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Exhausted. A deeper tired than she had ever felt. A tired that sank into her bones and twisted her muscles, but mostly made her brain feel … squishy. She was running on empty.
After they made the jump safely, Coulson assured her that he would take care of Enoch’s body and alert the crew. And with that, he sent her to her bunk. She dragged herself along the halls of the Zeph and was almost at her door when she saw him. Daniel. His name ran through her veins like a wave of relief. Daniel walking toward her, some sort of words tumbling out of his mouth, concern furrowing his brow.
She collapsed into his arms without really hearing what he said. Let herself melt into his arms, and pressed her cheek against his chest. She sighed deep. Breath coming up from her belly and dissolving the tension in her shoulders on the way out of her lips.
Daisy.
“Daisy?”
Oh, he was talking to her.
“Daisy you ok?”
When he didn’t get a response. Daniel, tilted her chin up with the gentlest nudge of his curved finger. “Daisy - are you ok?? You did it Daisy. You did it.”
She stared into his eyes, so full of affection and awe. His brow still sporting that line across the top as he waited for her to say something and reassure him that she was indeed “ok.” Her weary expression shifted into a happy tired smile studying his face and she closed the distance between them - sliding her lips against his.
Her kiss deepened and, before she knew it, her tongue was in his mouth. Her teeth brushed his bottom lip as his strong arms held her tight against him. He moaned into her mouth but she suddenly realized that he hadn’t actually moved since she began kissing him. She pulled back and his face was the picture of shock with some barely restrained lust simmering under the surface … Oh shit.
“Oh shit.” Daisy gasped.
“Daisy, wait, I .. umm…”
“You don’t remember. Shit, of course. You have no clue that this isn’t our first kiss. Shit. Sousa, I’m sorry, I’m just so tired, and Enoch, and ... “ A sob tore at her throat and she buried her face in his shirt to get a hold of herself.
He pressed a hand to the back of her head and let her take the time she needed. The pressure of his hand on her hair was making the need below her belly coil tighter and she needed … she needed… she needed to sleep, for a week, for a week of weeks.
“Daisy, …” her name was a whisper, a question on his lips as he stared straight ahead and tried to control the tenor of his voice and the tension in his body. “... how many times? How many times, have we…?”
“Sousa, I can’t right now. I am just so tired. Later. I promise, I will tell you everything. But right now, I need to go through that door and be unconscious for a long time. Bring me some food in, say .. 12 hrs? And I .. umm ... we can talk.”
He was too much of a gentleman to push her. He drew a steadying breath before placing a chaste kiss on top of her head and letting her go.
Her heart sank as she turned toward her bunk. Maybe he didn’t feel anything for her? Were those other times just a fluke? He kissed her like a freaking sister. Maybe he just wanted to be there to pick up the pieces but not more? Just as her doubt spiraled, she felt a pressure on her wrist.
Daniel’s hand was wrapped around her left wrist not letting her take the last step away. She looked down at her trapped arm and then up at his face. He picked her captive wrist up to his mouth and pressed a kiss to the back of her hand. He held her gaze as his lips pressed against her hand. It was the longest, sexiest moment of her life and she knew she would be thinking about it… a lot .... in her bunk.
She stood frozen as his lips pressed against her skin and her breath caught as his bottom lip ran along her knuckles before he relinquished her hand.
“I’ll be waiting Daisy.”