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“We could do this in the lab. You know that, right? This isn’t necessary.” Phil stood off to the side of the bed, gaze glued to the wall.
“I know it’s not necessary,” Skye told him with a roll of her eyes. “I just refuse to do this like that. It’s… just not for me. That was never how I pictured this.”
“You pictured this,” Phil asked, his eyes moving to her. Damn that wall for being so boring, and double damn her tank top for being so tight. Really tight, and with the air conditioning pumped up in here… Well Phil had a vivid imagination, and he could almost feel her nipples between his teeth.
“Not this per say … I mean… not conceiving a child for science… with my boss…. Nah, boss isn’t right,” Skye looked at him, thinking for a good, long time. When she did that, got that look of deep focus, it made his body thrum with adrenaline. “Not my boss, with my AC.” She reached out and stroked down his arms as she leaned in and wiggled her brow at him. “Besides, this way we get to have sex and I don’t have to imagine you jerking off in a test-tube.” Coulson shuddered, partially at the thought and partially because Skye’s hand ran over his chest. “Did I mention how glad I am that we have this house? Could you even imagine doing this at The Playground?” Coulson had found them a safe house in Peru right on the water. It was actually the kind of place that could be super romantic if you weren’t, you know, trying to make a love child with your significantly younger co-worker for the sake of science. That was how it went, apparently, when you both had vital alien DNA in your blood. They were the next step in evolution, that’s what Jemma had convinced them of and that was why they were here.
“Glad you like it. You… need anything?” Coulson looked back down at her, trying damn hard to keep his eyes from her cleavage. His hands felt too big, clumsy as he tried to convince himself that this could possibly end any way other than in ruins.
“Well, I was thinking you’d want to start soon.” He pulled away from her hand as she went to cup his cock through his pants. He hadn’t taken his suit off yet, but as soon as they’d hit South America, Skye had immediately peeled off most of her clothes. Phil already knew with some level of certainty that Skye would be his undoing. If it weren’t likely to be his very last chance at a child, Phil would never have agreed to this. Seeing as he was getting up there for an agent and he had no idea how the GH would work in him, he took the opportunity. It was horribly selfish of him, but Coulson was kind of ok with that. Everything had crumbled and the little family he’d collected were the only thing that had helped him make it through. He did wonder why Skye said yes, though. She was young. She had her entire life ahead of her, plus this was going to put her out of the field for at least a year. She couldn’t be happy about that. Not to mention being saddled with co-parenting a kid with her boss.
“Soon, yes… soon,” Phil nodded, reaching up to loosen his tie and trying to gain a little space. She was close. She was really close, and Coulson’s heart was pounding because it felt like her scent was leeching into his pores. Light, sort of powdery wafts of her reached him as her hair brushed his arm. Even through the layers of fabric, his nerve endings jumped.
“Let me.” Skye’s fingers went to his neck, slowly loosening the tie, tugging back and forth at the knot as she filled his space again. She looked up at him through her lashes, those big eyes painfully earnest. “You look nervous.”
“I am,” Coulson told her without reservation. It would do no good to lie, after all. Skye knew him too well.
“I don’t bite.” Skye winked at him, “unless you want me to.” The stupid joke got a laugh out of Phil and he felt a little better. The tension bent a bit, and he was able to catch a full breath. “You don’t have to be nervous, Coulson. It’s just sex.”
“Just…” He was frustrated with her, but couldn’t hold it against her because… well, it was Skye! “Yeah. Just sex.” Phil rolled his eyes. He wasn’t the type of guy to put the word just in front of sex very often, and with Skye, he knew it was going to be anything but sex. At the very least it was the first time he’d had sex since he died. That brought on a whole other level of strange. Her fingers opened his shirt, tie already pulled from his neck. They were a little chilly as she ran her hands up under his jacket to push it off his shoulders.
“You wear too many clothes.” Skye leaned in and kissed his jaw. "We’re in Peru.” She kissed his throat, eliciting a thick swallow from him. He thought about the scrape of his stubble against her soft lips and shifted closer. "Ditch the suits, AC.” Skye tossed his jacket on the chair, turning back to size him up.
“I happen to like my suits.” Coulson’s hand came to her hip, nervous but steady. Her shorts clung to her thighs, cut up high so that they barely covered her bottom. “What would you have me wear instead?” His thumb trailed along the hem of her tank, touching the ribbon of flesh she’d left exposed. He was proud as hell when he got a full on shudder from Skye.
“… mmm… dunno. Jeans and a t-shirt.” Her lips ran over the V of skin showing at his neck. “Shorts. Would you wear shorts? Maybe go s…swimming?” Skye swallowed thickly and looked up at him through her lashes. Didn’t she know by now? Phil would do pretty much anything for Skye. If she wanted to go swimming, he’d swim. If she wanted to marathon some show on Netflix, he’d watch. It wasn’t about the activity, it was about her.
“I’d give that a try.” His thumb ran under her ribcage then back up. “Shorts… jeans….” Phil’s free hand came to Skye’s face, cupping it and turning her face up more. “If you want this to stop at any point, you tell me.” Coulson leveled her with a stern gaze. “Your word.”
“I promise,” Skye told him without a moment’s hesitation. “But I want this. I’ve always wondered how you were in bed.” She was trying to be cute and flirty and it was working beautifully. Skye knew how to handle herself, how to push a guy’s buttons. Phil grabbed Skye’s bottom, pulling her shorts taut between her legs. She let out a shuddering breath as his lips finally brushed against hers.
“You wondered what I was like in bed,” Phil asked, feeling less nervous and more aroused as every moment passed. “And what did you think?” His hand pulled at the fabric harder, making the seam rub against her. He knew he hit the right spot when she sort of melted against him and drug her lips over his jaw. “What kind of lover did you think I’d be?”
Skye’s eyes fluttered as her hands tugged at his shirt lamely, clearly taken by the sensation as she rocked her hips against the seam. “Generous,” Skye said with a pretty assured nod. “But… not like pathetic generous. I see you… ah…. “ Skye shuddered against him as he sunk his teeth in at her shoulder, covering them with his lips, but giving those nerve endings a lot of pressure. “What…. What was I saying?”
Skye was shuddering in his arms and Phil smiled in triumph. “You were saying I’d be a generous lover.” Phil let go of her shorts, leaving the fabric caught on her folds as he stroked up her back. “Tell me about that.”
“Um… God, Coulson, just get me naked… Please.” Phil tutted, but brought his hands up under her tank to push it up over her breasts. Skye wore no bra and that made Coulson’s cock tent his trousers even more. Skye’s hands started to pull at his shirt, unbuttoning the cuffs and shoving it down to his elbows. She left him to get it the rest of the way off, instead focusing on his belt. Skye’s hands were grabbing at his belt wildly, tugging him onto the balls of his feet a couple times in her eagerness. “You … you’d be generous, I don’t know.” Her lips caressed his throat. “Not some guy who grovels… a guy who goes downtown and doesn’t stop until his woman is howling. You are… secure, I guess. Maybe that’s what I mean. You'd know who you are in bed.”
Phil listened, cupping one of Skye’s breasts while his thumb rolled over her dark cherry red nipple. She arched her back, pausing in her attempt to undress him with her hands gripping his belt hard. “Anything else?” Phil leaned in, wrapping his lips around Skye’s breast, taking as much into his mouth as he could then using his tongue and lips, he moved off to her nipple. Her hands immediately sunk into his hair, leaving him with his pants around his knees as she froze and arched into his touch.
“C… Coulson. Please…. that’s… can’t… talk or… make sense… God,” she whined as he used lip-covered teeth to abuse her nipple. “Firm… sure, y… you’d know what you were doing… no… bullshit… no macho… crap… just… just good, passionate sex.” Skye’s thigh was up over his hip as she started to ride down against his thigh. “Y… you’d … hold the door on a date…” Phil’s hands went to the button at her waist, his fingers hooking in the waistband. “B… but you’d drop a girl and fuck her hard if you both wanted it.” Phil grinned against her breast, his hand sinking into her open waistband to stroke her through her panties.
“You’re soaking, Skye.” Phil nodded to the bed. “Sit on the edge of the bed.” He was pleased that he didn’t have to ask her twice. Skye hurried to the bed, perching on the edge just like he’d left her, panties and shorts on, tank pushed up over her breasts. There was something delightfully debauched about the way she looked. He committed the moment to memory, knowing it would serve him well in the future. From her wild eyes to the way her foot bounced in anticipation, his senses devoured her. Phil took a moment to remove the clothes he did have on, laying them over the back of the chair that had his jacket. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Skye rocking her hips. That was incredibly hot, so he took a little longer, making her squirm as he pulled himself in order. He could not screw this up.
She couldn’t keep her hands from her breasts or thighs. Coulson watched her touch herself as he removed his socks and shoes. She wore none, and her feet had sand on the bottoms of them. He could see from where he sat that she’d also caused a big enough damp spot to accumulate between her legs that those white shorts were getting stuck in all the right places. “They’re beautiful,” Coulson told Skye as she stroked her breasts.
“I like ‘em,” Skye responded, looking down at her breasts, pushing them together. “They get the job done.”
Coulson clucked his tongue as he moved closer, bringing a footstool with. He set it aside for later before reaching out to touch her. “They more than get the job done.” Phil took her hand, bringing her to her feet. “Arms up.” Skye complied and Phil pulled her shirt off, dropping it on the floor. She was naked to the waist, SKYE… she was naked to the waist! Phil’s heart pounded, his thoughts jumbled, and he was seriously in danger of blowing his cover as a guy who was keeping his shit together. “See, I’ll start with this curve.” Phil ran his fingertips around the outside curve of her breast. “I can see this when you exercise. If I come up from behind or just to the side, and your arms are up, this is what I see.” He stroked both sides with just the side of his finger, not even attempting to keep the callouses from scraping along the sensitive flesh.
“And this,” Phil ran his fingertips from just under her collar bone down the front of her breast to the edge of the dark pink areola. “This is what I get to see when you wear a low-cut shirt and lean over in front of me.” No one was immune to that, no matter how good a guy you were. “And this,” his fingers stroked down her sternum, between her breasts. “When you lean in and your breasts press together, I lose this bit of skin. Then you stand and,” he smiled, leaning in to run his tongue between them, “back it comes." He could feel her heart slamming against her ribcage, and the way her stomach moved, rolling against him. The electricity in her was waiting to explode. Phil knew she was keeping it in check and that was good, but he needed to wrap up foreplay.
“And these,” his hands cupped her breasts, lifting them a little but letting his thumbs fall on her nipples. “These do not just get the job done.” He leaned in to run the tip of his tongue over her nipple before sucking it into his mouth as one hand went to the small of her back, pulling her in and up a little. She moaned and Phil could easily feel her thighs trembling. “These are the most beautiful nipples I’ve ever had the chance to suck.” He turned his head and gave the other nipple the same treatment as the hand that had been at his hip pushed her shorts and panties down to her thighs. She shimmied out of them, and grabbed his hand, shoving it between her thighs.
“Please… shut up and fuck me, AC.” And how could he say no to an offer like that? Phil laughed as he quickly got her ready. She was already nice and slick, so all he needed to do was give her a little stretch. They were both eager, Skye managing to get her hands on him, shoving his boxers off but leaving his t-shirt. Phil appreciated that. He didn’t want to look at his own scar right now. Still, maybe he’d invest in a couple of tanks if he was going to do this. That would be cooler and a little sexier, wouldn’t it? He was pulled from his thoughts by Skye using a firm hand to tug him onto the bed. Phil had intended to do the heavy lifting, but it was Skye who shoved him on his back and straddled him. “Just put me on my back when you’re ready to cum.”
Phil snapped back to reality hard enough to feel the mental whiplash. This wasn’t about the two of them, this was about a child. “Thanks for the reminder.” He shot her a quick smile, and kissed her knuckles softly. He did need that. She wasn’t in love with him, at the most, it was some sort of kink. They were both able to have children, so it was just a matter of odds, he supposed. And every one counted. So he’d put her on her back when he was ready and maybe that meant she’d have to do this one less time. This was going to be difficult to remember she was doing this for science, not because she cared about him. He knew she did, but this whole thing sort of preverted that, didn’t it?
“Hey,” Skye leaned in, cupping his face in both her hands. She hadn’t taken him in yet, so she came closer, kissing his forehead. “You ok, AC?” She rested her palm over his chest. “You looked like you checked out for a minute.”
“Nope, here the whole time.” He stroked her waist, getting a look from her that said she didn’t buy it. He wasn’t fine, but what could he say? “I just got… caught up.” His fingers stroked her arm and she flushed. It was like a flush on top of a flush, and Phil trailed his fingers over her waist and across her stomach. “How could I not?” She decided to take it as the best answer she was likely to get and kissed him as she shifted back.
Phil was no virgin. He was far from pure or new at this, so why in the hell did it feel like something wholly new as Skye pushed herself down on him? Phil’s hands gripped her hips hard, making her gasp and push down on him farther. This was way more than good. Phil didn’t know if there was a word that really meant this, but he might need to start listing synonyms if he was going to last more than five minutes. “Skye,” Phil gasped, surging up to kiss her when she finally sat all the way down. She crushed herself to him, hands scrabbling against his skin as she jerked and clenched.
He stroked her hair back from her face and kissed her throat as she rolled her hips. “That’s a girl,” he encouraged. Skye rolled a little faster and slid her hand between her thighs. “You were right, you know.” He could feel her fingers against him as she touched herself and Phil nearly lost it right there.
“Huh? Wh… what was I right about?”
Had her lips always been that red? Phil leaned in to kiss her, opening his mouth to suck on her bottom lip. Phil leaned in when he had her breathless, whispering in her ear. “You were right about me liking my women howling by the time I’m done with them.” Skye’s gasp was enough to cut him all the way through. “Go ahead, Skye. Keep touching yourself.” Coulson tipped her head up, sucking at her throat hard. “I want to feel you get off. You’ve already got me in a strangle hold, show me what it feels like when you tip over.” Her body was stuttering a little, and her thighs kept clenching around him. “I’ve thought about it, too.” Her face clouded in confusion for a moment, then she seemed to remember their earlier conversation. “I thought you’d be adventurous.” He squeezed her ass and got her really rocking, working deep moans out of Skye’s lips. Her breasts rucked up his t-shirt, making him consider getting rid of it. In the end, he chickened out and kept it on.
“You’re the kind of girl who will try most things out just to see if you like them.” Coulson felt her clenching down around him and he bit his bottom lip hard to pull himself back. “Confident in your sexuality and ready to take what you need.” She fell over when he finished speaking, crying out his name and bending backward until she was all a mass of undulating woman on him. “That’s it… God you’re beautiful.” Phil held her hips and helped her stay where she needed to be and made sure she didn’t fall off. There was nothing so uniquely beautiful in the world as a woman lost in orgasm, and Phil loved having a front row seat. Skye kept moving on him, starting to add some up and down when she got her wits about her, coming back to him with a peaceful smile underneath a mess of hair.
“You think I’m beautiful?” Skye pushed him onto his back gently, a hand resting at the middle of his chest. How she knew it was exactly where his scar was was beyond him. She just seemed to know these things.
“Anyone with eyes knows that.”
“I don’t care about anyone with eyes,” Skye countered, moving to sit up. His hands immediately went to her thighs then up to her waist. How could he not touch those curves when she was os perfectly displayed? “I care about you, about your eyes.”
Phil’s heart skittered in his chest at her words, clinging to them. She cared about him, about what he thought of her. It wasn’t like Phil didn’t know that on a professional level, and likely on a … patriarchical level too. This was different. “In my eyes, you are nearly perfect.” He waited the couple of beats for her to ask….
“Nearly?”
Phil’s hands moved to her ass, starting up a rhythm for her. “Sorry, but you’re a Yankee fan. Convert to the Red Sox and we’ll talk about getting rid of the nearly.” She smacked his arm but started moving, the smile on her face lighting up her features. He could almost hear her goofy inner monologue: He thinks I’m perfect… because that Red Sox stuff, that’s a joke right? His hands moved to her waist, wrapping them around high enough so his thumbs could stroke under her breasts and up to her nipples. Skye bounced harder and Phil had to start with baseball stats to keep himself from popping off. She was doing her very best to drive him crazy.
“Look like you’re struggling, there, Phil.” The way she used his name was a little too heavy, a little too pointed for a girl bouncing on his cock. “Need to put me on my back?” He barely let her finish the last word before he did just that. Coulson took her legs, bringing both over his shoulder and wrapping his arm around both. Skye let out a gasp followed by a deep groan. “Jesus, Coulson.” He cupped her breast in one hand and started to thrust, letting her stretch her arms out above her head to grab the slots in the headboard. And that was sexy as hell, wasn’t it? His hand moved down to her stomach, then lower, using his thumb and fingers to open her and stretch the skin up. It made her clit pop out a bit, glistening and hard. He started thrusting, doing nothing but hold her open, letting her body do the rest. An old girlfriend taught him this trick and every woman he’d used it on had appreciated it. Skye was no different, eyes popping wide open when he started moving. “Holy shit.”
He grinned and picked up the pace, watching her hands twist against the wood. Phil watched her breasts bounce, nipples getting harder by the second. It was difficult to keep hold of her with one arm, but Phil tightened his grip and she relaxed. He tucked that fact away for future reference as he gently took her clit in hand, so to speak. His thumb and forefinger just pressed in lightly on either side, using his fingers to massage those nerve endings from the outside in.
Skye was a hell of a woman, and the way she moved was killing him. He was watching a cobra dance, and he hoped that he didn’t get bitten too badly in the end. “Too much?” Skye shook her head, her hair falling into her face. Phil paused his thrusting, shifting so Skye's legs wouldn’t fall before he unwrapped his arm. Phil leaned in and gently brushed the strands from her face. “Think you can go again?” Skye surged up and kissed him hard, Phil having to drop her legs to keep her from hurting herself. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
Skye’s hands stroked his face and she just looked at him. “It’s a yes if you’ll let go for me.” Phil knew, on a logical level, that he hadn’t been finishing because he was still quite freaked out by the entire situation. The problem with that was he was starting to ache. A lot. “Phil,” This time when she used his name, her voice was nothing but tender. “Please.” Skye rolled her hips against him. “I’ll cum for you if you cum for me.” She gave him that cheeky grin she had and then leaned back, moving both legs up to his shoulder and scooting up to get him deeper. She looked up at him with a naughty raise of her brow, “and I’m no blushing virgin, Coulson. Don’t hold back.”
Skye got what she asked for, and by the end both of them were making enough noise to force a small flock of gulls picking through the grass outside to take flight toward the water. Coulson shuddered against her, his lips pressed to the inside of her ankle as he filled her. She hadn’t finished by the time he had, so once he finished, Coulson knew he had a window. It wasn’t terribly long, but he could keep going for a little bit until it got to be too much or he got too soft. So he started to take her again, the hand she’d insinuated between her thighs was moving hard and fast, her breaths speeding up the closer she got.
Phil was in a unique position to really watch her. He could detach a little bit from the slight discomfort of oversensitivity just to watch her. Skye rolled her back as she got closer, angling her hips so he was hitting the right spots for her. “AC… God…” Her free hand moved to her breasts, stroking them and pinching the nipples. He still had both arms wrapped around her legs, honestly needing both to keep her from kicking him in the head. She arched hard like she’d been touched by a live wire, crying out for him as she kept rubbing. Skye rode the orgasm out for a good long while, and Coulson just kept up what he was doing. It was the best thing a guy could do in this situation, to keep his pace the same and just hold on.
Shudders kept coming after Skye removed her hand, dropping the slick digits on her stomach. Phil thought to what might take root there,and how it was going to change everything. “Ok… “ Skye looked up at him when she’d finally caught her breath, grinning and covered in sweat. “You are WAY better than I imagined. That thing with your fingers….” Skye made pinchy motions with her finger and thumb. “Oh my God!” Phil noticed she wasn’t trying to get off of him though he was having a harder and harder time staying inside. Skye seemed to think so too as when he gently let her legs down, she wrapped them around his waist and pulled herself into his lap. He’d slip out eventually, but it would be less artificial. He wouldn’t be pulling out this way.
They kissed until the inevitable happened, Phil tilting Skye on her back when it happened. “Hips up.” Phil stuffed two pillows under her hips and slipped a blanket within arms’ reach. “Ok?” She threw off a mock salute, pulling her legs up farther and hooking her toes on the headboard. Coulson watched her with real interest. “… I’m going to have to remember that.” Skye blushed but gave him a grin. Was this really his life? Could he possibly be this lucky?
“Hand me my tablet,” Skye asked, making grabby hands toward her computer bag. “And maybe a juice.”
Phil laughed and leaned in to kiss her forehead before going to grab her tablet. “You’re lucky I like you.”