Just one thing.
Phil had a book to read, a kitchen to cook, the sun and the beach and he had Melinda, the only thing on his mind really. She gained him strengh and the painkillers helped override the pain in his chest. She clung to him, didnât let him out of her sight and with every day leaving her behind felt more and more impossible.
It was on day 13 that Tony send them a private jet to one of his facilities. They replaced his heart and the dead tissue in three long operations. He was very weak for months and he would never be in the field again, but hey he was retired. Kind of. Not long after, Mack had asked both for counceling. Melinda stayed by his side for more than a year until Phil basically pushed her out of their cabin back into the field again. She liked kicking ass and not just his poor old one, he argued. Thatâs how a year and half after saving the earth from cracking apart they found themself back in the Lighthouse, sharing one of the bigger bunks. She went out on missions while he stayed in the base or the Zephyr helping Mack planning the ops. Or to calm her down when her body was still tense after a fight just like after this daylong rescue mission.
âThank you.â Standing between her legs Phil had neatly patched up a small cut on her thigh and below the rib cage. He could tell her body was still on fire, that she needed release and Phil was not up for sparring with her.
âMaybe thatâs not the place.â She teased reading his mind.
âItâs not.â His tone remained professional while he went to squeeze her ass with both hands and bring her closer. âWhoâs flying us home?â His voice still serious.
âDavis.â
âJemma?â
âSleeping.â
âShe better be.â
âI will not go lock the door.â
He watched her small elegant hands already working on his fly. Like always her hands worked wonders on him.
âThis will have to be quick then.â He apologised up front.
She nodded absentmindly. He lifted her up a little and then she was bare and he was inside of her with a soft moan knowing she would kill him if heâd tease her more.
She kissed his cheek. âThatâs good.â
He agreed.
âPhil?â
âHmm.â
âWhat happened to quick and dirty?â
He mumbled something disagreeing enjoying the slick slow pace and her soft noises. No one with two good ears would dare to walk in on them, anyways.
âPhil.â She warned him not really meaning it. âThatâs not quick.â
He stopped for a moment to look at her: âNo.â He had that dumb smile on his cute face. It grew bigger when he surprised her moving again and she couldnât surpress a moan. Grinning she shook her head and kissed him. âFine, your way then.â She whispered close to his ear and Phil was very lucky to be alive.


















