agent_coulson | Working relationships

Phil Coulson was used to being woken up from a dead sleep. In fact, he'd basically stopped having "dead sleeps" anymore, after so many years of being on call and needing to be instantly alert at a moment's notice. He dozed more than he actually slept now.

So it wasn't a shock to hear his mobile ringing at 3am, but that didn't mean it was pleasant. His hand shot out automatically, pushing the button to answer the call even before he was fully awake. By the time it reached his ear, he'd opened his eyes and the beginning of a silent hope was already forming in his head: that maybe this would be something needing his authorization, or a question from a junior agent, or--hell, even a question from Fury himself, anything to let him go back to sleep after the call ended.

Of course that was a pipe dream. He listened carefully as the threat was described to him: two speedsters, shooting some kind of unidentified beam, in Newark. Destruction to property. Civilian lives at risk. General chaos.

It made sense, really. Of all the places he least desired to be, New Jersey at 3 in the morning on a Saturday was pretty close to the top of the list.

He sighed, and sat up, swinging off the bed to head for the closet. "I'll be there in twenty minutes. Call whoever's up on the roster, at least a Level 2. I don't want to be there all morning." With that, he snapped the phone shut, grabbed a suit off the rack, and made a beeline for the kitchen--if he was going to deal with this, he wasn't going to do it without coffee.

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And that was something she liked about him, had always liked, that upfront behavior. The fact that you could have a logical, adult conversation with him, and not have it be lost in the twists and mazes of innuendo and pc niceness. "Mm, of course. How horribly unofficial of me."

Laughing, she moved in to kiss under his chin. "Inner thigh or outer thigh, because the reaction is different depending on the answer." She liked that, that smile of his. The easy, natural curve of his lips as he just enjoyed himself. She had a feeling she'd be attempting to make it happen again. It suited him.

"I think I'll need more information on these reactions to make an informed decision." He lifted his head a little so she could keep kissing there if she wanted. "Or I could just start on the outer and work my way inside, to get a range of them."

"Mmm, I certainly appreciate your thoroughness." Tongue slipping out, she licked over the line of his pulse, kissing it after as she took her time enjoying this snippet of a moment with him. Work would come soon, and she'd walk around pretending she wasn't picturing what he looked like under his suit. Or that she knew what he looked like. And that she liked it.

"Well, documenting all possible outcomes is my job." He closed his eyes and shivered at the feel of her tongue on his throat. "And speaking of..." He opened one eye just a bit, to peer at her. "We should probably head in."

A small sigh at that, but she darted in a quick kiss to his lips before drawing back. "We probably should. Besides," she said, rolling off the bed and standing, stretching slightly before bending and picking up her costume, "I need to formulate the best inappropriate text to send you today.{

He laughed. "Just don't send me anything between two and four today, okay? I have a staff meeting and it might be awkward if I'm suddenly thinking about what we did here this morning while watching R&D present a timeline for their next weapons roll-out." He watched her for a moment, admiring the curves and sharp lines of her body, then got up as well, finding bits of his clothing and putting them on.

"Do you want coffee to take with you? I can heat it back up and put it in travel mugs for us."

"Lucky for you that I'll be busy for at least one of those hours, but now that you've told me not to, I'm going to be thinking about it all day. Particularly between those two hours." She laughed, slipping into her costume and zipping it up, touching the odd place that still tingled from his attentions. God, she felt amazing. Good sex could really perk you up.

"I'd like that, if that's okay. Considering we did sort of almost come here for that."

"Yeah, and I feel like I'm going to need it more than ever now. That wasn't very restful, what we just did." He walked by her and grabbed her ass lightly, with a smile on his face, then continued through to the kitchen. He quickly poured two mugs of coffee, popped them in the microwave, and went to find his tie while they heated up.

"Just make sure you're fully stocked up on caffeine during the day." She couldn't help the small laugh at the ass-grab, slipping her boots on.

"For the record, you look good like this. Half-undressed and relaxed."

He tried not to look too pleased, but in his line of work, compliments on how he looked were rare to nonexistent, so it was surprising and pleasant to hear.

"Thanks." He brought her travel mug over to her. "You look good... any way at all, really."

"I think you're a little biased," she said with a grin, taking the mug and leaning in to kiss him, slowly and thoroughly. She let herself feel her own little thrill of pleasure, knowing that he meant that, and he wasn't just saying it to either get more of what he'd already had, or because he was a lech.

Though, it didn't hurt to know that costumed or street clothes, he noticed how she looked at all.

He kissed back, slipping an arm around her and drawing her closer, the mug forming a little pocket of heat between them. When he finally pulled away, he shrugged. "Doesn't mean it's not true."

He grabbed the last few items he would need--the tie he'd been looking for, his keys, his security card--and walked over to the front door. "Ready to get back in the world?"

"Sadly? Yes," she sighed, raking a hand through her hair before taking a sip of her coffee.

"No rest for the wicked, or something along those lines." Walking past him, she prepared herself for a the day, giving him a quick wink as she did. The day was going to have its ups and downs, but there'd be a few moments she'd be able to look back on this and smile.

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