𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 || m. may & p. coulson

In your heart

A/N : Coulson and May's first day on Tahiti. Philinda. Takes place after the finale of season 5. Sad, and full of emotions (cause everyone needs a little angst in their lives, right?).

DISCLAIMER : Not mine, everything belongs to MCU.

''I think we're alone now" said Phil, as the plane flying above their heads disappeared from their sight, and only the sea birds and the sound of ocean waves could be heard. Melinda laughed and turned to look at him.

''Alone? Without any danger, any people who need to be saved?" she asked. He turned to face her and put his hands on her waist, gently pulling her toward him.

''And what's more important, without any kids" he smirked, and she laughed again.

''It sounds too beautiful to be true."

''Oh, it is. Shall I prove it to you?"

''You can try."

He leaned over her and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and he could feel her lips curl in a smile under his. They broke apart when they ran out of air.

''Did I make you belive?"

''I don't know, you have to try harder."

Without warning, he drew her closer to him and dug his mouth into her neck. She sighed with pleasure. He made small kisses on her skin, from behind her ear, lower and lower down to her collarbone. She purred, waving her fingers in his short hair.

''What about now?" he asked, not moving away from her neck. She closed her eyes with a smile.

''You're getting better."

When they somehow got to the summer house they had rented, they didn't look around for too long, too focused on themselves.

All the while holding her back, Phil directed them to the bed and gently placed her on it. He pushed himself away from her lips for a moment to look at her from above. She was smiling, and her chocolate eyes, full of love, were sparking when she was looking at him too. She was so beautiful. He still didn't believe that he was the lucky man who got to love Melinda May. And that she loved him back.

He got torn away from his thoughts when she put her hands impatiently on his face and pulled him for another kiss. When they ran out of air again, she began to unbutton his shirt. Phil wasn't so patient and instead of doing the same with her shirt, he just broke it with a quick move. She giggled.

''You look better without it."

''I liked it."

''I'll buy you another."

''You will?"

''Yes."

When they got rid of the unnecessary layers of material separating them from each other, leaving only the underwear, he began kissing her whole body, wanting to touch every centimeter of her skin with his lips. He moved from the collarbone lower and lower, through the depression between her breasts, to the belly button. She sighed, slightly rising up her back on the bed like a cat while shiver ran through her spine. He rose up again, returning to her neck and slipping his hands under her back. He unbuttoned her bra with a swift movement and threw it somewhere on the floor. Her larynx trembled under his lips as she laughed.

''Well, well, you're making progress."

''I've just beaten my own rekord."

''Hmm, keep going."