That was a perfect example of how not to do things
"That was a perfect example of how not to do things."
Daisy can't help smirking at Phil's dismayed reaction. "It seemed like the way to go at the time."
He rolls his eyes. "You're impossible," he says, his tone full of fond amusement and his eyes twinkling.
"Oh yeah, that's me – the impossible girl," Daisy says, smirking even more.
He holds out a hand, and she accepts it, then lets him pull her up to her feet. They both look down at the mewling clowder of cats.
"You do know cats are famous for being impossible to herd?" Phil asks, and Daisy laughs, then wraps her arms around him, hugging him. He lets out a surprised 'Oof', but hugs her back equally hard.
"Maybe we shouldn't have agreed to house sit for Cal – Dr Winslow – while he's at the Vetinarians' conference?"
Phil snorts. "Bit late for that now," he observes.
"Yeah." She bends down and scoops up three of the cats, then gives him a pointed look. "Some help wouldn't go amiss, Phil."
He's staring at her with the most ridiculously dopey grin on his face and she wonders what's wrong with him, but then he grabs her forearms and, ignoring the cats, pulls her back into his arms before planting his mouth on hers.
To say Daisy's surprised, is an understatement – yet, at the same time, she's really not. They've pretty much been dancing around this since day 1, when they flirted and bantered with each other like it was going out of fashion.
The cats are completely forgotten (the ones in her arms wriggle free) as Phil proves himself to be every bit as fantastic a kisser as she'd always speculated/hoped/dreamed, and by the time he releases her so that they can catch their breath, she feels like her knees have been replaced with jelly, and she's embarrassingly aroused.
"Fuck, Phil," she breathes, and when he smirks, looking exceedingly cocky and smug, she grabs his arms and pulls him in for a kiss of her own.
"Daisy," he groans when she finally frees his mouth. "We need to deal with these cats, stat."
"Yeah," she says, voice breathy with lust: she had sensed his arousal via his vibrations (and the hardness of the erection pressed against her thigh as they kissed), and she wants nothing more than to take him to bed.
She looks down, then around at the room where the cats are scattered. "Go and stand in the doorway," she tells him, "and hold onto something – tight."
He gives her a puzzled look, but obeys, and then laughs out loud a moment later when Daisy uses her powers to create a very tightly controlled 'whirlwind' that scoops up the half dozen cats and deposits them into the beds provided in the laundry room off Cal's kitchen. She closes the door with a flick of her wrist, then turns around to see Phil staring avidly at her, his right hand pressed firmly against his crotch.
"Like what you see, do you, Phil?" she teases, and he shamelessly squeezes his erection through his pants, then moves to meet her as she crosses the kitchen towards him.
"Always," he murmurs, then plants his mouth on hers again, and they makeout furiously for several minutes until they're both breathless and desperate.
"Bed," she murmurs, and he nods adamantly, then lets her lead the way upstairs, his hand wrapped in hers.
As she ushers him into the guest room she's been using she can't help feeling glad that Cal – Dr Winslow isn't due home for another 3 days: he may not know he's her father, but she'd still rather he didn't walk in on her and Phil exploring this development in their relationship.
She draws him down onto the bed with her, and as her hands get busy with undressing him, her last coherent thought for a while is: 'Finally.'