Phil Coulson (agentofsass) wrote in saveatlantisic, @ 2018-03-03 10:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, *kori, *stacey, melinda may, phil coulson |
Sunday, February 25
Phil Coulson & Melinda May
Melinda's Room • Morning PG-13 for implied sex & morning after • complete |
Phil woke up with a start, hand reaching for a Glock that wasn't there. It took a moment to remember where he was. Spying Melinda in the bed next to him, a smile spread across his face. It had exceeded expectations. He rolled onto his side to face her, trailing his hand over her arm and had the most ridiculous smile on his face. He should get up and make tea, but for now he was enjoying just being in her bed. Melinda was awake as soon as Phil moved beside her. She didn’t move, but she was instantly awake and aware of everything happening in her immediate vicinity. The habits of far more years than she wanted to think about were too ingrained in her to bother trying to shake them now. At first, she was tense- more out of response to Phil’s tension than anything else, but as he relaxed, so did she, turning toward him in an effort the chase and hold the warmth of his skin. “-Morning,” she whispered, a small smile pulling at her lips. Phil's left arm (or stump) was under the pillow. He didn't like using the prosthetic during sex or sleeping with, but even after years, the stump still felt awkward. His right hand moved from her arm to her hip, pulling her close and leaning in to press a kiss to her shoulder. "Morning.." he said, the goofy grin plastered on his face. "You're going to punch me if I say I like watching you sleep, aren't you?" “Punch?” she said, cautiously opening one eye. “No. Mock mercilessly?” Melinda let the pause sit there for a moment, as if she was still deciding. “... We’ll see.” She dragged her nails lightly up his arm, smile broadening when she felt the goosebumps she left behind. It was… strange and wonderful to see such a physical reaction to her touch. The man in her bed wasn’t exactly known for outwardly being anything other than calm and collected, even if she had been aware of his emotional depths for quite some time. Phil shivered. "Remind me again why I felt for such a cruel, cruel woman," he teased, punctuating his words with kisses to her collarbone. "I don't want to get out of bed. Mostly because I know you probably don't have any coffee." “Likely some sort of internalized masochism,” she said with a soft laugh, pushing her hair away from her neck so there was nothing in his way should he decide to turn his attention there. “But that’s between you and your therapist.” Melinda didn’t want to leave the bed either. Reality was out there, beyond the door, just waiting for them to face it. She wasn’t someone who shirked her duties, but it wasn’t something she particularly felt like facing at that moment. She’d much rather stay there. Naked. With his lips on her skin. “Erik might have some,” she said, referring to her roommate. “But I think all I have is jasmine tea.” "My therapist doesn't need any ideas from you," Phil teased with smirk. Truth he told, he probably ought to be seeing a therapist here, but denial was a wonderful place. His kisses moved up to her neck, unable to resist the invitation. "Unsurprising. And not up to the task of sufficiently caffeinating me in the mornings…" Phil said, loving the taste of her skin under his lips. "Although not even coffee could make me leave this bed right now…" “We’ll have to fix that for tomorrow morning, then.” Because Melinda absolutely assumed (demanded?) that he would be joining her in her bed the next night, and the night after that, and the night after that. Most nights, really, from that point on. She dragged her nails across his shoulder and neck, up into the short hairs at the back of his neck. “Good. I wasn’t planning on letting you leave it yet.” "Planning ahead already?" He groaned at the feeling of her fingernails on his skin. "Melinda… I have to use the bathroom.." “Always.” She smirked and continued scratching the back of his head, trying to tempt him into ignoring that particular need in favor of another one. She wasn’t going to win that fight, she knew it already, but it would be interesting to see how long she could keep him beside her. "And what if my bed's more comfortable?" Phil suggest, dragging his teeth along her neck, trying to hide the grin on his face as he buried his face in her neck. The thought of waking up with her every morning… "You know, if this is going to be a thing… I'm going to need a drawer… and a way to make sure I'm not late for work." “Sounds like we’re going to have to test your bed out and see if it is.” She sighed at the nip of his teeth on her skin, arching slightly into him. She didn’t put a ton of thought behind her answer when he mentioned wanting a drawer. If she had, Melinda might have freaked out and second guessed herself, wondering if they were moving too fast. Sure, it had been only one night… but it was one night built upon decades of friendship and caring and that made all the difference in the world. “Take your pick. Any drawer you want is yours.” "And maybe a rule about you not looking sexy in the mornings so I can make it to work on time," he teased. Maybe they were moving too fast, but it seemed things were just falling into place. They'd been dancing around this for years. Melinda hummed softly, tightening her grip on the back of his head so she could pull his lips to hers. “That one I can’t promise.” Phil groaned, deepening the kiss as he closed his eyes and brought a hand up to run through her hair. "You are an evil minx." He nipped at her lips before pulling back and sitting up in bed, reaching for the prosthetic arm on the nightstand to reattach it. "And I need to pee." Melinda let Phil go then, reluctantly, a small, content smile spreading across her lips. This situation almost didn’t feel real, not the way the Framework didn’t feel entirely real, but not that far off either. It was new and exciting and the small, fanciful part of her heart that she tried to keep under lock and key (because disappointment was so much easier to handle that way) grew and fluttered around her chest with every touch, every kiss, every knowing look. She didn’t regret her past or anything in it, not one bit, but she had to wonder what life would have been like if she’d chosen Phil over Andrew. With a sigh, she rose out of bed and started to gather clothes, getting ready for the day. “We should probably shower,” she said to him, smiling over her shoulder. Phil took care of his needs before sticking his head out of the bathroom. "Is this where I suggest we shower together to save water?" Melinda laughed softly. “This is where I say you should get the shower started so the water’s nice and warm when we get in.” "Yes, ma'am," Phil said with a grin. |