February 7 - Maria Hill/Daisy Johnson, something smutty maybe with a soul mark meeting please, for @khspoetrywizz
Written by @ozhawkauthor
“So.”
“Yeah.” Daisy smiled at her new soulmate, marvelling how beautiful she was, the perfect symmetry of her pale face framed by a short cap of dark brown hair, deep blue eyes which could be cold as ice one minute, flashing sparks the next. “Here we are.”
Maria smiled. “Yes. Here we are.”
Here was in Maria’s bedroom, in her apartment within the Avengers facility. It had taken them a month to get here since their initial meeting after a battle when Daisy ended up teaming up with the Avengers; she’d really had little choice but to leave SHIELD since Coulson still didn’t want the Avengers to know he was alive. Maria had known all along, of course, and she was the one who shot Daisy warning glances whenever she slid too close to a dangerous topic, reminding her that there were certain things she couldn’t tell her knew teammates.
Secrets were a part of who they both were, Daisy reflected, but from the first moment she and Maria had determined they would have no secrets between the two of them. They both answered any questions honestly and in full; no lies of omission, no double-talk. Even so, it had taken them this long to come to an absolute trust in each other.
Of course, it didn’t help that the Avengers spent half their time running around the world putting out other people’s fires. Half their dates got cancelled, postponed or interrupted. An evening just to themselves was a rare occurrence, though Daisy had quite firmly told Steve that particular evening he was absolutely not to call her unless there was a literal alien invasion again. He’d blushed while telling her to have a good night, and she was pretty sure he really wouldn’t call unless the situation was desperate.
Just as long as he didn’t tell Tony…
Maria interrupted her train of thought by taking a step closer. She’d opened the door to her apartment wearing nothing but a long, silky black nightgown, thin spaghetti straps all that held it up. She took Daisy’s breath away.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” Maria said, arching one of those perfectly aristocratic eyebrows.
Maybe they should get Maria to run for President, Daisy mused as she immediately began unzipping her jacket. Since Steve was stalwartly resisting all their not-at-all-subtle suggestions. Maria had an aura about her that made the merest suggestion seem like an irresistible command. There was, of course, the added bonus that both the Senate and Congressional Intelligence Committees were already terrified of her.
Now probably wasn’t a good time to make the suggestion, though. And Daisy would make an appalling First Lady. She stifled a giggle at the thought as she stepped out of her jeans, leaving herself in only her underwear, not her normal practical sports gear but a pretty lacy set she’d put on specially.
Maria’s blue eyes had lost their customary icy glint, were even turned up slightly at the corners as she smiled. “You look beautiful,” she said, and the crispness was gone from her voice too, replaced by a seductive purr.
Daisy shivered. “That’s my line,” she said, but her voice was a thin thread.
Maria reached to take her hand, drawing her into her arms for a lingering kiss before moving towards the bed. A couple of inches taller than Daisy, they fit together well, no awkward cricking of the necks as they kissed.
The silk of Maria’s nightgown was slippery under Daisy’s fingers, but she wanted to feel Maria’s even softer skin. A quick pluck of her fingers and the thin straps were sliding down, the silk slithering to the floor, leaving Maria’s lithe body bare to Daisy’s gaze.
From this angle she couldn’t see the words, emblazoned across Maria’s butt cheek as they were. Fancy seeing you here, she’d said dryly as she exited the Avenjet to find Maria standing there.
Steve said afterwards it was the first time he’d ever seen Maria lose her cool. Even in the battle with Ultron she’d seemed unruffled, but at Daisy’s words she’d started back, hand to her throat, and gasped “You?”
As a soulmark, it was nearly as bad as Hi. Daisy had always wondered if she’d know, when the time came, but there had been no question in her mind at all.
Reaching out now, she wrapped her arms around Maria’s middle until the single word on the inside of her wrist connected with Maria’s soulmark. She didn’t have to look; she knew the instant the two marks made contact, the buzz of the soulmark forming running through her.
Maria moaned against her mouth, and Daisy pushed gently at her, easing her to sit down on the edge of the bed before going to her knees, never allowing the marks to break apart.
“I’ve been dreaming about this,” she breathed, nudging Maria’s legs apart. “Dreaming of how you’d taste.”
“Daisy,” Maria groaned, leaning back and placing her hands on the mattress to support herself.
Hearing her name on her soulmate’s lips, Daisy moaned herself. The longer the marks stayed in contact, the more aroused she became, sexual tension winding tighter and tighter until she felt like a rubber band stretched thin, ready to snap. Her panties were soaked, clit throbbing with need. The slightest touch would set her off, she was sure, so she focussed on Maria, tracing her tongue lightly over slick folds as her lover opened to her touch.
Maria moaned her name again, hips shifting as her hand speared into Daisy’s hair, holding her in place so she could ride her mouth. The soulmarks burned where they pressed together; Daisy clenched her fingers, gripping onto Maria’s ass, and dropped her free hand between her own legs. Nudging the soaked lace of her panties aside, she applied a finger to her clit.
As she’d suspected, the slightest touch pushed her up close to the edge, and she groaned desperately, tongue lashing faster, lips working Maria up right alongside her until the other woman screamed her name, shaking wildly, fingers pulling at Daisy’s hair. Daisy didn’t care, though, her own climax ripping through her at the same time as the soulbond locked inexorably into place so extreme a sensation that the rest of the world might just as well not have existed.
It took everything Daisy had to crawl onto the bed beside Maria a few minutes later. Laying her cheek on her soulmate’s shoulder, she revelled in the soft undercurrent of loving wonder she felt coming from Maria, knowing that she was undoubtedly projecting the same emotion.
In that time, in that perfect, endless moment, there was only the two of them, pulses still racing as they came slowly down from the peaks.
And then the phone rang.
“Whoever that is,” Maria said lazily, “tell them to fuck off.”
“Yes, Ms. Hill,” the facility AI responded calmly as Daisy giggled.
“Saving the world, if that’s what they need us for, can wait until tomorrow,” Maria told her, rolling over with a grin and wrapping her arms tightly around Daisy. “For tonight, there’s only you and me.”
