She didn't exactly go straight over to Phil's apartment after she left work. She went home first and took another shower, making sure she scrubbed up really well. She had always felt like the S.H.I.E.L.D facility showers never got her as clean as she liked. Of course her crappy shower at home wasn't much better, but at least she had all her yummy smelling body washes there to use. Darcy had wanted to make a pot of chicken noodle soup to take over to Phil, but she didn't have any food in the apartment. Instead, she stopped at a Luigi's Deli next to her place and grabbed a container of their soup and a couple of pastrami sandwiches (which she learned was Phil's favorite type of lunch meat). It was a little after six when she parked her car in front of his apartment. Butterflies filled her stomach as she walked up the glass door and looked at the intercom to find his name. Her finger lingered on the button for a moment before she buzzed him, she hoped he'd be happy to her.

She waited a moment before his voice came over the intercom. "Yes?" It sounded unsure, like he didn't get a lot of visitors at his place.

She bit her lip for a moment before she spoke sexily into the intercom. "Hey, baby."

"Darcy?"

"Clint told me where you lived. I had no idea we lived so close to each other. Um ... I brought soup and sandwiches," she said, putting her hand on the door handle waiting for him to buzz her inside. She waited, but the door didn't unlock. "Phil? Can I come up?"

There was silence over the intercom.

"I'm not sure if it's a good idea right now," he said hesitantly.

Okay that was a bit weird. "Oh, I'm sorry. You're probably not up for visitors. I should have called first," Darcy said into the intercom, dropping her hand from the door. "Maybe tomor–"

The door buzzed and unlatched.

Darcy grabbed the handle before it locked again and walked inside and headed over to the elevator. A weird feeling came over her when she stepped inside, and it wasn't one of those good weird feelings. It was one of those I-shouldn't-be-here feelings. She debated turning around to leave as the doors opened up to his floor. I'll just drop the food off and leave. She slowly headed down the hallway with the plastic bag of food swinging at her side, as she read the apartment numbers. When she got to Phil's door, her heart started pounding really hard in her chest. Darcy, you're being stupid. Just knock. She raised her hand to gently tap on the door just as it opened up.

"Hey," Phil said quietly, giving her a faint smile. He was dressed in a pair of navy blue track pants and a white v-neck t-shirt. He looked like he just rolled out of bed because his hair was sticking up every which way.

"Were you sleeping?" Darcy asked as she walked into his apartment.

"Laying on the couch watching Stargate," Phil said taking the bag from her hand and placing it on the kitchen countertop. "Thanks for the food." He took a few steps back from Darcy, like he was keeping his distance.

"You're welcome," Darcy forced a smile. "Nice, apartment." She had wondered several times what his place looked like, and her image of it was pretty close to the real thing. It was an open layout out apartment: small kitchen area that faced the living room. Off to the side there were two doors, which probably were the bathroom and bedroom. Small and comfy, and a hell of a lot nicer than her own place. As far as decorations, there wasn't much except for a few pictures hanging on the wall and several mismatched vases and piles of books laying on the end tables. It was like he tried to decorate but wasn't really sure how to go about doing it.

Phil walked over to the couch and sat down then motioning for her to take a seat. "You staying for a while?" he asked.

"Um, do you want me to stay? If you're tired or whatever, I totally understand and I'll leave. I just ... was really worried about you. No one would tell me anything, and–"

"I'm okay, Darcy," he smiled.

She smiled at him back and then took a seat on the chair next to the couch. "Are you all cured?"

He shook his head. "I'm not back to normal yet. It's been decreasing slowly. The doctors said it'll probably take around 72 hours until I'm back to my old self."

"So, you aren't going to have super-senses anymore?" she asked with a teasing smile.

"Thankfully, no," he laughed. "Honestly, I don't think I would be able to handle it if it was permanent."

Darcy smiled but tapped her fingers nervously on the arm of the chair. He was staring at her but not saying anything which made her even more nervous. "So, I had my meeting with Fury today," she said trying to break the awkward silence.

"Oh yeah?" he grinned. "How did that go?"

"He didn't kill me like I thought he was going to."

Darcy, why would you think that?" Phil asked with his eyebrows furrowed a bit.

"Because of how bad I fucked the mission up," Darcy replied, looking down at the chair.

There was a pause. "You didn't fuck the mission up."

Darcy could tell he was smirking. "I felt like I did," she said glancing back up. "I feel horrible that we weren't able to finish the mission like we were supposed to. We were supposed to roll out of town just like we rolled in. Not have S.H.I.E.L.D come in and clean up our mess and then give the entire town some weird-ass drug that wipes out parts of their memories. And it's not cool that Annie and Lindsey are going to have the same thing happen to them. Not cool at all, Phil!" She was getting worked up just thinking about everything.

Phil nodded. "I know, but this is the best way that we can deal with the situation. Annie and Lindsey won't remember anything about Jack, and maybe now they can live their lives normally without the fear they had before."

Darcy sighed. "It's just weird and not right."

"Are you second guessing your job at S.H.I.E.L.D?" he asked honestly.

"No," she shrugged.

"Darcy, I know things we do aren't exactly ethical, but we do them to protect the people from things that they aren't ready to understand yet. If you feel like you don't want to stay in S.H.I.E.L.D, I understand. It's not for everyone."

Darcy nodded slowly and then grinned. "I'm not going anywhere, Coulson!" she laughed. "I may not agree with everything we do, but I'm not going to leave. Not when Fury just bumped me up to a Level 3. He said it was your suggestion. Now, I hope it's because it's because you think I'm a damn good agent and not because you're pounding me into the mattress?" She arched her eyebrow playfully at her boyfriend.

Phil chuckled. "It's because you're a damn good agent, and you're ready for the next level." He paused and then smirked. "Pounding you into the mattress is only an added bonus."

"Does a damn good agent need mission decompression counseling?" Darcy asked, crossing her arms and pursing her lips together tightly. "Fury said that you want me to talk to a psychiatrist. I don't need one. I'm fine, Phil."

He sighed. "I knew you weren't going to pleased with that. Darcy, you went through more on your first mission than some agents go through in their entire career. You may feel fine right now, but later once the adrenaline wears off and you're left with the nightmares, you'll need to know how to cope."

Darcy picked up in the sadness in his voice right away, knowing that he had probably been on that psychiatrist couch more than once. "Do you have nightmares about past missions?" she asked softly.

"All the time." He looked directly into her eyes and nodded. "I care about you so much, Darcy, and I don't want you to ever feel scared."

"As long as I have you, I'll never feel like that."

He wanted to tell her that there would come a day where he wouldn't be able to be there for her, but now was not the time to do it. They both just came off a long, stressful mission and there would be no sense in adding more to it. Instead he nodded his head and gave her a faint smile. "You hungry?" he asked, shifting the conversation.

"Only for your kisses," Darcy smiled. She watched him scoot back further on the couch slightly. "Do I have cooties or something? Just wondering why you're keeping so far away from me."

"I can't get close to you right now," he said, looking down at his lap. He had been fighting to himself off her ever since she stepped foot into his apartment. Her scent was driving him crazy and he didn't even know what touching her skin would do to him. "Once these crazy senses pass I'll make it up to you. I promise," he said softly, looking up to meet her gaze.

Darcy grinned. "So that's it? You think you won't be able to control yourself?"

"Honestly, no, I don't think I'd be able to," he said softly.

"You know I'm okay with that, right?"

"Sweetheart, I can't. I don't trust myself right now."

Darcy stood up and walked slowly over to him with a playful grin on her face. "Well, I completely trust you," she whispered as she sat down on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Kiss me."

Her scent filled his nose and the blood began to pump quickly through his veins. It was an odd sensual feeling, but certainly not an unwelcome one. Her breath tickled his neck and he closed his eyes. "Darcy ..."

"Just kiss me ..."

His throat felt so tight and dry as he fought with himself whether to kiss her or not. Being with her in this state he was in had been all he had been able to think about since they left Shady Oaks. "If I kiss you, I will not be able to stop myself from wanting more. And I just don't mean more kissing." He gently put his hand on her thigh, and looked directly into her eyes. "I'm a weak man when it comes to you, Darcy," he whispered.

Her heartbeat quickened and she leaned close to his ear, her warm breath tickling his ear. She felt him quiver under her and she smiled just before she whispered. "I don't want you to hold back, baby." She pressed a little chaste kiss to his exposed collarbone.

He flinched slightly. "... I don't have–"

She smiled, knowing what he was asking. "I got that covered. I stopped at the store and grabbed a box."

His mouth had gone dry again. "I don't know if I can be gentle ... And you're hurt. I can't–"

"Just bruises. I'm okay, and I'm not scared of you getting a bit ... rough," she said taking her hand and smoothing it through his hair. "I trust you."

He wrapped his arms around her waist. He wet his lips just before he leaned in and pressed his quivering lips against the flesh of her neck. He kept them still for a moment as he inhaled the sweet scent of her skin. "You smell so good," he whispered against her neck before he began to slowly kiss it.

Darcy tipped her head back and closed her eyes as Phil licked a long line down her throat, over her collarbone, and then placed a small nibble on her shoulder. "So, so good," she muttered quietly. His hands found the hem of her shirt and pulled it up slightly so he could slide his hands against her bare stomach. "So good, baby."

His hands continued to travel up her body slowly until they reached the fabric of her bra. She was wearing another thin lacy one again, which made his blood rush in every direction just thinking about what how she looked in it. His fingers lightly tickled over her breasts. He heard her breath catch slightly as his thumb smoothed over her nipples. "Jesus, you're prefect," he mumbled into her hair. Slowly, he lowered his hands from her breasts, resting them gently against her upper thighs. He debated what to do next, which didn't take long once he could smell how aroused she was becoming. His senses picked up on her quickened pulse and her breath becoming uneven. A rush went through his body as he tugged on the zipper of her jeans. She leaned back a bit so he could wiggle them off her until she was left in a pair of leopard print panties. "Did you pick these out for any particular reason?" he chuckled, crooking his finger through the top of them.

Darcy licked her lips. "Thought they were fitting for the situation," she whispered, running the back of her hand down his neck softly. "You like?"

"Oh yes," he replied, running his finger along her dampness. When she arched her back and moaned slightly he knew that he couldn't keep doing this any longer. He needed her so badly right now. "D-Do you want to go into the bedroom?" His voice wavered slightly.

"Fuck yeah," she said through heavy eyelids. He was scooping her up now, carrying her in his arms towards his bedroom. She had been anticipating when they'd get together like this again ever since the last time they'd had sex. Her insides were coming undone already and he had barely touched her. She opened her eyes just as he lightly tossed her on the soft mattress. She chuckled looking up at him as he stripped his shirt off and tossed it to the floor. Her eyes fell on the scratches on his chest, and anger flared up inside her. She could have lost Phil because of that stupid bitch. "Are you sure you're okay?"

He was already at her feet, kissing and licking her toes. "Perfect," he said looking at the purple bruises on her legs. "Sweetie, I can stop ... if it hurts too much." It was going to be a helluva time stopping now if she said no, but he'd force himself to.

"Don't stop," she smirked looking down at his as he trailed kisses over her legs. "I want you to ravage my body, Agent Coulson." She slinked her hand down her t-shirt, grabbed the hem and pulled it up over her breasts exposing her leopard print bra

The sound of her sweet voice and the sight of her breasts caused him to growl loudly in the back of his throat. Heat immediately crept to his cheeks and he couldn't force himself to look up at her. "I-I'm sorry," he apologized, embarrassed by his actions. "Am I scaring you?"

"No, you're not, and that was so fucking hot," Darcy said sitting up, taking her hand and lifting his chin to meet her gaze. "Do it again ..." she whispered.

He sat there for a moment, staring at her lustfully (he couldn't help it). He watched her as she wiggled back down in a comfortable position, pulling her shirt up over her breasts again. He smirked just before he pounced on top of her; his lips at her throat, kissing and sucking her creamy skin. "Just remember you asked for it, sweetheart," he whispered into her ear, followed by another low growl.

Darcy woke to the soft warm light that filled the bedroom. She sighed contently, feeling Phil's arms wrapped around her tightly. Last night had been the most amazing night she ever had with a man before, it was even better than the first time she and Phil slept together. She giggled slightly thinking as she thought about their blissful night.

"... Something funny?" Phil's sleepy voice broke the silence in the room. He stirred a bit, shifting in the sheets until he was facing her.

"Morning sexy beast," Darcy said biting her lip playfully. "You sleep well?"

He chuckled. "I haven't really moved yet and I can tell I'm going to be extremely sore today."

"Um, I'd be shocked if you weren't," Darcy said flexing her toes and then let out a little sigh. "I don't think I'm going to be able to walk at all either."

"We might have to stay in–" He stopped, his eyes grew wide at the dark purple and blue bite mark on her shoulder. "Jesus Christ ..."

Darcy turned her head and looked at the bite, smirking. "Feral Phil did it," she said looking back at him. He shook his head, disgusted with himself. "Baby, it's okay–"

"No, it's not, Darcy. I'm so sorry sweetie," he apologized tipping his head back and closing his eyes. "I should have kept my distance like I had planned on. Jesus, I didn't mean to hurt you."

Darcy stroked her hand over his chest. "I hope it leaves a little permanent mark. So, I always have a little reminder of the hottest fuck I've ever had," she giggled.

"I hope it doesn't scar," he said brushing his fingertip over the mark. "I never want to hurt you–"

Darcy rolled her eyes and smiled at him playfully. "There is a difference between hurting someone and giving them a love bite."

"It's not like I gave you a hickey, Darce. I actually sunk my teeth into you."

"Well, I liked it."

"I won't do it again." Phil said sitting up in bed. Last night before he fell asleep he told himself that he was going to regret everything he had done and said to Darcy in the morning. Even though his mind was groggy on everything that had happened between them last night, he knew that he probably had done some things that he would have never done if he had been in his right mind.

"Okay, stop being a brooding Phil. I loved last night. In fact, I wish we would have videotaped it because, man, I'd be watching the fuck out of that. It would have been one hell of a sex tape. I hope after your senses return to normal that Feral Phil can make an appearance once in a while," she winked.

He smirked slightly. "Honey, I just don't want to lose you–"

"Let me stop you right there," Darcy said holding her hand up. "You are not going to lose me, Phil. I have never felt this way about anyone before. I mean, I might have already said that to you, but it's true. You make me feel amazing." She tipped her head against his shoulder and sighed. "So much has happened that I haven't been really able to think about how much I'm going to miss our little house in Shady Oaks. Shit, I'm even going to miss Ken and Barbie. But our house ... I loved those nights when we just were sitting around watching TV, cuddled up on the couch," she said quietly as a single tear rolled down her cheek.

"Honey, what's wrong?" Phil asked, turning her to face him.

"Ugh, I hate when I get like this," Darcy said quickly as she wiped at the tear. "I feel like ... God, I don't even fucking know ..."

"Shh ..." he whispered, wrapping his arms tightly around her. "Darcy, we can make this work. We can have those cuddle nights right here and they'll be even better than the ones we had in Shady Oaks. I know it's going to be a harder road to travel but, I'm prepared for it," he said softly stroking her hair. "Christ, I never thought that I'd get into another relationship, let alone start one with a beautiful girl that's half my age," he chuckled.

Darcy sighed and melted against his arms. "I want this to work also, Phil."

He kissed the top of her head. "We can do this," he said quietly.

She smiled at him and kissed the tip of his nose. "I did enjoy playing house with you."

"Maybe sometime..." He let his voice trail off.

Darcy raised her eyebrow. "Maybe sometime what?"

He shrugged and then chuckled. "You know, I forgot what I was going to say," he lied. He wanted to tell her that maybe someday they wouldn't have to play house. Maybe someday that they'd have their own house together. Maybe they'd both quit S.H.I.E.L.D and live that perfect fantasy life. They would cuddle on the couch and watch bad movies, eat pancakes in their underwear, make love to each other on the back lawn under a blanket of stars. Maybe they'd even have–Phil shook the fantasies from his head, knowing that it was highly unlikely that anything like that would happen.

"I'm happy you're in my life, Phil Coulson." She tipped her head against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

He squeezed his arms around her tighter. "You have no idea how happy you make me, Darcy Lewis," he whispered against her neck as he held her in his arms. Maybe they wouldn't have that picture perfect life, but at least they'd have each other and that was enough for them.

And that's it for the first installment of Coulson and Lewis: Agent's of S.H.I.E.L.D. I am planning a sequel, so that will start shortly. Also I may write the smut scene of Feral!Phil x Darcy (from this chapter) but tell it though Phil's POV.