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They hadn’t had much chance to talk after …. the time in her bunk.
They both agreed that the last thing they needed was questions from the team. They both agreed that they wanted this to continue. They both agreed to stop talking to get another round in. Afterwards, Sousa snuck out when they were sure nobody was watching. He kissed her and told her he would be back soon but, of course, they didn’t own their time, SHIELD did.
They landed at the Lighthouse, and everything was put on pause as Mack and Coulson debated what to do next. Daisy was immediately sent off to check every computer in the base. Damn, stupid, huge Lighthouse full of stupid old computers, she grumbled to herself as she went about her task. Simmons had commandeered Sousa almost immediately, saying she needed to test his prosthetic. How many hours or days of tests he would need was unclear, but Daisy was pretty sure it would fit squarely into whatever free time they were allotted before the next crisis hit. She cursed the wiring she was working on while she thought about when she could get him alone. Daisy wasn’t really sure how to act around him, but she knew she needed to see him, to touch him, to taste him again ….. Breathe, she reminded herself. Right, right breathe.
Finally, when she is done with every menial task she was assigned, she went off to find Sousa. Her mind had conjured up some truly incredible imagery while she plugged away at the computers and she was ready to tear his clothes off wherever she found him - one fantasy involved the briefing room and damn if she wasn’t ready to go for it. She did some casual, super casual, frantic searching around the most likely places before giving up. In a huff, she decided to take her frustrations elsewhere. Daisy threw on her sports bra, a pair of tights, and wrapped her hands before heading to the gym. Where she walked right into Jemma running Sousa ragged.
“Again!” Jemma said in a clipped huff.
Sousa hopped up and climbed the rope, presumably “again.”
Daisy slipped in quietly and walked over to one of the bags hanging in the corner. Daniel was wearing a white tank and grey sweats. His hands were wrapped, white wraps, contrasting with her black ones. He had clearly been at this a while. Sweat glistened on his shoulders and face. Daisy briefly thought about what his skin would taste like right now. Salty, she wagered, fucking delicious .. damnit, she took another steading breath. Breathe, focus, breathe.
“NO! No, no, no!” Jemma sounded truly frustrated now. “Agent Sousa, you are using your arms once again. I am field testing your leg! Your biceps are fine!”
Daisy snorted to herself, but then the thought of those biceps made her knees feel slightly less stable. Bag, Daisy, hit the bag. She put her headphones on and started wailing on the punching bag. Her punches reverberated through the gym and bounced off the walls with each hard “thwack.”
She wasn’t sure how long she had been going, but a thin sheen of sweat coated her breasts, and she was breathing heavy when she looked up to see Simmons materialize behind her bag. Jemma was waiting patiently, or rather, impatiently, for Daisy to remove the music blaring in her ears. Daniel was standing behind Jemma, leaning against the wall, hands folded over his chest and looking bemused and maybe just a bit impressed … no, turned on, he was definitely turned on. Daisy swallowed the smile that threatened to overtake her face and removed her head phones.
“Thank you, Daisy,” Jemma said, with all the forced patience of a school teacher on her fifth request. “We require your help, if it’s all right?”
“Uhh, sure, what’s up?” Daisy replied, willing herself to look at Jemma. Look at Jemma, Daisy, stop looking at Daniel.
“Well, we are field testing Agent Sousa, in particular making sure the prosthetic I made him works … well .. perfectly!”
Oof, Jemma was tense as hell, she always busied herself like this to keep her mind off of … things. Daisy nodded and took a sip of her water.
“Great!” Jemma smiled. “Come along, you two. I am going to need a few different drills and sparring scenarios.”
Awesome, close quarters, sweaty, and fighting. She may actually explode with frustration. She took a couple of steadying breaths and followed along behind Simmons. Daniel fell in with them, walking beside Daisy, behind Jemma. He ran his knuckles along hers, nearly imperceptible but enough for the nerves swirling in her stomach to drop into a tight coil of need just below her belly.
She turned to look at his face. Sousa gave her a smirk full of promises that she understood perfectly.
He leaned in slightly closer and whispered, just loud enough for her to hear, “Don’t take it easy on me, Agent. I can take what you’ve got.” Then he pulled back just slightly and looked straight in her eyes before saying, “Give it to me.” Damn he made that sound sexy as hell.
He walked off after Simmons, giving the appearance of the diligent student, and Daisy started fantasizing about getting to hit him … as well as a few other fantasies. She willed them away and followed him onto the mat.
Breathe, Daisy, breathe.