It sounds like you're trying to convince yourself
"It sounds like you're trying to convince yourself," Coulson observes, and Daisy looks at him.
She purses her lips, then nods, albeit reluctantly.
"So maybe don't?" he suggests gently.
"But – "
"Daisy," he says, still gently. "I've only known you four days – " He frowns, and she guesses he's trying to get his head around the whole 'not real' aspect again. "But I can tell you're a good person. Why torture yourself by going back there. Back to – him?"
She swallows, looking at his dear, beloved face – the glasses don't hide the kindness in his beautiful blue eyes, any more than the school teacher clothes can disguise the man he is, inside the Framework or 'out there'.
"Phil," she says softly. She doesn't know what her face is doing, but it must be doing a Thing, because he suddenly reaches out and cups her cheek, then presses his mouth ever so carefully to hers. She can't help making a small, needy noise, and his kiss transforms from careful to greedy (though it's still, somehow, careful), then he tugs her onto his lap, and she kisses him back equally as urgently. She wants him – she's wanted him (or 'her Coulson') for a very long time. (How long has she been thinking of him as 'hers'? At least since Raina kidnapped him, she's sure.)
His hands slip under her button down, where it's not tucked into her jeans at the back, and she moans as he draws his left thumbnail up her spine, feeling desire spike through her body. They scrabble their clothes off each other, between greedy, demanding kisses, and then she's sprawled supine on his couch and his hot mouth is kissing a path down her body before he buries his face between her legs, and she comes hard, with so little contact that it's a shock, but it's a pleasurable shock.
He gets her off twice before her tugging on his shoulders persuades him to move back up her body, and they guide his cock into her between them, though it takes two tries because they're still kissing as if their lives depend on them remaining joined at the mouth – and maybe they do, she thinks distantly, gasping in surprise as he finally gets his cock into her, stretching and filling her as he penetrates deeply.
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They take it in turns to shower afterwards, then settle into Phil's bed.
"Will I remember this?" he asks, drawing her body against his so they're snuggled tightly together.
"I don't know," she tells him. "I'm not sure how the Framework works once you've been in it for a period of time."
"But you will?" She bites her bottom lip, then nods, and he leans in to lave his tongue over her lip, then kisses her, undemanding, yet determined. "Then you must tell me."
She feels heat flush her face. "I – "
"Daisy," he says very firmly. "Promise me, please, that when you've got everyone out, and Aida's been deactivated or destroyed, that you'll tell me that we had this time together in here."
She swallows hard, then nods. "Promise."
"Good," he says, his voice soft, yet satisfied. His right hand slides down her back to cup her ass. "Let's make it worth sharing, shall we?"
"Phil," she groans as he draws his hand over her hip then eases it between her thighs.
"I love you, Daisy," he whispers, and she whispers his words back.
She's not sure how she'll tell the Phil in the real world, but she knows, now, that she must.