No one has a heart of stone
"No one has a heart of stone."
Daisy rolled her eyes. "I didn't actually say that, Coulson. I just said I was done with the relationship stuff. Between my own experiences and those of certain people around me – "
"Except Mack and Elena."
She shook her head. "They're not exactly peachy right now, either, after what happened with his Framework avatar and Hope."
"Daisy." He says her name softly, warm and a bit pleading, although she can't see why he'd be pleading with her about not giving up on romance and relationships – unless it's because he wants to live vicariously through hers. Which doesn't seem hugely likely – Phil Coulson's not like that.
"Why do you care anyway?" she asks curiously.
He shrugs, but he looks a bit shifty, and when she concentrates, his vibrations tell her he's uncomfortable – but he's the one who started this whole conversation, so – She blinks as a thought suddenly occurs to her.
She moves closer to him on the couch. The Playground's being rebuilt, but for the time being it's not fit for human habitation, so the team's scattered in a variety of safehouses: Mack and Elena are in one, Simmons, May, and Piper are together in another, and so on. She hadn't been sure how she and Phil had ended up together, but she's beginning to wonder if the reason's not a lot more obvious than she'd previously considered.
"Coulson?" She presses her right arm and leg against his left arm and leg, and she feels the way his vibrations intensify at the touch. "Phil?" she whispers, and when he finally turns to look at her, she's sure.
"God, you're impossible," she mutters, then reaches out and grabs his head in both hands, and leaning in, she plants her mouth firmly on his. His vibrations 'spike', and he kisses her back, his mouth hot and hungry against hers.
She's hardly aware of climbing onto his lap until she feels his cock thickening beneath her bare thigh (she's wearing a dress for once). "Fuck, Phil," she groans, and immediately begins working his pants open.
"Daisy." His groan is desperate, needy, and thrills her to her core as she frees his cock from the confines of his suit pants. He's huge: both thicker and longer than either Lincoln or Miles, and she feels a throb of want between her thighs as she wraps her hand around his dick.
A moment later she feels two of his fingers slip between her folds as he checks to see if she's ready for him: she is so ready – achingly desperate, in fact, and she's beyond grateful when he begins fingering her, rapidly driving her to a breath-taking climax. He doesn’t stop, though, once she's come – just works his fingers even faster until she comes a second time, even harder.
"In me," she manages to gasp out, and he clasps her hips, lifting her so that she can guide his cock into her slick heat. It's his turn to groan as he discovers how hot, and tight, and wet she is, and she feels the surge of desire in his vibrations as his orgasm builds rapidly.
He comes as hard as she had, his hips pistoning upwards as she rides him, and she suddenly feels very glad there's no one else staying in this safe house because neither one of them is being especially quiet tonight.
Once his cock begins to soften, she lifts herself off him, then holds out her right hand. "Shower, then bed," she tells him, and he looks positively thrilled at the prospect.
"Daisy," he says, taking her hand and letting her tug him up to his feet. "Thank you."
"Don't thank me yet," she says a little darkly, smirking. "I don't intend to let you get much sleep tonight."
He shakes his head, clearly amused. "I meant thank you for proving my point."
"Which point," she asks as she leads the way to the bathroom.
"That your heart isn't made of stone."
She rolls her eyes. "You were the one implying it was." He opens his mouth, probably to argue, and she pulls his body against hers, plasters her mouth to his, then pushes them both back against the wall, kissing him fiercely.
"Enough," she growls when she finally pulls back to let him – them both – breathe. "It doesn't matter now."
He chuckles. "I like it when you get aggressive." She raises her eyebrows. "It's very sexy."
"I'll show you sexy," she says with a smirk.
"I look forward to it." His answering smirk sends a shiver down her back, and she all but drags him into the bathroom.
"Shower, then fuck," she tells him.
He's already shedding his suit jacket, eyes gleaming with anticipation, and she sheds her own clothes quickly. This is going to be a good evening, she decides.