A/N: Prompt fill for Caroline. Thanks for the suggestions! I hope you like it... I'd never heard this song before.
She was swinging her hips, slow and sensuously, to some sort of electronic pop song that he didn't recognize. Granted, he didn't recognize most of the songs she listened to – but he appreciated them anyway. He leaned against her doorway, folding his arms across his chest as he watched her. The way she was moving had him imagining things that certainly shouldn't be imagined in her office, and he glanced away for a moment as he felt a stirring in the lower region of his body.
"I'm gonna wear the tie, want the power to leave you, I'm aiming for full control of this love."
He really should stop taking her songs so literally. As it was, he was now envisioning her wearing the silver and black striped tie he currently had on… and little else. He swallowed hard, and his mouth went dry as she continued to sing,
"Touch me, touch me, don't be sweet… let me be the girl under you that makes you cry,"
"Jeez," He muttered, stepping into her office and clasping his hands in front of him to cover up his traitorous body. "Skye," He said firmly, loudly enough that he knew she would hear him over her music. For once, she didn't jump, and she turned to look at him over her shoulder. He gave her a pointed look, and she smirked at him.
"I wanna be that g.u.y.," She drawled out, moving her body in an obviously sexual manner, and stepping close enough to press her fingers against his shirt. He frowned at her, and cleared his throat. "I'm gonna say the word and own you,"
"Oh, really?" He interrupted, raising his eyebrow, and she grinned at him, not daunted.
"Of course," She said, still moving to the music, pressing her body closer to his. His hands were on her waist and he didn't really remember when that happened, but then she was pressing her cheek against his and her lips were brushing against his ear. "Phil,"
"God," He groaned, his thumbs pressing into her hips. He wanted to stop her – it was midday, after all – but he found himself pushing her toward her desk, lifting her on top of it, filling the space between her legs as he pressed his body flush against hers.
"Touch me, touch me," Skye breathed, only half singing along as she pushed his jacket off of his shoulders. He obliged, sliding his hands down to her knees, pushing up the hem of her dress as he brushed his fingers across her thighs. She hummed encouragingly as she set his jacket on the desk next to her, somewhat carefully folded so it didn't crease. She pulled the knot of his tie loose, and then used it to pull him down over her as she lay back on her desk.
... ... ...
Coulson was sporting his frequent cocky smirk when Trip passed him in the hall.
"Casual Friday, Sir?" Trip teased, grinning, and Coulson looked mildly confused. "No tie," Trip gestured toward Coulson's chest, "I don't think the new recruits have ever seen you in such a state of undress." Trip was doing his best not to laugh, and Coulson narrowed his eyes.
"I am hardly undressed. I just… forgot a tie, this morning." He shrugged, giving Trip a look that said it wasn't a big deal. Trip did laugh, then.
"Did you?" Trip mused, knowing better. "Well, you also forgot to zip up your pants, too. Must have been a very distracting morning."
"Agent Triplett," Coulson scolded, glancing down and quickly doing up the zip. His ears were red, but he still had a frown on his face. Trip held his hand in the air and began to continue down the hall.
"If it's all the same to you, I'd rather not talk about it." Trip assured him, and Coulson hesitated, straightening.
"Alright," He said carefully, nodding.
"Good to know mom and dad are having fun though," Trip gave him a toothy grin.
"Triplett," Coulson hissed, and Trip laughed as he turned the corner and disappeared. Coulson stood there for a moment, rotating his jaw as he decided whether or not to follow Trip and reprimand him. Shaking his head, he gave himself a once over and smoothed his hand down his shirt front.
Dammit. There was lipstick on his collar.
His smirk slowly grew, and he sauntered off down the hall.
Song: "G.U.Y." - Lady Gaga