I didn’t lose it, I just misplaced it.
"I didn’t lose it, I just misplaced it."
Daisy snorts. "Sure, Coulson. I mean, obviously, anyone can misplace an SUV – they're so inconspicuous."
He turns a pained look her way, then his face crinkles into amusement. "It does sound absurd, doesn't it? Sorry, Sk– Daisy."
She bumps her shoulder against his as he stumbles over her changed name. He's still trying to get used to the change, and with anyone else, she'd probably be annoyed by his frequent lapses into the use of her previous name, but Coulson isn't like anyone else: he's her best friend, her only family (though she definitely doesn't think of him as a father-substitute, and never will now that she's met her real father, even if the latter no longer remembers he has a daughter), and the person she's been closest to since joining SHIELD. She quite understands why he's struggling to get her name right.
"Maybe I'll start a tip jar," she teases. "Every time you call me 'Skye', I'll get you to put a dollar in it, and then when I've got $50, I'll pay for you to have my actual name tattooed on your knuckles."
He looks absolutely stunned by the suggestion, then bursts out laughing, and she can't help laughing too.
"Because that wouldn't cause any kind of comment whatsoever," he says when he finally has breath enough to speak.
"No, but imagine punching bad guys in the face and the last thing they see is my name hurtling towards them!"
That sets him off on a fresh round of laughter, his right arm wrapped around her as he struggles for composure, and she can't help being glad of this – an occasion to tease him and make him laugh – there's been little laughter for either one of them since the events aboard the Iliad. She's even more pleased when he wraps his left arm around her too – it's the first time they've hugged properly since he got his prosthetic fitted, and she's not gonna lie, she's missed his two-armed hugs (not that he's been hugging her a lot with only one arm, but – )
"I do love you, you know," he says once their mutual laughter has subsided again.
She raises her eyebrows. "Sure," she says. "And I love you. You're my best friend, and – "
"No." He stops her with that single word, and then a press of his lips to hers, and she doesn't stop to consider the wisdom of it, she simply kisses him back, opening her mouth eagerly under his, and moaning when he licks across the roof of her mouth.
"Phil," she groans, and his whole face lights up.
"Daisy," he breathes, and slides his right hand down her back to cup her ass, pressing her body tightly against his so that she can feel the hard length of his erection.
"Fuck," she gasps, shocked but also thrilled.
"Yes," he agrees. "Not here."
She manages to disentangle herself, then scans the parking lot rapidly. "Over there," she says, and points out their SUV. They make their way over to the vehicle, and Daisy climbs into the driver's seat while Coulson settles into the passenger seat. "Back to the motel?"
He nods, and she backs the SUV out of the parking space, then hits the highway, being careful not to break the speed limit, but definitely nudging it all the way as she races across town to the motel where they're spending the night before heading back to the Playground.
They waste little time in getting to their adjacent rooms, and Daisy almost drags Phil into hers, desire and excitement making her tremble almost as much as her nerves.
She grabs his belt as soon as the door's closed and locked, but Phil grabs her hands and lifts them away carefully.
"Slow down," he says gently.
"But – " she begins impatiently.
"I know," he says, and puts his right index under her chin, tilting her head up from where she's gazing at their joined hands. "We've waited a long time for this," he says, "which is why I don't want to rush this. I don't want our first time to be a rushed quickie."
"No 'Wham, bang, thank you ma'am'?" she asks, suddenly getting it, because of course Director Charm School doesn't want that – he's far too smooth.
"Exactly," he says with a smirk.
"Okay," she says, swallowing the sigh. "But sometime, I do want a rushed quickie."
He raises his eyebrows. "You do?"
"Of course." She smirks. "Finesse is all very well, Phil, but sometimes you just wanna fuck."
He surprises her by blushing, although she's not sure why. "Okay." He draws her into his arms and kisses her – slow and deep and desperately sexy, and she feels a flood of heat and moisture between her thighs. She also realises that his vibrations have changed, and after a moment she decides it's his desire – and she feels a thrill at the idea that he won't be able to pretend or play it cool with her – she'll always know when he wants her. She slightly regrets his loss of privacy, but at the same time, she can't deny that she finds the idea reassuring: to have definitive proof that she's desired by the man she desires is very comforting.
They take it slow, removing bits of each other's clothing one by one between lengthy kisses that are close to reducing Daisy to a melted puddle of desire: she swears she's going to come before he even gets his cock inside her.
In fact, she comes when he eases a finger inside her to see if she's ready, and she'd be embarrassed but he seems so charmed that she's not embarrassed at all. He eases a second finger into her and she moans into his mouth as he continues to kiss her, her shoulders supported by his left arm as he lies by her right side on the bed.
She comes a second time when his thumb presses against her clit and begins massaging it. "Fuck," she mutters, and instead of removing his fingers, he continues to stroke her right through the aftershocks of her orgasm, building her up to a third one, and she stares at him.
"Are you even real?" she asks, and he chuckles, far too amused in Daisy's opinion.
"This is what happens when you fuck someone who's not a boy," he teases.
"God." She shifts, moving her body over his without him losing contact, and it's his turn to groan when she presses the full length of her naked body to his, his cock rigid between their bellies. She takes over at least some of the work, riding his fingers and sliding her body against his, their skin beginning to heat up. He's got his left arm resting against her lower back, and she's pleased that he's not afraid to touch her with the prosthetic – she'd had a moment of wondering whether he'd think she'd think it was gross or something.
"Make me come again, Phil," she insists, and he groans more loudly, then moves his fingers faster, and as soon as she starts coming she lifts her body so that his fingers drop out, then she clasps his dick and slides it straight into her slick sex, which is still pulsing and throbbing from her orgasm.
"Fuck, Daisy," he gasps, clearly not expecting this move.
She smirks at him as she lowers her body back over his, but she's startled when he grasps her arms and tries to lift her off him.
"What?" she asks worriedly, wondering if she's hurting him.
"Condom," he hisses.
She shakes her head. "I trust you, Phil. And you know I'm covered." It's SHIELD policy, after all, and he is the Director.
He blushes in the most endearing fashion, and she tightens her muscles around him, eliciting another of his groans of her name.
"I don't know how long I can last," he tells her, sounding worried.
"It's okay, Phil," she says, and lowers her head to kiss him slow and deep. "You've already got me off three times. I just want to see you come now."
She begins to ride him, and he strokes his right hand up and down her spine, which ought to be soothing rather than sexy, but it's definitely sexy right at this moment.
"Daisy." He grunts when she tightens her muscles around him as yet another orgasm hits her, then she feels him climax, and she moans into his mouth.
Once they've both caught their breath, she rolls off him, then sits up, and they make their way into the ensuite bathroom to shower.
She's never really believed they'd ever take their relationship this far, but she's definitely not got any complaints: Phil seems to be every bit as thoughtful and generous a lover as she'd assumed (on the rare occasions she'd allowed herself to consider the matter). She reckons Phil Coulson is the best thing to have ever happened to her, and she hopes he feels the same (though she's not quite ready to ask him that question yet).
She's happy and although she's always been wary of happiness in the past, and while she's very aware things could still go wrong, she decides that she's not going to worry about that right now.
As Phil turns on the water above them, she wraps her arms around him and presses her mouth to his. "Love you," she whispers against his lips.
"Love you, too," he says, and hugs her back.