A/N: Update!

Nine months since moving in Portland, the couple barely even call themselves a couple. Phil had started going out with Audrey, and while he knows Melinda had become suspicious of it (He was sure she was, he thought, but she hasn't been around that much to make sure of it.), Melinda made no move to stop him whatsoever. Melinda had been coming back and forth from New York, and he never knew the reason why some nights, she just doesn't come home.

Melinda, on the other hand, had joined S.H.I.E.L.D., as a field agent and specialist, which is the reason why she had been going to New York. She would leave at three in the morning most of the nights, and catch a flight to New York, always taken care of by S.H.I.E.L.D. itself, and come back with the last flight of the night, or sometimes during one of the flights the next day. How she is even alive still doing the routine, she herself cannot tell either.

She knows Phil is seeing someone else. She had seen him kiss her in a park while she was undercover in Portland. She had to bite her bottom lip from shouting his name and had to ball her fists to prevent herself from intruding the new couple's moment. She knows the change in her and Phil's relationship had been tough for him, it had been tough on her too. He might have told the girl they broke up, which they did.

But technically speaking, they haven't broken up yet.

Especially not when she goes home early only to find him sitting on their couch waiting for her. They haven't seen each other in months, and both had missed each other's embrace and touch.

Phil stands up when he sees Melinda as Melinda stops by the apartment door, slowly closing it behind her. In the dim light the room gives, Phil could see Melinda's tired eyes and dark bags under her eyes. He slowly walks up to her and slowly wraps his arms around her small frame.

She closes her eyes, leaning on his firm chest. She misses him, and she knows he misses her the same way. He presses a kiss on top of her head and she tilts her head back so their lips meet. A soft kiss turns into a hard, needy kiss as Melinda feels his hand roaming around her back, and unhooking her bra. She moans when he starts trailing kisses on the side of her neck and when he starts sucking his earlobe, she gasps. She grabs his shirt tightly and pushes him back so that he could remove it above his head. Not long after, their lips meet again.

He unbuttons her shirt and removes it completely to reveal her top body naked, and he looks at it with dark eyes. He slowly undoes her pants and so does she. Both are completely naked in their living room, their night filled with gasps, moans, sighs and sweat.

There aren't much words during the night. They fall asleep, and Phil is holding Melinda in his arms protectively, as Melinda's face is buried against his chest. Her soft warm breath lulling Phil to sleep and his soft unconscious strokes in her hair making her want to bury herself further in his chest.

Melinda goes home at her usual time the next night. She puts her coat on the rack but is surprised that Phil's coat is not there. She turns the lights on to see that a few CDs and VHS tapes are missing from its respective racks. She frowns and quickly walks over to Phil's usual work room to find it completely empty. She goes inside their bedroom to open the dresser to find that her clothes are the only ones in the dresser. She feels her eyes trickle with tears and her heart aching.

She slowly walks back to the living room to find a note on the table beside the couch. She recognises Phil's handwriting of her name and slowly picks it up. There's not much, just the words "I'm sorry" and his signature. Melinda purses her lips together and closes her eyes, putting the note over her heart and sitting down the couch as she cries.

Phil is leaning against the door of his apartment, wearing a backpack and with several other bags on his feet. He closes his eyes and sighs softly. He listens to Melinda's soft muffled cries and her calling out his name. He urges his will to run inside and wrap her in an embrace, as tears begin sliding down his cheeks.

Slowly, he picks up his bags and walks away from the apartment unit, down the stairs and out the building. Audrey peeps out of her car and gives him a small smile. He gives her a small smile back, and opens the compartment, putting his bags down and sighing as he does. When he is finished, he looks back up to his apartment building and closes the compartment. He opens the car door and takes the shotgun seat.

"Phil, if you don't want to do this, you can always go back." Audrey tells him, a hint of worry in her voice. Phil sighs.

"I need to fly to New York, Audrey," he tells her. "I'm going back to S.H.I.E.L.D."

"You're sure about this?" she asks tentatively. "What about what you said about giving a shot of having a normal life, with Melinda? With me?" He takes her hand and kisses it.

"I'm sure I can always live a normal life, with you." She smiles and ignites the engine and they drive.

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