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[battleshipping]

We'll figure the other part out as we go. [So if there's time he needs for that, that's cool. But maybe, okay, maybe she's not fair entirely. Because she turns her head just a little, and kisses his thumb before scraping her teeth against the fingertip of it, her tongue afterwards.]

Don't need you to tie me up to want you, AC. Want you either way. [Another kiss, more tender; the contradiction being the coy way she looks at him from under her eyelashes,] Who knows, maybe I'll tie you down this time.

[accumulator]

[ He laughs and it's like the moment shifts. He uses the palm on her face to drag it into her hair and tug her to him, their mouths meeting with a soft exhale. Kissing Skye is something he might have thought he would never get to do again and yet here they are.

They're safe, they're alive, they can make it. ]

I'm pretty sure I can think of something.

[battleshipping]

[She melts into that grip. It's solid, it pulls her to him, but she feels like liquid heat from it alone; maybe because she knows what the man can do with just a solid hold on her hair. So by the reunion, their mouths finally coming together, she's so ready.

Her hands move to his chest, one skirting over the sling to his shoulder and the other staying near his collarbone. She rises to her toes and chases his mouth with another kiss, a murmured,] Yeah, [because she basically agrees with whatever he just said, just as long as he kisses her again.]

[accumulator]

[ His exhale has a laugh in it as he moves to kiss her again, the kind of gentle but longing kiss that leaves them both feeling dazed from it. His hand stays in her hair but his forehead presses to hers, his eyes on her eyes. ]

I've missed you. Every minute. Even when you were right beside me.

[battleshipping]

[Dazed and breathless and a little light on her feet. Like that time Lincoln had shown her what his powers had done, only this time around there's no static electricity involved and she's not actually floating. But she might as well be.

Her turn to laugh just as lightly comes when he presses his forehead to hers, when she can cup his face in both her hands and run her thumbs ligtly under his eyes.]

Me too. So much -- all I could think was we had to get through it all, we had to, so I could get to do that again.

[accumulator]

Skye.

[ He says her name like she's the only thing on this Earth that matters to him. And she is, of course she is. ]

Oh, Skye. We'll be okay.

[battleshipping]

Yeah -- yeah we will. [She runs her thumb over the corner of his lips, her gaze falling down there to trace the way he says her name. Always, always he says it like it means more than just that to him. Like a revelation and the holy ghost has just appeared in front of him.]

We can take it slow. [She steps a little closer, maybe crowding him against the fridge again.] Honesty hour? It's your kisses I'm more hungry for than anything else.

[accumulator]

I've got to admit I definitely miss the kissing. [ He lets her crowd him, happy enough to have his back pressed to the cool of the fridge. ]

But slow would be a good idea. Slow with kissing and showing off my kitchen skills. And also margaritas making. [ He glances to the side where the clock ticks resolutely on the wall. ] It's after lunch at least. [ Phillip it is 12.30. ] But I need my suitcase because the good tequila is in that.

[battleshipping]

[She so very much agrees that it's good to start with kissing, humming into it with delight, then peppering his face with more short little kisses while he reveals his plans.]

Yeah - okay - do I get to sit on the counter while you cook so you can kiss me? Is that a thing we get to do?

[accumulator]

Yes.

[ He laughs, his fingers sliding against her cheekbone. ] I mean, I might need a hand. [ A crooked little smile in response. ] You can be my official taste-tester.

[battleshipping]

[She feel so playful now, with good reason. All they've got left to talk about doesn't scare her as much now, when they've shared a few kisses and they're basically going to have a date night in his house. The domesticity makes her toes curl in the best ways, as it falls on the list of things Skye would've never asked for. Or dreamed about.]

Anything you want me to taste, I will taste. [She waggles her eyebrows at him, and climbs her fingers up his chest just to reach up and trace the outside of his ear with her thumb and middle finger.]

I'd offer to help you cook, but maybe that falls under the take-it-slow category for not yet.

[accumulator]

I want to be able to figure my way around what I'm missing.

[ It's open, honest. That has to be a part of them here within these walls. ] Just for the beginning. There's a lot of things I might have to re-learn. But I'm willing to.

[battleshipping]

[She is quiet for a moment, and looks at him very seriously. Then she rises up on her toes and gives him a soft little kiss, very brief.]

Sounds good to me, Phil. [And another kiss to the corner of his lips, a parting gift before she steps back and goes to sit on the counter again. If he wants to figure out what he can do on his own here, who would she be to stop him? She'll swing by for the ride, but let him have it at his own space.]

Go ahead. Just for the record, I haven't had the chance to watch you cook but spoiler alert, I'm going to think it's hot.

[accumulator]

[ He laughs at that, his eyes crinkling at the corner. ]

Well, if I'm doing the whole flambé thing I'd be offended if you don't.

[battleshipping]

[She laughs right back, and wiggles back until her knees press into the edge of the counter and she's resting her back against the wall.]

I think...maybe we're missing music. Wouldn't happen to have an old record player like back in your office would you?

[accumulator]

You want to lug a record player to the kitchen?

[ It's playful, teasing. ] I have an iPhone dock by the microwave.

[battleshipping]

[She gasps, hopping down from the counter.] I am shocked! Not a fully stocked kitchen if there's no way to listen to your old school jazz records, is it?

[You're pretty pasta maker be damned.]

[accumulator]

[ That makes him chuckle, his eyes crinkling at the corner when he looks at her. ]

There's a record player in the study. If that helps?

[battleshipping]

[The fact that the thought makes her excited all can be blamed on him, and his record player at the base.] I'm gonna go look for it. [And explore more than the kitchen, while at it.

Once she's gone about one minute, there's music playing through the house; she finds the record player. And then it's...so weird and domestic but in the best of ways. Skye and Phil about to have dinner, with music playing in the background.

She's missing being dressed in just one of his button-ups, but that can be for breakfast. She bets he's going to try to at least make an omelette.

Spoiler, she likes being fed by Coulson.]

[accumulator]

[ He lets her go, content enough to try and work his way around the kitchen. Grilled cheese shouldn't be that hard of a task - he at least had the foresight to buy pre-sliced cheese when he got the groceries. And maybe he'll figure out the more complicated recipes in time.

He's actually doing okay by the time she comes back, has the sandwiches in a pan and is frying them in oil. ]

You find it?

[battleshipping]

[Maybe one day she will stop feeling proud and impressed by his fortitude whenever he does something complicated one-handedly and without complaining.Or maybe she will stop feeling relief to see him not succumbing to the depression that's worried Skye enough she even approached the subject with Andrew.

("And why does it matter so much to you?" he'd asked. She'd shrugged it off because -- well, they hadn't agreed on being a thing, let alone an open thing)

Maybe one day. Not today.] Yep, I did. [Sure enough, there's music; some old school jazz they both enjoy. She gives him a smile and practically skips to the counter.]

That smells good, AC.

[accumulator]

Can you get the plates? To your left, top middle cabinet. [ He gives the pan a shake and moves cautiously to find his way to the skillet. ]

Good choice by the way.

[battleshipping]

Glad to have your approval. [She says it with a teasing tone, but almost immediately she has a flashback to another time; with her on her knees and his thumb running along her lips. Glad to have your approval, she'd murmured then, before sucking first on his fingers when he asked, then his cock when he ordered, huskily, a few moments later.

She barely suppresses a little shiver with the memory, and stands on her toes to get the damn plates from where he told her. She's going to have to focus better than this; is she seriously this starved for his touch that just the memory of sucking him off makes her wet?

Pathetic, that's the word to describe her self control. Pathetic.]

What're we drinking? Wine, beer?

[accumulator]

Beer's probably better for grilled cheese.

[ It's probably a good thing he can't read thoughts because he is handling some very hot oil right now. So instead he flips the sandwiches again. ]

Should be some still in the fridge.

[battleshipping]

[Yeah, how you like them hot oils.

She gets them both beers from the fridge, and while he finishes up making the sandwiches she finishes up storing what's left of the groceries.]

I'm going to get our suitcases and lock Lola up before we get cozier, okay? [Not asking for permission, she already heads out to do just that.]