Chapter 2
They were home.
And old base was used, and the team collapsed in exaustion the second they found an available bed.
Daisy fell asleep on a couch. Nobody had the heart to move her. She needed her sleep.
Mack and Yo Yo found a room. FitzSimmons too.
The last ones standing were Phil and Melinda.
The two agaents hadn't lost physical contact. They touched every chance they had since he escape. Hands rested in the small of each other's backs, shoulders pressed together, steps taken in unison.
Melinda's hair was still a little damp, and she needed this.
Turning around, they quickly found a room, and closed the door, locking it. They were gonna sleep in tomorrow. They both knew.
Melinda was silent as she pulled her shirt up over her shoulders, leaving only her yoga pants and the soft bra. The quiet was comfortable, but desperate.
They still could hear the ghosts of gunshots ringing in their ears.
Phil simply waited outside the bathroom as she used it, his hand and forehead resting on the door.
They switched places, and she waited until he emerged and turned out the light.
The sheets were new, and the bed was a little to soft for their liking, but it didn't matter.
No words were shared as Melinda cuddled up to Phil, holding him, leaving no space between them. He just let out a contents sigh, moving to wrap his arm around her, Phil's elbow at her waist, hand reaching up to tentatively touch her warm shoulders.
The bed warmed quickly, neither one daring to move. They needed this. The contact. The intimacy. It was all a rushed mental therapy for them.
They could feel each other's heartbeats against the other's chest, and the steady beats immediately fell into sync.
Phil pressed a kiss to her forehead, and let exaustion take over.
They listened to their breathing even out, and decided that, for once, they would just exist.