30, I have a hangover and you’re annoying me
"It’s 8:30, I have a hangover and you’re annoying me." Daisy didn't quite glare at the others, but it was close. Hunter laughed in what Daisy considered was a malicious fashion, while Mack set a tall glass of orange juice down on the counter against which Daisy was leaning.
"This'll make you feel better," he said, his voice a low rumble that was a little more soothing to her than the sound of Hunter's more strident tones.
"Thanks, Mack," she said gratefully, and reached carefully around herself for the glass. She took a couple of mouthfuls, then felt herself perk up slightly when Coulson – Phil, as he'd told her she could call him last night – sometime before she gave herself the hangover from Hell – walked into the kitchen. It wasn't just the fact that the sight of him cheered her up, but also the fact that he looked about as hungover and wrecked as she felt.
"Sir, would you fire Hunter?" she asked.
"Now?" he asked, smiling at her in what she considered was far too sexy a fashion.
"Would be good," she agreed, with a soft smile back.
"Of course."
"Hey, hey!" protested Hunter.
"I'd go and see Bobbi if I was you, mate," Mack advised, pouring a second glass of orange juice, and offering it to Phil, who thanked him courteously.
"I'm going, I'm going," Hunter said, sounding cross. "You people have no sense of humour."
"None whatsoever where you're concerned," Daisy told him, feeling a little more cheerful now he was going away.
"Can I get either of you anything else?" Mack asked, and when they both told him that they'd manage, he went out too.
Phil moved to Daisy's side, and brushed his right arm against hers as he moved to stand facing the counter, reaching for the slices of bread Mack had left out.
"Toast?" Phil asked.
"Please," she agreed. She switched her glass to her left hand, then reached out with her right and slipped it under his t-shirt, placing her palm against his belly. "Okay?" she whispered.
He let go of the knife he was using to butter the bread and placed his hand over hers, lacing their fingers together over his belly.
"Yeah," he said softly. "You?"
"Aside from the hangover?" she asked, and he gave her a little smirk. "Yeah. Maybe a little sore, but in a good way." She added the last quickly when he looked alarmed at her 'confession'.
"Daisy," he said, and she whispered his name back, then leant in and brushed her mouth against his stubbly cheek.
"You haven't shaved," she observed.
He quirked his eyebrows. "Someone promised to do that for me this morning, then abandoned me."
"Sorry," she whispered. "Hunter pounced on me with glee."
"My poor girl."
Daisy drew their joined hands down over his stomach to press lightly on his crotch, and he flicked a wide-eyed look at her. She had to admit, this was a bit of a risky manoeuvre – anyone might walk in at any moment, after all. But at least her hand was outside his sweatpants. What she really wanted was to slip her hand inside and curl her fingers over his hot flesh which was rapidly stiffening beneath her touch.
"Phil," she moaned.
"Perhaps we should take this elsewhere?" he suggested quietly.
"Yeah," she breathed.
"Let me make some toast first though. I know you're a youngster still, but an old man like me needs sustenance to keep up with a young woman like you."
"Old man my ass," she snorted. She curled her fingers over the shape of his erection, and he thrust his hips forward, involuntarily she was sure.
"Daisy," he said in an admonishing tone.
"There you are!" May's voice startled Daisy as she came into the kitchen, but Daisy was very careful not to jerk her hand away from the bulge of Phil's swollen shaft – that would've drawn unwanted attention. She slipped her hand free slowly, then withdrew it and turned fully towards her SO.
"Here I am," she agreed, digging up a smile.
May looked her up and down, then shook her head. "I suppose I can let you have one morning off," she said. "I hear you overindulged yourself last night."
"Hunter," groaned Daisy, and May smirked.
"He did say you looked a wreck."
"Charming," Phil said, half turning at the counter and nodding at May before finishing his task. As far as Daisy could tell he was slathering the toast with peanut butter and jelly.
"I'll expect to see you bright and early as usual tomorrow morning," May told her, and Daisy agreed, then watched her go, before turning to find Phil was offering her a plate of toast.
"Let me just grab some coffee," he said, and Daisy nodded, feeling quite certain coffee would definitely help. She dug out a tray, and loaded onto it their glasses of orange juice, and the plates of toast.
A few minutes later they headed back through the hallways and upstairs to Phil's quarters – and she felt a little jolt of excitement as they slipped inside. She could sense from Phil's vibrations that he was still aroused, and she was aware of the slick heat between her thighs. She wanted him right now, and she was fairly sure he wanted her immediately too. On the other hand, though, the coffee and toast would get cold if she insisted on them fucking right away. So she settled on his bed with him, and they had breakfast in a state of simmering arousal and lust, then Phil moved the tray onto the credenza, and Daisy lounged back on the bed, her right hand cupping her sex through her sweatpants while her left cupped her breast through her tank.
"Fuck, Daisy." He whispered the words when he turned around and saw her, and she smirked up at him.
"That sounds like an excellent plan, Phil," she said.
He chuckled, then knelt on the end of the bed and tugged at the knees of her sweatpants, so she lifted her ass and let him drag them off. "Do you want to shave me before – ?" He gestured at her sex, and she felt her eyes go wide as she realised he was intending to go down on her.
"No need," she said. The thought of his stubble scratching at her thighs as he ate her out was a definite turn on.
He spread her legs, but she grabbed his head before he could begin. "Pants off first, Phil," she told him. "It'll save time afterwards."
"You think of everything," he said admiringly.
She smirked. "I try."
He stood up on the bed and dropped his sweatpants, and she bit her bottom lip – she'd already seen his cock last night, of course, but she couldn't deny that she felt that seeing it by daylight was like seeing it for the first time.
"May I?" he asked, almost formally, and she beckoned him down.
"Please," she breathed.
He smiled, then settled himself between her legs and she moaned softly as he drew his tongue up the length of her wet sex.
"Oh god." The moan slipped out of her unintentionally, and it turned out to be the first of many as he went down on her with an enthusiasm she'd never experienced with previous lovers.
Eventually he raised his head and shifted up the bed, and she felt the head of his cock bump against her still-quivering thigh as he positioned himself over her. "Okay?" he asked softly.
"Very okay," she whispered. "I think my hangover's gone."
He chuckled softly, then said, "May I kiss you?"
For a moment she wondered why he was asking, then realised it was probably because his mouth was wet with her juices. She grabbed the back of his head and pulled him down to kiss her, and he opened his mouth over hers, then demonstrated all over again just how good he was with his mouth.
"In me, Phil, please," she gasped after a bit.
He reached out to the nightstand and grabbed a condom, and she thought about how shy he'd seemed last night when he'd produced them – as if she'd somehow mind that he cared enough to want to use one.
He eased his dick into her, and they both moaned as he stretched and filled her, before resting the weight of his upper body on his very amazing arms. (He'd teased her about her liking for Thor's 'dreamy arms' last night before she'd kissed him into silence.)
"I love you," he whispered.
"Phil," she whispered back. He hadn't said that last night, although she had never doubted that he did love her.
He smiled, then began to move slowly, his gaze fixed on hers with such a loving tenderness in her eyes that she felt like weeping – no one had ever looked at her like that before.
They came together, then he rolled off her and they snuggled together for a bit before agreeing that they should shower and get dressed before anyone started wondering where the Director and his right-hand woman had got to.
"And I should shave you," she told him as they made their way into the ensuite. "Wouldn't want to give Hunter any ideas."
Phil chuckled. "Let's not," he agreed.
She smirked, and did her best not to simply stand and stare as he stepped past her into the shower cubicle. His body was definitely worth ogling, she decided.
Thor who? she thought with a smirk.