Chapter 3
Melinda had never gotten a night of such deep sleep. She had been so tired, her body shut down for almost Twelve hours. Phil's too.
She woke up in the same position she had fallen asleep in, cuddled up against his chest. Melinda flipped over, and backed up against Phil. He didn't even stir.
After Melinda woke up, it was usually hard to fall back asleep. But this time, she drifted back off without a problem.
The second time she woke, it was because Phil had drapped his arm over her. "You're touching my boob." She said, still half asleep. Then Melinda decided she didn't care.
The third time Melinda opened her eyes, she knew that it was because Phil was watching her. "Hey." She whispered.
"Hey yourself." He said, smiling. "I don't want to get up." He said.
"Me neither." Melinda sighed.
"Let's just stay in bed all day." Phil proposed.
Melinda hummed in agreement. "But we're gonna have to get up soon, cause I'm starving."
"Touche." He responded, pulling the blankets higher over himself, almost covering Melinda completely.
Melinda let her eyes close again, and she had just wiggled into a more comfortable position when there was a knock on the door. Daisy's voice filtered through. "Hey, sleepy heads, Jemma is making lunch."
"Im not moving." Melinda whispers to Phil. He agrees.
"Are they awake?" Mack's voice asks Daisy's.
Daisy knocks again.
Then she tries the door handle.
"Oh my God. It's locked." She says.
"Daisy. They are adults." Mack warns.
"Holy Jesus. What if they're... or they..."
"I'm sure-" Mack starts.
That's the second that May reaches to the floor and throws her shoe at the door. Mack goes silent when he hears the thump. "Oh God." He says. "Yeah let's go," Mack decides when May throws her other shoe.
"What are you doing? Trying to trumatize the kids?" Phil jokes.
"Of course." Melinda smiles suggestively.
They lapse into silence, until May finally admits; "I'm hungry."
"Yeah me too." Phil responds, and they get up, Melinda Picking up her shirt from where she had droppped it the night before. Just before they're about to leave, Melinda grins as she walks over to the mirror and messes up her hair a little more, and tucks a small section of her shirt in.
When they emerge from the room, Daisy and Mack can't meet their eyes. All the small team can do is stare, blink, with guilty glances back to their food.
"Good morning." Phil cheerfully says.
Fitz coughs. "More like afternoon."
"Everybody sleep well?" Phil asks, reaching for a plate and serving himself some of Jemma's spaghetti. Melinda is quick to follow, and they take their seats next to each other.
"Uh.. yeah." Daisy says.
"And you sir?" Jemma looks to Phil.
The team stare Jemma down, Daisy wide-eyed as she pantomimed cutting off her own head with her hand.
"I slept well, thank you."
Daisy fakes to gag.
"Is something wrong, Daisy?" Melinda asks innocently. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah!" Daisy quickly says, giving her a thumbs up. "We all slept great! You included, May? I slept great! Fitz slept great! Yo-Yo slept great! Jemma-!"
"Shut up, Daisy." Mack hissed.
An awkward silence filled the room.
"You guys seem anxious, is something going on?" Coulson asked.
"Oh you know... The government is hunting us-" Fitz started quickly.
"-and we're living in a half destroyed base-" Jemma rapidly says.
"-the world sees us as terrorists-" Yo-Yo instantly added.
"-we don't have a mission-" Mack states without missing a beat.
"-and Mace is dead." Daisy rattles off.
Phil blinks. "I know, but..." He shakes his head. "It's just... Hmmmmmm." He shrugs, taking another bite of spaghetti.
Afyer several moments of quiet, Jemma says, "May, you look tired."
"You didn't escape an underwater base, fight robots, and fly a plane for twelve hours." May responds without looking up.
"Yes, but for sixteen and a half hours of sleep-" Jemma pushes.
"You mean fourteen?" Melinda says.
The team stares with discust.
"Yeah. Daisy and Mack woke us up. I had to throw my shoes at the door to make you guys take your racquet somewhere else."
The team seems to let out a sigh of relief. "Thank God!" Daisy called out.
"What did you think my shoes were?" Melinda gives Daisy a confused look.
"I thought you guys were...." Daisy purses her lips together and raises her eyebrows.
"Doing what?" Phil adds, a hint of amusement in his voice.
"Oh my God!" Mack yells, tired of the conversation. "She thought you guys were banging!"
"Banging?" Phil says. "Why would we voluntarily make a bunch of noise for no reason?"
"You know, since you guys have been apart so long..." Jemma shrugged. "Maybe you and Agent May were-"
"Knocking boots." Yo-yo interjects.
"For your information, I wouldnt destroy my boots. I like my boots. Especially the ones with the heels." Melinda says.
"They're to old." Fitz says. "I can't believe it."
"Excuse me?!?" Melinda looks him dead in the eye.
"I thought you guys were dancing. In bed." Daisy face-plants the table.
"I only dance undercover. Like those waltzes? The tangos? All for undercover." Melinda says, shaking her head.
"Oh dear God." Daisy voice is muffled against the table as she puts her hands over her head.
"MAKING LOVE." Mack booms.
"Who was?!?" Phil looks around at his team with shock.
"You guys!" They all yell in unison.
Melinda looks at them. "What guys?" Then it 'dawns' on her. "Oh no. Phil and I?We were just sleeping together."
"Lord Jesus Christ Almighty help us all." Daisy mutters.