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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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Phil smiled. "Good." He sighed, glancing at the bedside clock. "We're probably going to end up being late." He nuzzled absently at her throat, kissing it. He couldn't really bring himself to be concerned--his junior agents would probably wonder, but none of them would dare ask, and he wasn't planning on volunteering any information. If it had been urgent for him to come in by a certain time, somebody would have called him.

"If I was younger, we could do it again right now." He nipped at the spot he'd just kissed. He was a strange combination of utterly relaxed and still turned on, just by virtue of her presence. Her naked body next to him in bed was still provoking responses in him, his brain writing checks that his body wasn't up to cashing again so soon.

"Traffic can be a bitch," she grinned, hand smoothing over him. This had probably been one of the better decisions she'd made recently, and she intended to enjoy it.

It was a wonderful thing, being wanted. A small noise left her at the nip, making her tip her head up and find his mouth with hers. "There's always later. Gives me something to look forward to at the end of the day." And you could be quite sure that her mind would be revisiting this little scenario frequently during the day.

"Oh, really?" Phil pressed his lips against her mouth when she lifted it, kissing her with some of that lingering passion. "That would make all my paperwork easier." He slid his thigh in between her legs gently, curling a little tighter against her. There was a hot patch of wetness between her legs, and he liked the feel of it on his skin, liked knowing that he'd made that happen.

"What do you think about Thai food? I could pick some up on my way back home, so we'd have dinner ready when we're finished." He gave her a little grin. "I've always wanted to eat takeout in bed with a naked woman."

"Mmhmm," she purred, suckling at his lip. When he lifted his thigh, she couldn't help the response to grind down against it, a small tremor of lingering pleasure slipping through her. God, he was full of surprises, and she wanted to find them all, like some erotic little scavenger hunt.

She quelled the rising need to roll him over and start all over again; they would need to go in to work soon, but that didn't mean she couldn't think about it. And that she wouldn't go through a mental tally of all the positions they should try. "I think that sounds just fine and dandy, Phil."

A little smile at that, drawing back to look at him properly. "Eat with a naked woman, or off of a naked woman? Because I'm fine with either."

Phil laughed. "Might be a little messy to eat Thai food off of you." He rubbed his thigh against her a couple times, watching her face. "Anyway, I'd rather not add any other flavors. You taste good all on your own." He raised an eyebrow. That taste was still in his mouth, and he was fairly certain--barring any disasters or invasions or incidents with the Hulk--that he'd be thinking about it all day: the way she'd tasted, and smelled, that musky scent that still clung to him.

She sighed and rocked her hips against that pressing leg. "Tease," she grinned, lowering her head to nip at his chest. "You're going to make today very long, aren't you?"

Oh yes, today was going to drag by. And she was pretty sure that any time she caught a whiff of his cologne, or ran into him during the course of it, her body would be happy to remind her of what he was currently doing. Or what he'd done twenty minutes ago. Or thirty. Either way, it would be a pleasant distraction from the inevitable monotony.

He made a soft yelping sound when she nipped at him. "I might send an innocent text message or two. Just to pass the time." Suddenly his brows knit together. "Is that okay? Or does it cross a line."

"Innocent, hmm? Why do I feel like that's a big fat lie?" Grinning, she let her tongue slide out to soothe the nip, arm sliding around his back as she pressed close for a nuzzling embrace.

"This is sort of a 'fly by the seat of our pants' thing, Phil. There aren't really any rules, so we'll just make them up as we go. For the record, I'm fine with everything that's happened so far, and no, I don't think that would cross the line."

"Okay." He nodded, satisfied with that. He trusted Carol to be upfront with her feelings about this--she had been so far, anyway. "And I'm offended, by the way, that you think I would lie about that." He gave her his most serious Agent Of SHIELD face. "Text messages are not to be used for any non-critical information dissemination."

Then he slipped back into Phil, Naked Guy In A Bed. "Of course I do have the power to decide what's critical information. It might be some very pertinent details about how I want to bite your thigh next time I see you." He smiled. God, this felt good. Not just the sex part, although that had been amazing, but it had been a long time since he'd felt this relaxed with anyone else. It was making him a little giddy. He needed to reign it in, and he would, but they had another minute or two before they had to go back to being consummate professionals.

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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