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@siinfvl - angry kiss - but also sloppy and wet and hateful and possessive
She has a serie of problems that can be summed up with ‘Grant Ward is an idiot’.The first one, for example, is that the old fashioned, prideful, Italian man that both SHIELD and Phoenix need to con into working with them, thinks that she and Ward are a power-couple, villain duo, husband and wife sort of leaders, because Ward just had to provoke her during their mission and joke that that’s what they are, and the man, Serri, bought it, and Serri is more interested in making deals with them after that - not to mention that telling him it’s not true now would be an insult, he’d think they were mocking him. Italians are weird.To get the intel they need, Secci has to keep thinking they are a 'loving’ couple. Though at least he is so amused by the fact that 'she wears the pants’ and is feisty, as he put it after hearing her snap back at Ward - and apparently Ward looked pleased by it too, when she turned her back to him. He has fun when she mocks him back.She does too, but that’s not the point. The point is that he’s an idiot.
Now, though, after a sarcastic 'wifey’ 'hey hubby’ after Ward, some of his team and some of hers were fake kidnapped together with Serri, the old man told them ’oh, don’t mind us, go ahead and give him a kiss’, because that’s what a 'wife’ is supposed to do, and that’s also a problem.Ward’s teammates are radiating amusement and curiosity and her own seem a bit worried for their lives. “Great,” she says, and smiles, not missing that Ward is working faster on freeing himself from the ropes around his arms clearly expecting her to bite his face off. Hell no.
She grabs his face instead, to make him tilt his head up, and whispers “You did this” which she knows he would even agree with if she gave him the chance, and then she gets revenge, because she plants a kiss on his lips that is so far from fake it’s not even in the same realm. She feels everybody else move away - good, it would be weird if they stared - and Serri comments that that’s how it works where he comes from, husbands and wives can argue all day long as long as they make up that way and stick together, none of the divorce crap, and he’s spitting nonsense all over, but she focuses on Grant Ward instead, and the fact that this stupid idiot is kissing her back with enthusiasm but she’s not even letting him catch up, because she keeps being on the lead and doing things that turn out to be always the right choice, whether she bites, or she slows down but still keeps kissing hard and with no hesitations, and her tongue caresses his, and then she’s sucking, and on a hunch she gives a hard scratch to the back of his head and pulls and can feel him moan against her lips even if the sound is mostly drawn by the noises around them from people talking and her lips; she gives another tug to his hair, moving his head the way she wants it with her other hand, and then finally yanks him back for his hair to push him against the chair he was sitting on, licking her lips and giving him a look between angry, turned on and victorious. He looks like she just shagged him there and then, and truthfully if they had been alone she would have. Somehow she has the feeling they will talk about this when they are done here.
She looks for Serri and the others, who are talking about where to meet and prices, which at least will allow their operation to end because they’ll arrest everybody involved. Her heart is pounding so hard, she thinks they might hear it. “I think you killed him,” Harrison murmurs, and then: “With all due respect.” As if that’s gonna fix it. Not that she minds, Harrison is a friendly figure in her life in his own way.“I’d die like that any time,” Sarah mutters, and after that, equally apologetic, “Ma'am.”She doesn’t look back at Ward yet.She’s not sure she can keep herself from looking too interested if she does, with how appealing he looks when flushed and with messy hair, and adjusts her hair, trying to keep a straight face and not even glance at Peio or any other agent there. “Let’s get out of here, then,” someone else says, and Jemma reminds herself that no, she’s not going to fight Ward’s mouth with her mouth just because he’s attractive, she’s going to go back to the car, and then to the Zephyr and likely have a beer to take her mind off it. She only pauses to check her lipstick on a window, wiping a tiny red smudge at the corner of her lips, and has the feeling that everybody else is leaving faster than she is exactly because they are expecting them to talk about this. Or to kiss more, who knows what goes in their heads.
