Notes: This the missing feral Phil sexy scene that was implied in the last chapter.


"D-Do you want to go into the bedroom?" His voice wavered slightly.

"Fuck yeah," she said through heavy eyelids. He was scooping her up now, carrying her in his arms towards his bedroom. She had been anticipating when they'd get together like this again ever since the last time they'd had sex. Her insides were coming undone already and he had barely touched her. She opened her eyes just as he lightly tossed her on the soft mattress. She chuckled looking up at him as he stripped his shirt off and tossed it to the floor. Her eyes fell on the scratches on his chest, and anger flared up inside her. She could have lost Phil because of that stupid bitch. "Are you sure you're okay?"

He was already at her feet, kissing and licking her toes. "Perfect," he said looking at the purple bruises on her legs. "Sweetie, I can stop ... if it hurts too much." It was going to be a helluva time stopping now if she said no, but he'd force himself to.

"Don't stop," she smirked looking down at his as he trailed kisses over her legs. "I want you to ravage my body, Agent Coulson." She slinked her hand down her t-shirt, grabbed the hem and pulled it up over her breasts exposing her leopard print bra

The sound of her sweet voice and the sight of her breasts caused him to growl loudly in the back of his throat. Heat immediately crept to his cheeks and he couldn't force himself to look up at her. "I-I'm sorry," he apologized, embarrassed by his actions. "Am I scaring you?"

"No, you're not, and that was so fucking hot," Darcy said sitting up, taking her hand and lifting his chin to meet her gaze. "Do it again ..." she whispered.

He sat there for a moment, staring at her lustfully (he couldn't help it). He watched her as she wiggled back down in a comfortable position, pulling her shirt up over her breasts again. He smirked just before he pounced on top of her; his lips at her throat, kissing and sucking her creamy skin. "Just remember you asked for it, sweetheart," he whispered into her ear, followed by another low growl.

Darcy shuddered at the sound of him growling in her ear. It's the most erotic and possessive sound she's ever heard in her entire life. Right now she wanted nothing more than for him to rip all her clothes off and take her. "Phil," she moaned, snaking her hands down his back. "Please ..."

He chuckled slightly, still working at throat, alternating soft kisses with rough ones. "No," he said firmly, nipping at her collarbone. "Not yet." She whimpered quietly at his answer. He moved her hands over her head and then he slipped her shirt over her body, so that she was just left in her bra and panties.

He stared at her with lust in his eyes and Darcy never felt so vulnerable. They way he was looking at her made her quiver, not with fear but of a deep sexual desire. She watched as he pushed her bra up over her breasts and licked his lips. "Phil," she just kept saying his name over and over, like, she didn't know any other words to say.

"Christ, you're hot," he whispered, hands wandering over the soft flesh of her breasts, thumbs stroking over her hardened nipples. "Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to not fuck you right now?" He didn't even sound like himself.

"Just do it. Please ... Fuck, I'm so ready for you ..." she panted, watching as his hands stroked down her breasts and over her flat tummy.

He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply through his nose. There was something sweet and musky about her scent tonight. It took him only a minute to figure out she was ovulating. Suddenly, his deepest desire was to get her pregnant, but he wasn't about to tell her that. It would only lead her to freaking out and this whole experience would be ruined (and quite possibly their relationship). "You smell amazing. Incredible." He began to move down her body, placing little kisses across her tummy until he reached her panties. His fingers tickled around the waistband as he watched her breathing grow ragged. "Do you like this, Darcy?"

She closed her eyes and nodded yes.

"Mmm ... Good," he said with a little smirk on his face. His hand moved downward from the waistband to in between her thighs. She moaned a little but kept her eyes shut. "Do you like when I touch you here, pussycat?" he whispered, thumb stroke over her center softly.

"Ooohh, yes ..." she mewled softly, and then let out a short gasp when he rubbed the side of his lightly scruffy face against her thighs. God, she loved his scruff; she loved when he'd just let it go for a few days while they were working undercover. She was going to miss it, knowing that now he was back at S.H.I.E.L.D that he'd opt for the clean shaven look again. Then she felt his warm mouth between her legs, sucking gently against the fabric of her underwear, and she's completely lost. "Fuck, that's good ..." she panted, grabbing his head with her hands.

He growled against her as he sucked her through her leopard print panties. He felt like he's not Phil Coulson anymore, that he's been replaced with some sort of stranger. Whatever animal instincts are in him have completely taken over, and all he can think of is how much he wants, no, needs Darcy. He stopped and looked up at her, her eyes shut and lips slightly parted. "I need you naked. Take your bra off," he said in a demanding voice.

"Okay," Darcy said as she arched her back up and wiggled her arms behind her to remove the clasp of her bra. She tossed it over the side of the bed and then wiggled back down onto the pillow. "Want me to take these off too?" She slid her hands over her underwear.

"I'll take care of that," he growls as he moved back to her panties, taking them in his teeth and started to drag them slowly off of her. Her back is arched slightly and she lifted her hips off the bed so that he can remove her last stitch of clothing. Phil is doing his best to keep himself under control, but his urges are so strong that he feels like at any moment he's going to lose the battle. He held her panties in his hand, wanting nothing more to lift them to his nose to smell her intoxicating scent. Would that creep her out? Probably. Instead he tossed them on the bed next to him.

"God, Phil ..." Darcy moaned, wiggling her body against his bed. "I need you," she whispered, parting her legs just slightly. She was so wet and smelled delicious, but he still fought into giving fully into her just yet. He wanted nothing more to flip her on her back and take her from behind. He wanted to grip her hair tightly to pull her head back so he could sink his teeth into the flesh of her neck. He wanted to cover her in bites and marks to show the world that she belongs to him. He wanted to fuck her so hard that she'd scream his name for everyone to hear.

"Darcy-"

"Phil, do what you want to me. Tonight is your night, baby. I'm giving myself to you," she said in a rushed breath. "If you want to fuck me crazy-hard, then do it. What do you want to do?"

"Fuck you crazy-hard," he replied as he started to kiss his way up her legs. She moaned and spread her legs a little more when he reached her thighs. His heart was pounding again, he could feel the blood coursing through his body, his ears picked up every little hitch in her breathing as he moved his mouth closer. She arched her back in anticipation, hands gripping the sheets tightly as he blew a little warm breath against her flesh. Phil's eyes closed for a moment as he ran the tip of his nose against her soft, wet center.

"Holy fuck," Darcy moaned, feeling his nose slide against her. Her hands went straight to his head as he put his whole mouth on her: licking, sucking, kissing, and nibbling. She can feel herself start to come undone. "Ohh," she panted, hands trying to grab his short hair.

"Darcy," Phil growled her name against her thigh. "You have such a sweet pussy." The second the words left his mouth, he felt embarrassed. That definitely was not a word he used ever. He started to open his mouth to apologize but Darcy shook her head no, like, she knew he was going to say he was sorry.

She looked at him and bit her lip playfully. "I love when you touch my pussy," she whispered. She wanted to let him know that she was comfortable with him using that word. After all, Darcy loved dirty talk, especially when it was coming from hottie Agent Coulson's mouth. "You can have my pussy anytime you want."

He growled something and grabbed her leg, flipping her quickly, so that she was laying on her stomach. He smacked her ass to get her up onto her knees. He pulled his cock out of boxers soon as she was in position and sunk himself deep inside her.

"Fuck!" Darcy grunted. She had expected him to ease inside her, not shove his way in. It took her a moment to get used to the feeling of him filling her, but when she did it felt wonderful. He was steady with his rhythm-keeping it forceful, but not to the point where it was too fast and uncomfortable. Darcy balanced herself with her forearms and head resting against the mattress as Phil pumped in and out of her. "Oh, shit ...oh, shit ... shit," she muttered over and over.

"Fuck," Phil growled as he pushed inside her, keeping his balance by grabbing onto her ass. "Darcy..."

"Phil. Fuck. Condom..."

"Shit," Phil snarled, remembering that he had forgot to put one on. He pulled out of Darcy quickly, leapt off the bed and quickly raced out of the bedroom into the living room where the box of condoms were. He entered the bedroom a few seconds later, ripping open the condom packet. He pulled his boxers off this time and slipped the condom on. "Grab onto the headboard," he commanded, slapping Darcy's ass again.

"Yessir," Darcy replied as she got up and did as she was told. With her back to Phil, she gripped the wooden headboard of the bed as tight as she could, prepping herself for when he entered her again. She felt his hands grab her shoulders and then felt him fill her again, slower and smoother than he did before. "So good ..." she muttered, leaning back into him every time he thrust in her.

He started to speed up, his steady rhythm began to slip, but he was determined to keep going as long as he could. Having sex with enhanced senses was the most amazing experience he had ever had. He only wished that Darcy had could experience it just like he was. "Is this good for you?" he asked as he pushed in over and over again.

"A-amazing," she answered, keeping her hands tight on the back of the headboard. She jerked forward and moaned loudly when Phil bucked into harder than he had before. The headboard slammed into the wall creating a little dent in the plaster. If the neighbors were home, they were probably hearing sounds that they had never heard come from this apartment before. "Phil, I ... I'm-" Darcy felt like she was going to come undone at any second. She shrieked loudly when Phil pulled out of her and grabbed her legs, pulling her roughly down the bed. She fell flat on her stomach, but he twisted her so that she flipped over on to her back.

"I want to see your face when I make you come," he growled, grabbing her leg and lifting it over his shoulder. She whimpered when he entered her again, digging her fingernails into his slick back.

"Fuck, that feels good," he growled, bucking into her again and again. He had never used this much dirty language in sex talk before. He wasn't sure if it was because he wasn't in his right frame of mind or if Darcy's foul mouth was rubbing off on him. Either way, it felt good to say some things that he normally wouldn't say.

" ... Phil ...oh, fuck, I'm close," Darcy panted as she scratched her fingernails down his back again. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back.

"Open your eyes," Phil grunted as he thrust into her.

She opened her eyes and looked into his. Normally he had the most incredible blue eyes, but tonight they were so dilated that they looked almost black. Her eyes searched down his chest and watched as the muscles in his arms rippled as he hitched her leg higher, so he could penetrate her deeper. His hips started jerking erratically, and Darcy knew that he was going to come at any second just like she was.

Phil leaned forward and let go of Darcy's leg, letting it fall to the side of him. He groaned when he felt her wrap her legs around his waist so that he could keep thrusting into her deeper. "Close ..." He managed to say as he bucked into her again and again.

Darcy tilted her head back and she moaned loudly as he pushed roughly into her. "So good," she panted as she came. Her hands slid down off of his back and down to the bed as he continued to fuck her.

All the pressure that was building up inside Phil was ready to be released. He missed taking a breath several times and his vision began to white out. When he came, he came more violently than he had ever before. He growled loudly, dipping his head down to Darcy, and sunk his teeth down into her shoulder. He felt her jump and shriek as he bit down on her, he stopped himself before he could draw blood. He wanted to taste her blood for some reason but he couldn't let himself go all the way through with doing it. He rolled off of her onto his back and closed his eyes, trying to settle his body down. "Darcy?" he said a moment later, opening his eyes to look over at her.

"I'm okay," she said trying to gain control of proper breathing again. Her whole body felt like it was made of jelly. She could barely move. "Jesus, ... I've never been fucked that hard in my life," she said, giving him a small grin.

"Too hard?" he asked sleepily, closing his eyes again. He was completely spent and wanted to just curl up to his girlfriend and fall asleep.

Darcy smiled and sat up to grab the blanket at the foot of the bed. She pulled it over them and switched off the light before she rested her head gently against Phil's shoulder. "Let's get some rest, baby," she whispered.

A few moments later and they were both sound asleep in each other's arms.