This all started – as most trouble on base does – with Daisy. Even with her unfortunate upbringing considered, it was truly baffling how the young agent had gotten this far in the world without ever seeing Miracle on 34th Street. Ever the fixer, Jemma quickly set about rectifying the situation, and later that week they were all summoned to the common area by the kitchen, which had been appropriately redecorated for their ‘Festive Film Foray’.
As it would happen, Jemma’s efforts ended up causing more issues then they fixed. While she has previously been happily diverted by Attenborough’s portrayal of Kringle, Daisy became noticeably misty-eyed as he lifted the first of the waiting children onto his knee.
Coulson caught her eye with a sad smile; ‘I guess you never got to see Santa either, huh?’.
She shook her head sadly and wiped hastily at her cheeks, turning her attention back to the film.
Daisy recovered quickly, already laughing heartly one again only moments later. Coulson, however, could be found with a creased-brow and tight frown for several days afterwards. That was, until one seemingly unremarkable morning, when there was an extra spring added to his step, and a mischievous glint in his eye.
After that, the festivities spilled from the confinement of their movie room; a tree popped up in the kitchen overnight, the glass door to the lab was littered with cheesy window stickers and the cupboards were suddenly stocked with holiday goodies May definitely didn’t approve on the expense report.
May was still surprised when she found Coulson, who had mysteriously disappeared from base on an ‘errand’ before even she was up. Wrapped in his heavy winter coat, his cheeks were still rosy from the cold as he unloaded gift boxes from the back on an SUV.
‘Do I even want to know what’s in those?’
May had to remind herself to breathe normally as Coulson turned to meet her with an unguarded affectionate smile. ‘You’ll have to wait and see!’ he proclaimed proudly. ‘But – I know you hate waiting for things - so I did bring you something for now’, shutting the boot, he leaned into the passenger side of the car and returned with a steaming take-away cup, and presented it to her with a proud grin.
May sipped cautiously, finding the beverage still piping hot, with an unfamiliar but not unpleasant floral taste. ‘What is it?’
Raising a puzzled look his way, May found that Coulson had not left her personal space after handing over the drink. ‘It’s mistletoe tea’, his mouth crooked into an adorable smile as he leaned forward and pressed a warm kiss to her parted lips, moving his mouth slowly but confidently over hers, his tongue darting out to taste the sweet hints of herbal tea that still lingered on her palette.
‘Merry Christmas Mel’, his hot whisper against her mouth was followed by an inexplicably chaste kiss to her cheek, and then he was gone, leaving Melinda rooted to the spot like a fragile pine, tea still in hand.
**
She knew about Phil’s plan – he had been catching her by surprise far too often for her liking lately, and May was determined to see his next trick coming. She hadn’t been planning on paying such a personal price for the information, however.
She had heard him enter the gym behind her as she finished her Tai Chi, and jumped slightly more from anticipation than surprise as he wrapped his arms loosely around her waist from behind, his mouth searing a trail of soft kissed along her neck before he whispered in her ear.
‘Good Morning Mel’.
It wasn’t the first time he’d kissed her since that morning in the garage, it had become a frequent occurrence in the handful of days that had followed, but Coulson’s new campaign seemed to involve him deliberately seeking her out when she had limited capacity to respond. Last night, he has made dinner for everyone, and when she went to the kitchen to dispose of her plate he followed her, pressing her against the counter and kissing her like he might devour her – she has just hooked her leg over his hip when he pulled away and called out – ‘Anyone else need another beer?’
He left the kitchen with an arm full of bottles and a triumphant grin.
She wasn’t about to let him get away so easily this time.
Turning in his embrace, May tried to tempt him with her hips as well as her words;
‘You know – if you’re going to interrupt my morning routine – you’re going to need to help me workout some other way…’
‘And how could I possibly hope to do that?’ May could practically here his smirk but was too busy nipping along his jawline and down his neck to see it, she knew she’d found the right spot when his hands moved from their gentle entrapment of her waste to grip her ass and shift her tightly against him.
‘….I have a few suggestions, if you’d be willing to hear me out…. Director’
Coulson seemed to be reminded of his apparent plot to frustrate her to death by the sound of the tac team advancing down the hallway.
‘I’d be happy to discuss any idea you might have at length…….some other time’.
Coulson was disappearing out the side door just as the first members of her training group filtered into the gym, leaving the young cadets to assume the uncommon flush on their instructors skin was from a particularly intense morning workout.
She pushed the cadets hard, and when they were finished up after lunch, she pushed herself even harder to kill time (and try to regain some sort of composure). She almost regretted the decision to wear herself out as she stifled a yawn on the way to Coulson’s quarters later that night. Entering the passcode and slipping quietly through the door, May was running her fingers through her hair when she was stopped in her tracks by the site in front of her.
Coulson was panting slightly as he bent over, his attempt to pull on his heavy black boots being hindered by the unfamiliar large belly clad in red velvet in his way. Slipping quickly and quietly back out the door, May couldn’t bring herself to laugh as her mind tried to reconcile her earlier fantasies with this new image of a white bearded Coulson in that ridiculous red suit.
Coulson obviously had some sort of plan – and May rapidly found herself forming her own.
**
3 days later
It had all gone down better than he ever could have suspected. Coulson invited the team to a seemingly impromptu Christmas party – advising them all that morning that their may be a special guest in attendance. He waited until they were all gathered in the common area and happily diverted by the festivities before he snuck off to make his quick change – glad to have had the foresight to practise putting on the cumbersome garment a few days prior.
When Director Klaus (or Santa Coulson, Daisy and Fitz were still undecided) made his grand entrance, the teams reaction was priceless and Coulson was slightly disheartened to find May was not among them. She had been distant the last few days, and had disappeared off base entirely for most of yesterday. He didn’t have much time to ponder the issue as Hunter approached and gave an experimental tug to his beard, whispering;
‘Fuck sake mate, S.H.I.E.L.D really has fucked with your head, hasn’t it?’
Turning back to the crowd of agents he attested that the beard didn’t budge, and he could only conclude, in his professional specialist opinion, that this was in fact the real Santa Claus.
Coulson made a show of piling the gifts he had bought under the tree, and making them all swear they wouldn’t be opened until Christmas Day. And while he wasn’t about to creepily suggest all his subordinates take turns sitting in his lap, he was grateful when Jemma corralled them all for a group photo and had a beaming Daisy balance precariously on his knee.
As the group dispersed back to their drinks, Daisy threw her arms around him in an embrace that might have bruised his ribs if his suit wasn’t so heavily padded. As he watched the young agent return to the others, he felt a gentle tap on his shoulder and felt the rest of his breath leave him as he turned and was faced with a remarkably festive Melinda May; her lips and cheeks an uncommon rosy red.
With a wordless smile that he could swear visibly brightened the room, she produced a simple white envelope.
‘And what do we have here?’ Melinda seemed pleased as his voice betrayed him as he attempted his previously flawless Father Christmas impression.
Everything else seemed to fade away as she stepped towards him, pressing intimately against him as she slipped the envelope into his suit jacket;
‘It’s my Christmas List’.
And just like that, she was gone again.
Sparing a glance to the oblivious party goers behind him, Coulson made his way towards his quarters – he was suddenly too hot in a way that was not entirely down to his suit. He began stripping away the heavy layers of his costume as he entered his room, sitting on the edge of his bed as he turned over the envelope May had given him, which she had somewhat adorably addressed ‘Santa’.
Chuckling a little, he tore it open and began to read, his laughter immediately sticking in his drying mouth as he took in the words so delicately written on the unassuming paper in his hand:
Dear Santa,
What I want most for Christmas is to feel Director Coulson pounding me with his big cock. I’d wrap myself up in a big bow for him and let him have me any way he wanted.
The paper trembled slightly in Coulson’s grasp as he read on.
Because I’ve been such a good girl, there are a few more things I’d REALLY like and I think you’re the guy who can get them for me this Christmas:
- I want the Director to ravage me in a supply closet, and make me cum with his fingers where ANYBODY could walk by and find us…..
- –
Coulson had to reach into his trouser and grip the base of his cock before he made the suit unreturnable, after he had begun unconsciously palming his thickening member as he read May’s list to the end, which read:
P.S. I hope Director Coulson can be DISCREET when you give him these special Christmas missions, I want all my gifts to be SURPRISES
Hastily kicking off his boots and trousers, Coulson discarded the letter before it could be ruined and fumbled for the lube in his bedside drawer – May’s 5th wish just might be the death of him…..