My nightmares are usually about losing you
"My nightmares are usually about losing you."
Coulson's voice is low, and he's half hoping Daisy won't hear his words, but she does, of course she does, and while she doesn't immediately speak, she does slip her left hand into his right and squeeze his fingers gently.
"Tell me," she says softly.
He hunches his shoulders. "I'd rather not," he says, trying to suppress a shudder at the thought of repeating any of those images.
"Phil." Her voice is still soft, but there's a firmness in it now, and when he turns to look at her, sure his expression must be as stricken as he feels, she reaches out with her free hand cups his cheek. "You'll feel better for telling me," she says. "Cleanse your system as Andrew used to say."
Because he's watching her very intently he sees the little quiver in her lip and chin at her mention of Andrew, and he lifts his left arm and wraps it around her shoulders, pulling her body against his. It feels like forever since he last hugged her, and as he presses his face to her hair, he realises he's missed it. It seems weird to be thinking of this now, when they're trapped in a HYDRA-controlled virtual world, but on the other hand, what time do they have out in the 'real world' beyond the Framework.
She's already wrapped her arms around him, and now she manoeuvres them around until they're lying on his couch, their bodies snuggled together, and she strokes her fingers lightly through his hair as she repeats, "Tell me, Phil."
So, reluctantly, he does. He recounts his nightmares after Ian Quinn shot her and she nearly died; the nightmares that followed their experiences in the temple in San Juan when she underwent Terrigenesis; his nightmares of her being Swayed and controlled by Hive; and of her being hurt, or even killed, after she left SHIELD.
By the time he's finished, he feels drained, hollowed-out, almost, but he's surprised to realise that he does feel a bit better, too.
"Thank you," he whispers, and presses his lips to hers.
"Any time," she whispers back, then kisses him back, a little less chastely. He thinks of all they've been through together, and of how much he's loved her and for how long, and of the fact that with Daisy lacking her powers, they might not make it out of here alive, and when she pulls away he slides his hands down her body to press it against his, cupping her ass with his left hand. He brings his right hand over her hip and slips it between their bodies and presses two fingers against her sex.
"Phil." His name is a loud moan against his mouth, and then her mouth is on his, hot and hungry, and utterly relentless, and he fumbles open her pants so he can get his hand inside them to touch her. He's a bit startled to discover just how slick she already is as he pushes the tip of his index inside her, but he quickly forgets about that, concentrating instead on pleasuring her.
"More," she says insistently, and he obeys, adding a second finger to the first, and within a dozen strokes she's coming hard, her face buried in the crook of his neck as her orgasm hits her.
Once she's caught her breath she gets his pants undone and guides him into her. "Fuck, Phil," she gasps as he begins to slide inside. "You're huge."
That startles chuckle out of him, then he rolls her fully onto her back and pushes deeply into her still-throbbing sex.
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They doze for a bit afterwards, then they straighten themselves out, and Coulson makes them a late supper. It takes longer than it should because he keeps pausing to steal kisses from her as she helps him, or she suddenly wraps her arms around him, pressing her lips to the nape of his neck. It's oddly domestic, despite – or perhaps because of, he can't tell – of the danger they're in.
Eventually he gets the food on the table, and they eat in a companionable silence, before they head out to meet up with Jemma at a pre-arranged rendezvous; she's gone to see if she can 'wake up' Mack as Daisy had sensibly decided that they need all the help they can get if they're to 'wake' May and Fitz, who are both very deeply entrenched in the Framework.
Before they leave the house, he draws Daisy into an embrace, and she tilts her head back, then smiles. "It's gonna be okay, Phil," she promises, and while he's not sure how she can make such a promise, he finds himself believing her. "We're getting out of here."
"And when we do, we're going away for a few days," he tells her firmly. "I'm going to take you somewhere nice and spoil you."
Her face lights up, like he's just promised her the sun, moon, and stars. "I'd like that," she says softly.
"Then you shall have it," he says, and wonders how he can make such a promise when their future is uncertain. Still, it's said now, and he's not going to take it back.
She smirks. "Then let's go kick some HYDRA ass, then get the hell out of here."
He chuckles, nods, then gives her a quick kiss, before ushering her out of his door. It's an excellent plan, he thinks.