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religion's in your lips, the altar is my hips

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Daniel was having one of those days. The bad ones.

First, the lady pretending to be Carter, then the man pretending to be god-knows-who.

He just wanted to relax, just sit for a moment in his office and think, while drinking scotch. Yes, at 10 am. In the morning. 

But that's when he opened the door of his office that he noticed a blonde woman, sitting at his desk, poking through his restricted files like she owned the place.

And she was gorgeous.


"Who the hell are you?" he said, in a rather upset tone.

"Who I am is on a need-to-know basis," she said, with the most careless tone she could put on.

"I need to know," he said, trying to get her attention to his name on the door. He was getting nervous. This day was only getting worse and he needed that fucking drink.

"Ah, no, you don't. Because I don't exist and we never met. Now, can you shut the door, please?" She said, talking like that office was hers. And she looked good. Powerful, even. And that made in even more nervous.

"Not to be rude, but it's been one of those days, so produce some credentials or I'm gonna put you in handcuffs." He said, walking closer to her.

"Here." She said, standing up from the chair, "I should inform you that's not my real name. My initials are "C", "I", and "A". Catch my drift?" 

She was good. Even better than him, he could say.

"Subtle, but yeah, I get it. I'm also gonna call your bosses in Foggy Bottom and confirm it," he said, challenging her. Trying to prove to her who was in charge here. His base, his office.

"Oh, please do. I'm sure they would love to learn how two moles walked into this base on your watch. Let me guess. They rolled in with flawless ID cards, made a beeline for the scientists... for some routine questioning?" she said, handing him the phone, getting closer to him, shrugging like it was nothing. 


"How'd you know that?" he said, trying to not let her know she was right.

"CIA. We know all." she shrugged again, smiling and kept talking, looking at him, "Even about you, Mr. Sousa. How you were a scout for the 28th infantry till you took shrapnel at Bastogne, worked at Isodyne Energy, took down Hugh Jones and the Council of Nine. And those are just the investigations that I am cleared to talk about." 

Damn. He didn't even know her real name, while she knew everything about his life. Every single detail she could find. He was impressed.

"Why are you really here?" He asked, ultimately "sitting at my desk, poking through my files, Miss?" 

"Agent. And my real name is Daisy."

"Are you gonna give me more information  Agent , or do I really have to put you in handcuffs and find out on my own? Because I don't really believe in the CIA stunt you pulled" he said, getting closer to her, challenging her.

"Just first-names bases, for now. And please, put me in handcuffs for as long as you want" she said, trying to repress a smile at the way his neck reddened.

"I-" that was the only thing he was able to say to her, after closing his eyes and pretending he hadn't heard that last part, about handcuffs "Anyway, want some scotch?" he said, walking towards a tiny table with a bottle and four glasses on top.

"You literally threatened me for 10 minutes and now you're asking me if I want scotch?" she said, looking at him in disbelief while trying to sit on his desk. She really hated those chairs. Or chairs in general.

"I'm tired to ask, I suppose you're here as a distraction from the moles who infiltrated my base. And yes, I'm confirming it, just so you know" he said, nonchalantly - still distracted with the glasses.

"I'm here to save your ass in case someone's trying to kill you, and believe me, they'll try. But...distraction? I don't know if I should be offended or-"

"I'm sorry. I didn't want to offend you in any way,'re beautiful, and seeing you there, at my desk, sitting like  that ...damn," he said, turning around and walking closer to her, and handing her a glass.

She felt a spark when she took the glass and their fingers touched and she could see he felt it too, considering the way he was looking at her. He said nothing, just looked at her, sitting  on  his desk, this time.

"Let's say I'll take it as a very...very weird compliment," she said, smirking at him.

"Mmh, it is," he said, looking at her with the most intense gaze while sipping from his glass.

They were getting closer and closer, and they both know it wasn't the alcohol. She was still there, sitting on his desk, and he was getting closer to the edge of his desk, right  where  she wanted him.

They didn't say anything for a while, just staring at each other, knowing what they wanted to do to one another without actually saying it.

They didn't realize who made the first move, but a little drop of scotch stayed there, on his lips, after he drank the last sip. And she  really  wanted to lick it off. First thing she knew, she brought her thumb to his lips, took the little drop, and brought it back to her mouth to savor it, staring at him. That also brought a groan out of him, and that she didn't miss.

"What do you say we find a way to  actually  distract ourselves?" she said, looking at his lips.

"What do you have in mind?" he said, tightening his grip on her hips, pulling her even closer to him. Their chest barely touching but sharing the  heat.

She wanted him. She wanted him so bad. So cupped his face and she kissed him, slowly, savoring the scotch still left on his tongue. He tasted so fucking good.

He didn't miss the way her hips moved against his crotch. It was too much, for now. He wanted to focus on something else. Her.

So he stepped away from her.

"I- Did I misunderstood this? Oh god- I -" she said, feeling a little ashamed for taking a step like that after years, with a stranger nonetheless. A legend, but still a stranger.

"No, I want it too - I just -" he said, getting closer again, trying to not let her jump off his desk just yet. He didn't know how to explain himself, the women he'd been with weren't...used to this, it felt different, but he really wanted to ask. "May I...taste you?" he murmured, looking at her with the sweetest stare, barely touching her tight, almost ashamed of asking a question like this to a lady he barely knew.

Like the heat pooling in her belly wasn't enough already. Like his stare wasn't making her wet. He wanted to eat her out and he asked her like he was asking to get some fucking pizza. 

He would be the death of her, she was certain of it.

"Yes. But...sit on that chair."

"Wh- Why?" he asked, with the most innocent stare on his face. Goddamn.

"I want you to be comfortable-" she said, feeling the soft tone in her voice, "and besides, I want to have a nice view" she added, smirking at him. Trying to hide how  soft  she felt for him. This was a good fuck, and they would never see each other again.

He noticed that look-- there wasn't pity in her eyes, just pure and utter concern. His heart skipped, but he ignored it.

He sat on the chair, facing her, while she was trying to fumble with her dress-skirt and her tights.

"I'm sorry- I still have to get used to these '50s dresses," she said, laughing.

"Here, let me help," he said, smiling at her while moving up her skirt.

She groaned when his calloused fingers touched her inner thigh to pull her skirt up. 

He looked up at her again, asking for her consent. She simply nodded, unable to say anything more.

And so, he kissed and licked her left thigh, up to her-

"I don't know where you come from...Daisy, but this is a very interesting piece of clothing," he said, staring at her underwear,  breathing  where she wanted him. And she could feel him through the thin lace. Damn.

" Oh - I-  it's a thong," she managed to say, chuckling.

"Interesting," he murmured, before lifting her ass a bit to pull her thong down and leaving it somewhere on the other chair.

He kept looking at her, while spreading her legs again, to give her a proper look. And she liked it, feeling that vulnerable - yet safe - under his gaze. For the first time in a while, she liked it.  She craved that feeling.

He looked at her, naked, legs spread on his desk. Like he wanted to impress this image in his brain.

"Taking a good look, Mr. Sousa?" she said, smirking but waiting for him to make a move.

"I don't want to forget this," he said, his mouth getting closer to her core again. And he kissed gently, right under her clit, without giving her any sort of friction. Nothing. "You're so fucking wet," he said, before starting to lick her clit and nip every bit of skin he could find, making her moan "so fucking better than scotch."

He kept talking while licking her, and while watching her reaction.

The more she moaned, the more he intensified his touch, his kisses, the way he sucked her on her clit,  his dirty words.  It was intoxicating. It was too much.

"Look at me," he said.

She wasn't sure she heard him right, so she kept her eyes closed, focusing on the pleasure. She couldn't look at him. She couldn't.

"Look at me, Daisy," he repeated. 

Now she was sure she heard it, so she tried to open her eyes, to find his messy black curls between her legs. It was the hottest thing she had ever seen.

"Please- I want--"

"What do you want?" he said.

"Your fingers-- inside- me" she tried to say, while he was still giving gentler licks to her clit, making her difficult for her to even think about what to say.

"Lick them for me, will you?" he said, holding up two of his fingers, looking at her with dilatated pupils.

And she did, she licked - sucked - his fingers, while holding his gaze, seeing the way he suppressed a groan.

He got up, this time, finally touching her still-covered-breasts again, slowly pushing his two fingers inside her, starting to move them in a steadier rhythm, while kissing - no,  sucking  - a pulse point on her neck.

He kept moving, again and again, touching her clit with his thumb from time to time, bringing her even closer to orgasm. The way his fingers curled inside her, hitting  that spot.  It was too good, too fucking good.

"Yes, right ther-- I'm almost there- I-" she said, pulling his hair, trying to bring back his attention to her face.

He tried to go faster, maybe even messier, but it was enough for her. It was too much for her. 

"Come for me," he said in a rough tone while giving her more, circling her clit "come on my fingers, just like that."

" Oh  -- yes, fucking--god." So she came, harder than she thought. 


She really needed a few moments to catch her breath. So they stayed entangled, her on the desk with her chin on his shoulders, and him with his fingers still inside her, trying to have a moment to collect his thoughts.

Until he gently pulled his fingers out of her, brought them to his mouth, and licked them clean.

The bastard didn't even think to use a napkin. He had to make her horny again. 

He pulled away from her, trying to readjust in his pants. A move, and a bulge, she  clearly  didn't miss.

"Where do you think you're going? And with that.. nonetheless?" she said, smirking and staring at his pants.

"I thought-" he started to say, unimpressed, pretending he was the most innocent person in the room.

"You thought I was satisfied? Believe me, I am, but I want more," she said, reaching for his arm and pulling him close again.

She started unbuckling his belt, occasionally teasing him with her hand but careful not to touch him too much. 

"I've never done... this," he said

"What? Spending quality time with a girl you just met or fucking her on your desk?"

"Let's say both" he chuckled.

"Then this will be your first time" she smiled "Are you comfortable standing up? I don't want to be disrespectful but I don't want you to feel weird, or in pain or uncom-" she added before he stopped her ranting with a hungry kiss.

"I'm okay. And thank you...for your concern. It means a lot," he said, smiling at her fondly "wait-- what about protections?" he asked, ashamed he almost forgot it. 

"I haven't slept with someone for...years, but besides that, I'm covered" she smiled shyly.

"I-- it's my first time in a while either, and I get tested every month for everything..because of missions, you know." he fumbled.

"Yeah, I get it. Me too" she smiled fondly at him. Realizing he was her first time after years, and she felt - strangely - comfortable with it. Even... happier ?

She started fumbling with his pants - trying to forget  that  feeling - until she was finally able to push them down, revealing his briefs. His prosthetic barely visible, but she looked at him to make sure he felt comfortable with this. He responded to it with just a nod, so she pulled his briefs down. Finally -  finally -  releasing his cock. 

He was hard.  For her, only for her.

She tentatively touched the base, then started to slide her hand up and down his length, making him moan with just one touch. 

Until he stopped her "I don't need this-- I need you" he whispered, touching her arm to stop her. She understood and let go of his cock, putting his hands on her waist just to help her settle on the desk.

He aligned himself to her entrance and sunk into her, slowly, because he wanted to feel her. All of her. He touched one breast through her dress, teasing her right nipple through the rough fabric while kissing, and licking her neck again. A muffled moan escaped her mouth, as he kept sliding in and out of her in frantic motions, hitting the perfect spot.

"So good, so incredible," he said, between kisses. 

He managed to pull one of her legs up on the desk, to give her balance while he fucked her. That changed the angle for her, hitting a deeper spot, making her toes curl in her heels.

"Look at us," she said, watching between her legs, seeing how their bodies were joining. It was too much for him too. 

He was fucking a woman on his desk for the first time and he was watching himself doing it. 

"Daisy, I'm-" he said, in between moans, thrusting into her, faster and faster,

She was almost there, too. He could feel it by the way her walls clenched around him. She was so tight. 

"I'm almost there-- too--OH FUCK" she said, watching the way he was fucking her.

He kept pushing and pushing and she was losing it. She managed to roll her hips, just to meet him halfway, and that worked.

"Yes, fuck me too--such a good girl," he said, in between moans.

Their moans and groans and muffled screams filled the room. And the way he was calling her a good girl brought her closer and closer --  Too much.

"Oh my--fucking GOD" she screamed, feeling her walls clenching around him for the last time.

He came inside her with one last thrust, while trying to kiss her mouth to muffle his moans. 

"Fuckkk-yess- good boy" she chuckled against his neck. They stood there for god-knows-how-many-minutes, just catching their breaths and chuckling from time to time.

He helped her get up from the desk, before sitting on the chair again, pulling her on his lap. 

"I must say, that was a nice distraction" she was the first to speak, smiling like a fool.

"It really was. So gorgeous," he said before he cupped her cheeks and kissed her sweetly.



Okay, being in a future-healing pod wasn't like sleeping. So, it couldn't be a dream, it was supposed to be the meds, or the trauma, or whatever. 

That's what Daisy thought when she woke up inside the healing pod. Panting. And with that-kind-of-heat between her legs she couldn't take her of right at the moment, because:

1) they were trapped in the middle of a time-storm, which made her question exactly how she had the time to dream about this,and

2) the man she dreamed of was unreachable. Especially now.


She liked him. She really did. And she was so screwed.


He was gonna be the death of her by the time this time-storm stopped, she was certain of it.