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iamthefirechild:

coulsonphilcoulson:

iamthefirechild:

coulsonphilcoulson:

iamthefirechild:

What kind of assistance could I /possibly/ render you, Agent?

I think you well know.

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And what is the cause of your needing such assistance? Should I just dump cold water on you, or ease your problem in other ways? I await your orders.

I’m sure you can come up with something far more entertaining than dumping cold water on me.

“Oh, it’s entertaining you want, huh?” Summer sashayed into Phil’s space, a sly smile on her face and hands casually in her pockets. “Is this the kind of entertaining where you end up making me scream, or I end up making you beg? I just want to get my priorities straight, you understand.”

“If anyone will be begging by the end of this, it won’t be me, ma’am.” 

She circled around him, one hand lifting to curve along his shoulder, brush along his back — she sort of casual touch she craves but doesn’t often engage in. “You sound very sure of yourself, Agent.” When she came back to his front, she slid his tie through her fingers, toying.

coulsonphilcoulson:

iamthefirechild:

coulsonphilcoulson:

iamthefirechild:

What kind of assistance could I /possibly/ render you, Agent?

I think you well know.

image

And what is the cause of your needing such assistance? Should I just dump cold water on you, or ease your problem in other ways? I await your orders.

I’m sure you can come up with something far more entertaining than dumping cold water on me.

“Oh, it’s entertaining you want, huh?” Summer sashayed into Phil’s space, a sly smile on her face and hands casually in her pockets. “Is this the kind of entertaining where you end up making me scream, or I end up making you beg? I just want to get my priorities straight, you understand.”