antoine triplett (levelsix) wrote in saveatlantisic, @ 2019-05-21 12:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, *laura, antoine triplett, daisy johnson |
3 may [during the aos fam bbq]
daisy johnson ✦ antoine triplett
daisy & trip finally have a chat about what's going on pg complete |
Daisy hadn’t exactly had a lot of downtime lately. The last couple of months had been hell, between vampire attacks and COS missing with intake. She’d worked tirelessly - on her own and with magic and the technomages to try and fix it, but the glitches kept happening. That was something she kept to herself - the fact that the tech wasn’t up to snuff wasn’t public knowledge and probably shouldn’t be, but she knew. A series of those glitches had left her department seriously depleted and maybe she felt kind of responsible when they’d planted that device on her watch. And maybe having her hands full with work was a really good and convenient excuse to avoid dealing with Cupid Caffrey v 3.0. It wasn’t that Daisy didn’t like Trip or that she hadn’t had a good time on their date. It wasn’t even that anything uncomfortable had happened between them while they were under the influence of that damn Cupid thing. Daisy just had not had the best luck when it came to love and there was a part of her that actually thought she was kind of cursed. It felt like everyone she loved died or [...] maybe that was being dramatic, but the way she felt around Trip did scare her and it was all her own issues. That didn’t mean she was actively avoiding Trip, though, and when he’d suggested a barbeque for the segment of their team that was in Atlantis, she was all in. It was nice to spend a little time with the people she cared most about. Maybe they weren’t related by blood, but this team was still a family in every way that counted. As happy as Trip was to have Jemma, Daisy and Coulson around for dinner, all together, it wasn’t necessarily easy. Every time he thought he and Daisy might take a step forward, Atlantis put a roadblock in front of them -- or he felt like he needed to take a step back out of respect for her. Daisy was one of his best friends in either world. He didn’t want to ruin that. But he couldn’t completely ignore the things he told Barton, or the way he felt. He could avoid bringing it up, or pretend it wasn’t there, but that didn’t mean anything had changed on his end. He couldn’t avoid it forget and retain their friendship, however. Eventually, he knew he needed to know. It didn’t have to be now, though. He stepped up to where Daisy stood with a fresh drink in each hand, and offered one to her. Now, he just wanted to enjoy the team’s company. (That was what he told himself, anyway.) “I’m kinda regretting not finding some sort of yard game,” he told her. “We could go wild with bocce ball.” “Wow, yeah, way to slack in the party planning department,” she teased him as she accepted the drink from his hand. There was a part of her that knew she couldn't avoid the subject of what was going on between them forever, but she was as content to keep things casual and friendly as long as she could get away with it. “There's always charades,” she suggested. It wasn't exactly a yard game, but at least it didn't require any supplies. “If this was a slumber party, I'd say we should play Truth or Dare.” Trip laughed. Charades wasn’t a bad idea at all, but he’d mainly used it as an ice breaker. Their friendship was so natural that when it wasn’t, sometimes Trip didn’t know what to do with himself. He couldn’t keep putting it off forever, though. He didn’t want to. He just really didn’t want to destroy the fragile thing they had going on, in the process. “You and me versus Jemma and Coulson? Or should Coulson and I kick y’alls asses?” She'd been half joking about Charades, but why not? It could be fun and fun was why they were all here. Especially after all the recent losses, they all needed something light. “I kind of like the idea of being on your team,” Daisy admitted. “What about Bobbi and Rose?” She hadn't noticed if they were here yet, but they were both part of the family. As confused as he’d been lately, he did get an ego boost from hearing she’d want to be on his team, even if it was just hypothetical so far. At least he had that. At least things weren’t so weird she would choose someone else over him. (Not that he would’ve blamed her for choosing Jemma, if she had.) Trip shrugged. “They can team up together. Orrrrr… duke it out between Jemma and Coulson.” He took a sip from his cup, seeking out liquid courage. He’d never been intimidated when facing a romantic prospect before. He knew he shouldn’t be now, either, and that it wasn’t helping either of them by sticking his head in the sand. “Still wanna be on my team, huh? I was kinda wondering.” It sounded like a good plan and she nodded, taking a sip of her own drink. Things had felt a little awkward between them since the whole cupid thing, but she was trying her best to ignore that awkwardness and just kind of be normal again. “I always want to be on your team.” Daisy wasn’t sure if they were still talking about the game, but it happened to be true either way. Not that a comment like that was probably going to help the trying to be normal thing. It was a topic she knew she couldn’t avoid forever, though, and maybe it was time they actually talked about it. “Yeah?” Trip raised an eyebrow, looking at her over the edge of his cup. He’d definitely intended his question to mean something more without saying it directly, but he couldn’t tell if Daisy had caught on to that or not. So he pressed forward: “It’s just -- I know you’re busy. We’re busy.” He shifted his weight from one foot to another. “I’m never sure what’s going through that head of yours.” “Yeah.” Daisy was quiet for a minute. She could blame work, she could blame the mayhem that was Atlantis - it wouldn’t have exactly been a lie - but Daisy knew that wasn’t all of it and she knew he probably knew it, too. Trip knew her too well to not know when she was holding back or, you know, kind of running away from something. She looked down for a short moment and in all honesty, Daisy wasn’t really sure what she was going to say or do until she did it. Without warning, really, she leaned up to press a kiss to his lips. That wasn’t at all what Trip expected -- he’d expected her to be evasive and to avoid his questions, to be honest -- but he was overjoyed to discover he was wrong. As his free hand moved to rest on her waist, he leaned in to return the kiss, wishing more than anything that he wasn’t holding a drink in his other hand. He had no doubt that Coulson would have a lot to say about this if he saw it, but that was the farthest thing from Trip’s mind. Instead, his mind was filled with the way her lips felt pressed against his, and how he was close enough to smell her shampoo. He drew it out as long as he felt was reasonable for a public situation, and then pulled away slightly, breathless. “Do we get to do that more often?” In all honesty, there was a part of Daisy that had wanted to be evasive and avoid his question, but there was also a part of her that was tired of running. If Daisy knew anything, it was that it was too damn lucky to lose people, especially around here. In Atlantis, you didn’t just have to worry about your team, your friends, your family making it through a fight or a mission in one piece; you had to worry that come Tuesday or Saturday, they would just be gone, whether by choice or through a glitch or whatever. Kissing Trip had been an impulse, but it was one she couldn’t regret, because if she thought about everything, how easily people could just go here, she realized she didn’t want to waste whatever time she did have with Trip here. It was a second chance for both of them, in a way and probably long past time she took advantage of it. Daisy smirked up at him, tilting her head a little and pretending she needed to think about that answer. “You sure you don’t wanna ask Coulson for permission?” she teased. Trip didn’t hold his laugh back one bit. “Nah, your blessing is all I need.” He didn’t want to get into the technicalities of asking any father or father-figure for permission; hell, he wouldn’t ask for May’s permission, either. All he needed and wanted was Daisy’s assurance that she was in it for real. That she was willing to throw caution to the wind and try. He thought they were worth it. He thought she was worth it. “I’m glad you’re sayin’ yes,” he added, dropping his voice a notch as he leaned in again. “You are saying yes, right?” She considered teasing him a little more, maybe dragging out her answer a little, but she'd technically been making him wait for an answer a lot longer than just these few minutes standing here together, so, with a smile, she nodded. “Yeah, it's a yes,” she confirmed. Barely a second later, she grabbed his free hand with her own. “Come on, let's go kick some Charade ass.” |