Patron Saints of S.H.I.E.L.D.
“Pas encore…” And he pulled away, running his slicked digits over his tip with a sigh. “…Pas avant d'avoir la vraie chose.”
“Baise moi fort—“ she said breathlessly, reaching down to his cock.
Hooking his hands under her knees, he pushed them up, leaving her all out on display against the headboard. In one easy movement, his hips met hers, head tipping back as he kept is all together.
Bobbi moaned and gasped, “H-holy hell—!” She whispered, “Oh my god you’re so big….”
“Ah, Christ…” he swore, beginning a shallow thrust as he pressed his forehead to hers. “Ní raibh aon duine riamh daingean…”
Bobbi flushed, she could recognize his mother tongue on his lips though she didn’t understand, but it was still the sexiest thing she’d ever heard. She clutched his back and moaned.
Sitting back, he pulled her with him onto his lap, rocking her up hard with each buck of his hips. It had been a little while, but he’d be damned if he’d miss a beat.
“Connor-!!” She whimpered, working with him, pulling at his hair. Moving she kissed him hard, biting his lip after a moment.
He groaned into her kiss, feeling the heat sinking through his chest. Loosening one grip on her, he pressed his thumb between her thighs, rubbing haphazard circle to his rhythm.
The girl hitched her breath, trying to remain quiet, “Connor— О Боже! Я так близок!”
“Давай–” he whispered, giving a few more sharp bucks of his hips.
Bobbi whimpered and started kissing him and kissed down his neck- gasping she bit into his neck, muffling her screams of passion.
Giving pause only to turn from the headboard, he tipped her down to lie flat on the bed. He drew his arms up beneath her, hands holding her still by the shoulders as he resumed his pace with a new edge and angle.
“Oh god— oh Connor—“ she whimpered.
Burying his face in her neck, he felt the end approaching, biting softly at her shoulder to keep quiet.
Bobbi squeaked gently and clawed at his back, moaning as she spilled over the edge, clenching around him, leaving more love bites onto his neck.
Connor continued eagerly on as he came, slowing only as he began to come down from the high of it, teeth bruised into her flesh.
Bobbi panted, kissing along the marks she left on his skin and she smiled, letting out a laugh, “Oh god— i— i msorry you’re all marked up—“
He chuckled breathlessly, easing up onto his knees. “Hush, lass— I enjoyed every bit o’ it.”
Wetting her lips she ran a hand down his chest, “This… isn’t going to be a one time thing… is it…” she frowned, pushing her hair back, “I don’t want you to think I’m a whore…”
He looked down to her, visibly surprised. “Pensez-vous que je pourrais trouver quelqu'un comme vous n'importe où ailleurs?” he asked softly, wrapping her in his arms and pulling her close. “No’ a chance.”
She flushed and smiled a little, snuggling into his chest with a yawn, “I just…. really like you…” she kissed his shoulder.
“Then lie down wit’ me,” he hummed. “An’ lets get some rest…” Leaning back, he kept her close, tangling with her.
Yawning again she nodded and pressed her face into his neck, “Okay…” she gently stroked his back, slowly falling to sleep, her hand stilling.
Connor woke late in the morning, half sprawled over the bed in his accustomed fashion. He straightened himself slowly, looking around with mild confusion.
Bobbi was still asleep curled into his side, Love bites adorned her neck, and her hand was posesively on his stomach.
His form relaxed, pulling her in to kiss the top of her head before he saw the clock. “Scheiße!”
Bobbi scrunched her nose, opening her eyes, “What—“
“We’re late fer work—“ he breathed, rolling out of bed in a rush. “Fuck fuck fuck.”
Bobbi rubbed her eyes, looking at him flip out and she laughed softly, “Baby… it’s Saturday… come back to bed…”
He paused half-way through putting on his pants, shoulders relaxing visibly. “Oh sweet Jesus,” he sighed and began to laugh.
Shecsmiled at him and pushed her blonde hair back. Moving to pull his black T-shirt off the floor she pulled it onto her naked torso and stretched with a yawn.
Pulling his pants the rest of the way on, he sat back down and rubbed his eyes, yawning in turn.
The girl reached over, running her hands through his messy blonde hair, “So… feel like being my boyfriend or something?”
“If ya think ya can stand it,” he laughed, leaning back to look at her. “I would love tha’.”
Bobbi smiled and kissed his cheek, “I think I can handle it…”
“Tha’s tha spirit!” He grinned, rolled up onto his feet. “C’mon, how’s breakfast sound?”
“It sounds good— I hope Murphy slept okay.”
Connor paused for a second, “I don’ think he’s ‘ere.” Padding out to the living room, he returned with a note. “Nah, he said he went to meet Rocco for breakfast a few hours ago.”
Bobbi frowned, hugging her knees, “Well now I feel bad…”
“Wha’? Why?” he asked, turning to her. “They do tha’ a lot— they’re close.” He set the note aside and pulled her up bridal style in his arms. “No poutin’, let’s get some food!”
Bobbi squeaked gently and hugged around his neck, “Oh Connor…” she sighed, “I haven’t been this happy in so long…”
Toting her off to the kitchen, he sat her up on the countertop, kissing her lips, then her neck, before looking for ingredients. “I ‘aven’ ‘ad a mornin’ like this— maybe ever!”
The girl smiled and sighed, kissing him back, “You’re so fucking sexy, Connor…. should we screw before we eat and then go out for pancakes?”
Pausing, he let go of the refrigerator door, letting it smack shut as he crossed the kitchen floor once more. He was absolutely at her beck and call, and he knew it, and he didn’t mind one bit. “Aye—wouldn’t mind eatin’ out,” he smirked, voice low and thick with sleep still.
Bobbi felt her cheeks heat up- she knew she was all his, and that he was all hers. Something about their instant bond scared her, since she didn’t know if this man was a vigilante.
Smirking she reached out and touched his face when he approached her, “You’re sure something, Macmanus.”
“Tha’s usually the general consensus,” he chuckled, drawing her lips to his. He knew that Murphy had wondered if S.H.I.E.L.D had set her to them, but he couldn’t be bothered to wonder himself— not when she was all his.
