What are you doing in my house?
"What are you doing in my house?" Coulson demands in a stage whisper as he enters his kitchen to find her waiting there.
Daisy manages not to roll her eyes, but it's not easy. This version of Coulson might have remembered her name, but he hasn't remembered much else yet, and it's both proving hard work to get him to remember, and making her deeply anxious that it's taking so long. She has a horrible feeling that time is running out, and she really needs Phil Coulson to be fully on board.
"You really want a HYDRA agent accosting you in the school parking lot?" she asks, then feels a bit guilty for how much paler he goes. She dares to step into his space and touches his arm.
"I'm sorry, Coulson," she says softly. "I'm not trying to frighten or intimidate you, I swear. I just – I need your help."
"Because I'm the one you come to when things get heavy," he says, repeating her words of the day before. He sounds sceptical, she thinks, but she nods anyway.
"Yeah."
He sighs. "How can I help, though? I can't remember anything clearly."
"I've been thinking about that," she says. "If you'll let me I'll use a technique that a good friend used to help me."
"You're going to hypnotise me?" he asks in a flat tone.
She gives him a weak smile. "Sort of."
"Where do you want to do this?"
"Best if we do it somewhere that you feel comfortable and safe." He flushes a bit, biting his bottom lip, and she touches his arm again. "Phil?"
"Upstairs," he says. "In – in my bedroom."
"Okay." She gestures for him to precede her, and he leads the way – she's already scouted the place, of course, while she was waiting for him to get home from school, and she knows which is his room, but she doesn't want him to think she was spying on him – even if that's exactly what she was doing.
As they head up the stairs she has a brief moment of wondering how Jemma's making out with Mack, then she focuses her attention back on Phil.
He takes off his shoes and tweed jacket, then crosses to the bed, and she gets him to lie at one side so she can sit beside him on the stool she brings over from in front of the vanity.
She uses a memory recollection technique that Andrew had used with her once in another time and place that feels horribly distant right now. (She tries not to wonder if Andrew's here in the Framework – if he and May are together.)
She's not sure if the technique will actually work on someone who's basically a computer program masquerading as a man, but she starts him at the moment when they first met: the moment when the scary man in the dark suit flung open the side of her van before a far scarier man in a suit put a bag over her head, and slowly brings him forward, helping him to remember everything they've been through together.
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It's nearly midnight by the time Daisy brings back his memory of the mission on which they met Ivanov, and she's exhausted – although probably not as exhausted as Phil. When he opens his eyes and looks at her, it's 'her' Phil looking up at her, and when he says, "Oh Daisy", in that familiar soft voice she can't quite manage to hold back tears. Moments later, they're cuddling together on his bed, and while she thinks she should be worried about that, she's actually hugely relieved to have him back, to know that he knows both who she is, and who he is.
It's a surprise, though, when he kisses her, his mouth hot and hungry on hers, and a tiny part of her thinks she should stop him, but a larger part knows that she won't, and she kisses him back with a similar sort of relief and desperation combined.
When his hands fumble at her belt, though, she has to stop him at least for a few moments so they can talk. She wraps her hands over his and draws them up against his chest.
"What is this, Phil?" she asks. She has to ask because she needs to be sure he really knows what he's doing – because this isn't like him, like them, and while it's true she's pretty much been pining for him since day one, she'd never expected to go down this route, and she certainly never imagined he'd be the one to initiate it.
He's breathing heavily, his chest heaving, and he looks a little wild – though not in a dangerous way. "I want you, Daisy," he says, his voice husky. "I've wanted you for so long, and this might be the only chance we get before things go to hell in a handcart. And I'm done wasting time." He looks at her, his blue eyes a bit hazy with lust, but definitely still her Phil.
She swallows hard. "Well, when you put it like that," she says, trying to keep it light.
He smirks, and suddenly she knows this is very definitely 'her' Phil. "C'mon then," he says, and his hands go back to her belt.
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They don't get much sleep that night, but Daisy does manage about 3 hours, with Phil's body pressed to her back, and his arms wrapped around her middle. She wakes with his cock hard against her ass, and she feels a rush of desire all over again. If this is the only chance that she and Phil will ever get to do this, she knows she'll always be grateful for the memory of how tender and how passionate he could be – often at the same moment.
She shifts in his arms, knowing he'll wake at the movement, and smirks when he gives her a long, slow, sexy smile as soon as he opens his own eyes. He rolls her onto her back and hitches his leg over both of hers, effectively pinning her to the bed, and she pulls his head down to kiss him hungrily, before they make love.
She doesn't know what today or the rest of their time in the Framework will bring, but at least they've had this.