“You’re not all in another one of those moods, are you?”
“Nope.”
“But you did ask.”
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[text to: speedy] I wish I remembered more of it clearly
[text to: speedy] it’s good to know I didn’t disappoint at least
[text to: speedy] do you actually want to talk to each other or just meet up and fuck like bunnies?
(Txt): Well you did a lot of screaming and moaning and begging
(Txt): Which would you like? Because I like the idea of just fucking like bunnies.
[text to: speedy] huh. I thought I was coming down with a cold. Guess not.
[text to: speedy] your place or mine? I live alone.
[text to: speedy] you picked my pockets!
[text to: speedy] I should be offended but it’s too much effort. I’m Summer. Now, back to what you said earlier. You want a repeat?
(Txt): I did a lot more than that
(Txt): Hey you were pretty good, and the way I had you wound up was rather fun, Summer.
[text to: speedy] I wish I remembered more of it clearly
[text to: speedy] it’s good to know I didn’t disappoint at least
[text to: speedy] do you actually want to talk to each other or just meet up and fuck like bunnies?
iamthefirechild:
Summer finds an excuse to loiter around the specified closet ten minutes later — she’s curious how far Phil might take this.
Phil rounds the corner, keys in hand. He unlocks the closet door, steps inside, pulls Summer in behind him and shuts said door, pressing her up against him. “You play chicken with me, you’re going to lose.” he smirked.
She grins up at him, hands gripping the lapels of his suit jacket. “Chicken, is it? I don’t mind losing that game. Let’s don’t get caught, though.” Taking his keys away, she fumbles them onto a shelf behind her.
As she takes his keys, Phil uses his hands to pick her up off the floor, pinning her between the door and his body. His teeth are already nipping and teasing the soft skin of her throat. There isn’t much time for slow and steady here. Not when anyone could walk by.
She’s worn a skirt today, randomly, which will simplify things enormously. However, the way Phil is holding her makes it hard for her to /do/ anything except submit to his ministrations at the moment. She locks her ankles behind his back and bites into her own lip to muffle her whimpering.
iamthefirechild:
Summer finds an excuse to loiter around the specified closet ten minutes later — she’s curious how far Phil might take this.
Phil rounds the corner, keys in hand. He unlocks the closet door, steps inside, pulls Summer in behind him and shuts said door, pressing her up against him. “You play chicken with me, you’re going to lose.” he smirked.
She grins up at him, hands gripping the lapels of his suit jacket. “Chicken, is it? I don’t mind losing that game. Let’s don’t get caught, though.” Taking his keys away, she fumbles them onto a shelf behind her.
[text to: unknown] how did I manage to give you my number and not my name?
[text to: unknown] I’m not even sure I got your name
(Txt): Superspeed, didn’t take me but a second to get the number
(Txt): Pietro Maximoff.
[text to: speedy] you picked my pockets!
[text to: speedy] I should be offended but it’s too much effort. I’m Summer. Now, back to what you said earlier. You want a repeat?
(Txt): You know I kinda want that night back
(Txt): I want to have it again
(Txt): With that firey ginger again
(Txt): Well that and your name.
[text to: unknown] how did I manage to give you my number and not my name?
[text to: unknown] I’m not even sure I got your name
“It must be the hair. It’s the hair, isn’t it?” She pulled a strand in front of her face and crossed her eyes at it. “Maybe I’ll dye it.” Putting the ID away, she awarded Fitz a sceptical look. “The Bus? Agent Coulson’s new team?”
“Oh. Righ’. Well,” he folded his arms and leaned forward on the table. “Going well, I s’ppose. Go’ a few good agens’. Agen’ Coulson’s a good leader. Is’ interesting work.” He shrugged before grabbing a Clorox disinfecting wipe and starting to wipe down some of the surfaces. He was, of course, making it sound miles above where it was actually at. But he figured mentioning any of the sheer dysfunction going on to a superior officer wouldn’t be a great idea.
Folding her arms, Summer watched him twitch over the table. “That’s good … there a reason why you aren’t telling me the whole truth?” She tilted her head to the side. “Would you rather talk about it somewhere else?” One hand indicated the lab. “I’m not asking about it just for gossip’s sake.”
Summer sighed faintly, mouth quirking, and showed him her own SHIELD ID card. How people thought she got into these spaces without being part of SHIELD, she didn’t know, but the doubt was always there. “Do I not look like I work for SHIELD or something?” she inquired rhetorically. “I just wondered if you had a few minutes to talk to me about what’s been going on with you lately.”
He wiped his hands on stray rag. “No’ really,” he told her honestly. She looked like a civilian if he’d ever seen one. But if she had the credentials, he supposed it wasn’t his place to question. “Ah…tha’ depends. Wha’ is it you think has been…going on with me?”
“It must be the hair. It’s the hair, isn’t it?” She pulled a strand in front of her face and crossed her eyes at it. “Maybe I’ll dye it.” Putting the ID away, she awarded Fitz a sceptical look. “The Bus? Agent Coulson’s new team?”
Oh, bother, awkward — how do you strike up a conversation with someone about their work, in a highly classified facility, when clearly you were looking for them and — well, basically, you don’t. You plunge right in and hope for the best. ”I was looking for Leo Fitz? Would that be you?”
He looked at her suspiciously. “Yeah. Yeah, it is.” He glanced down at what he was working on and set to putting it away as smoothly as he could without looking like he was scrambling to hide it. He wasn’t really. But he wasn’t sure this girl had the clearance, yet. “Why? If I migh’ ask?”
Summer sighed faintly, mouth quirking, and showed him her own SHIELD ID card. How people thought she got into these spaces without being part of SHIELD, she didn’t know, but the doubt was always there. “Do I not look like I work for SHIELD or something?” she inquired rhetorically. “I just wondered if you had a few minutes to talk to me about what’s been going on with you lately.”