Agent Level 6, Director of the Food Services Division aboard the S.H.I.E.L.D. Helicarrier.
"When the skies are looking above my dear, and your heart’s lost all it’s hope,
after dawn there will be sunshine and all the dust will go,
skies will clear up my darling, I wake up with the one I love the most,
and in the morning I’ll make you up some tea and toast.” -Lucy Spraggan
Current M!A: None.
It had all happened in the blink of an eye. One moment he was on his feet, arms full of file boxes. The next, he was on the floor with a body on top of him and papers fluttering to the ground around them like snowflakes.
He blinked up at a pair of eyes that were nearly as wide as his own - his face was buried in the soft, round cushion of her bossom, nose and mouth smothered indecently against her chest.
Germaine, flustered, did his best to make the most of it - but it only ended in even more awkward and indecent placement of frantic hands .
ow. OW. She really wasn’t used to running into walls. Which was what it felt like she’d done. She found herself sprawled over someone who …welp…was groping her ass and had gone cleavage-diving. If she didn’t know it was an accidental run-in, she’d be smacking the shite out of …whoever it was.
"Ah. Sorry…are you alright? " She pushed herself up and sat on the man’s middle. "Germaine?? Oh, I am so sorry. Can….can you please take your hands off my arse?"
"Off your?… OH!! " His hands flew up and into the air as far away from her bottom as he could get them in a show of horrified embarrassment. "I’m sorry!! Sorry! SORRY Sorry SORRY!! I was just trying to h… help you up!! "
His bright green eyes were sharply contrasted against the flush of artificial color on his cheeks.
She put her hands up too, and grinned. ”It’s alright, luv! Shhh. Shh….just…stay still, let me get up, and I’ll help you collect this mess.”
She carefully rolled off him and got to her knees. ”I’m so sorry, my thoughts were really elsewhere. You’re not hurt are you?” She started to collect the closest sheafs of paper, and sort them into a pile.
Anyil smiled. “I’m looking forward to it, seeing the lands Ama described with my own eyes. I’ve never had a chance to go back there, and,” she paused and threw an arm around her friend, “Thank you, so much, for agreeing to come with me. I don’t think I would ever have done this without a friend along. It would be… too much, else.” Despite her words, a smile stayed on her face. “And I’d rather share the joys of discover, n’est-ce pas?”
Hazel grinned and put her arm around Anyil’s waist. ”Hey, I’m delighted that you asked me. More delighted that you’re actually taking a break. I’ve put it on my calendar. Really.” She laughed, just teasing after all.
"Really, I’m tickled to be with you on this…expedition."
Anyil’s smile stayed broad. “Well, we’ll be getting into Saint-Jean-Pied-de-Port early in the day; I figured we’d get our things in the hotel and then go find a nice patisserie to get us started for the day. Even though it’s Sunday, we’re getting in late enough that no one will expect us to go to Mass, though I’d like to next weekend, right before we leave; Ama said the church was very, very old, and went there a few times for big holidays as a girl. Otherwise, we can just explore, get the lay of the land before le marché du lundi. Ama always told me about it, all the people come in from the country… tomorrow will be a good day,” she finished with a grin as they emerged onto the flight deck.
"Sounds good, all of it. And of course we can go to Mass! It’ll be fun. All the days will be great." She held on tight to her pack as the wind whipped around them. They walked to the awaiting QuinJet and boarded up the back ramp, stowing their bags and taking seats.
"If I doze off and snore, just nudge me. Sometimes air travel puts me to sleep if it’s quiet, and I’ve been doing early shifts for the past couple weeks while Henry was on vacation."
He joined in the laughter and grabbed for her swatting hand, then kissed her fingers. “I live to serve, my lady. At least we’re not being exposed to some kind of Spanish Inquisition.” He gave her a shameless grin, then broke into laughter again. “All set for the second half? Refreshed and ready to laugh some more?”
She smooched that shameless grin shamelessly and nodded. ”Aye. Maybe this time my cheeks won’t cramp up so badly.” She put her hands to her face, rubbing her cheeks and flexing her jaw. ”It’s not a bad thing, really. Just…makes for a bit of soreness. But I love laughing myself into it.”
"Oh, aye," he laughed. "You too, huh? But it’s so worth it."
He gave her a squeeze and offered his arm, so he could escort her back to their seats. Damn, but this was the best evening. A show with Hazel, and he’d managed to surprise her with it, too. Cuddling with her when they got back to her siblings’ house would be pure relaxation, and he’d be able to watch over her until tomorrow. This was the most enjoyable trip he could remember taking … ever. No destination, no responsibilities other than to be with her and relax, it had to be what other people meant when they talked about taking a vacation.
The rest of the show was delightful. They laughed until they both were sore. And then laughed more. There were no mercy rules when it came to Monty Python, and this musical was no exception. They leaned on one another as they exited, giggling and blinking against the chilly air.
"Oh my gods. So…oh so very wrong,” she laughed. But so good. Good grief. Thank you!! Thank you, love…this…this day was just perfect. Start to now.”
Are you aware there’s a post-it note stuck to your back?
Hazel stopped and did the usual turning-trying-to-see dance with a grin on her face. ”I had no idea! What does it say?”
"Could you take it off me, please?"
"It says ‘Her Majesty, Empress of Empanadas, Princess of Pancakes and Duchess of Dumplings, Hazel Brompton.’ Someone must be in love with your cooking," she laughed, removing the post-it and offering it to Hazel as a keepsake.
High praise was always good for a bad day afterall.
Hazel laughed and took the small yellow square of paper. ”Thank you…well…it could be lots of people. If it were all Mexican foods, I’d say it was Wilson, though.”
"Well, anyway…I am Hazel. Director of the Food Service Department here. I haven’t met you before, have I?” She offered her hand with a smile.