Mend the pieces of my broken heart and lab

Phil was on the other side of the door with his back pressed against it, he could feel the severe beating that his office door was taking. He dreaded seeing what dents there were going to be when he finally opened the door.

The mother of all wars was taking place in his heart and his heart, he loved Melinda May with all that he was, but if in the few minutes that they were hugging and kissing lead to the partial destruction of the lab with months of set backs, then what was something more intimate going to produce?

He immediately became suspicious of May's husband and decide to do a little digging of his own to see just how far up the importance ladder he went, but first he needed to open the door before she decided to kick it in.

He stood and turned unbolting the lock and releasing the catch on the door, there on the other side was a very angry yet stunningly beautiful Melinda May, but more importantly, he saw her battered and bloody knuckles. He looked at the door and took in the numerous indentations ranging for her knuckles to what look like her shoes and knees, sure he was glad that this wasn't his face and made him almost feel sorry for the men and women who had crossed her in the past.

He looked up and saw the fury in her eyes, hair mussed from sweat and heat, lips plump from where she had bit them as she beat the door and her heaving chest. It was all too much to take, he grabbed her arm yanking her forward and slamming the door shut. He pushed her back against the door and lifts her hands to inspect her knuckles and see what damage had been done.

Other then being sore, bruised and cut he knew she had not broken anything in her temper tirade, but he had to be sure so with each individual knuckle he kissed ever so softly with his tender lips. Her eyes were transfixed on him at the feel of his lips, a groan left her throat and her eyes rolled back into her head and with a soft thud it hit the door. He didn't stop in his relenting quest as he ran his rough tongue across her each knuckle making sure that there was nothing in the wounds but arousing her at the same time, he took one finger in his mouth and swirled his tongue around the tip as he sucked It into his mouth. The air rushed out of May's lungs as she felt him take her finger in the his mouth and she thought, 'If his lips feel like this on my finger where else would they feel good.'

Whilst she was having the lascivious thoughts her mind was drawn back to the present when she felt him drop her hands and cup her waist as he started peppering her neck and chest with luscious, hot, wet kisses that were sending her blood racing through her veins like molten hot lava at break neck speed.

The situation was fast getting out of control and if they didn't stop and talk soon, she would be pulling his pants down in no time at all. As if, reading her thoughts he pressed a hot open-mouthed kiss to her collarbone and pulled her to sit down at the desk.

She sat down as instructed and watched as he went to get the first aid kit to deal with the cuts on her hands. She sat thinking about how many of the other wounds that he'd help to heal including when she had clawed her way back from the damage of Bahrain. As always he has been the balm to her wounds, soothing the wounds with love and gentleness that only he could provide.

He came back and put the box on the desk and started to dab the antiseptic across her wounds without getting a hiss from her, even though it stung like a bitch, he then dabbed with such tenderness making sure he hurt her as little as possible. She knew more than anything the years that had been wasted but she intended to rectify this as soon as she kicked that piece of rubbish of an ex-husband, out of her home.

Phil looked up at her with so sorrow in his eyes, the thought that he had hurt her or caused her injuries was like a punch to the gut for him and something he never wanted to do. He cupped her face, "I'm sorry love, I just saw the damage that had been done in the lab and immediately put that upon me. Yes I know, before you say you were willing participant…" at that she smirked, as she knew she was so much more than a willing participating but let him carry on, "but I am the Director and should be leading by example and our current example just got a lab trashed, what they were looking for I do not know."

"Well they aimed for something specific because they only trashed one part of the lab, they left two thirds alone which means it was for show and distraction more than it was for actual intent." May looked with a steely gaze usually directed at unsuspecting individuals who didn't know whom they were up against and who she was about to kick seven bells out of.

"Do you think we should tell the gang about him, they are all going to be coming back soon and we need to explain at least who he is. You can't expect Skye to come back and not ask the million and one questions that she will ask, or more likely hack into, to find out things."

May knew that that she was right but that meant filling them in on all the parts of the past, the good, the bad, and from the marks on her, the definite ugly but she knew that Phil was right.

"OH MY WORD!" The voice of Jemma Simmons echoed across the building causing May and Phil to both move in the direction of the echoing voice. They entered into the room and caught Jemma and Co looking at the CCTV and a gasp from Jemma filled the room as they saw Mays ex husband on the screen but something had happened to him as he was not all human and even May was shocked, finding out he was not the man she thought she had married. What the hell had he become and what was his interest in them? She was just about to walk out when Phil grabbed her arm and shook his, there as a lot that needed to be said or should that be there was more that he needed May to say.

Skye turned to look at them both severely unimpressed, "What the hell is going on?"

Phil looked at May; "Think we're having that talk now."

May for once looked crestfallen but took them into the kitchen to begin a painful journey that would hopefully explain why he was here.