed to be said. The sheets rustled softly when he untucked them and slipped under them. He pulled her into an embrace and allowed her head to rest on his chest. Their hot, sweaty bodies practically merged together for as tightly as they were holding each other.

Pale moonlight leaked in through the partially open blinds, bathing the room in its magnificence. She looked utterly divine in the post-sex bliss that they both found themselves enfolded in. His hand softly and slowly caressed the soft skin of her lower back, coaxing a soft sigh from her. Everything about her; the lying because she couldn't handle her emotions, her sharp, matter of fact assessment on anything and everything, her uncanny ability to be hard edged and yet soft and affection at the same time; it all drove him crazy. A good crazy. A crazy he could have gotten used to.

She looked up at him and flashed a rare genuine smile. He smiled back and gently rubbed her cheek, brushing a lock of sweaty hair our of her face. "I love you," he whispered.

Her smile grew into a full grin. A girlish grin that he hadn't thought he would ever see on her. It was a good look. "I love you, too." She kissed him softly one last time before closing her eyes and falling asleep.

He stayed up a little while longer, watching her silently. He knew that what they had just admitted would change everything. Whether it was better or worse remained to be seen. He really didn't care, though. The woman lying on him, asleep in his arms was his only concern. They were still breaking protocol. That much he couldn't deny. It was rare for him to do it on purpose, and every time, it was more than worth it.

A/N: Well, let me be the first to say that it's about time :)