[ he deserves to hear those words himself. he deserves so many things he'll never get because the world isn't fair to people like them. they struggle through the worst pain imaginable so that others won't have to and they never complain about it. they place these burdens upon themselves because why not them? deep down, some part of them thinks they deserve it, even as others tell them they don't.
but she'll tell him. she'll make sure he knows that he's a good man who deserves good things. it may not be with words but she'll make him understand... somehow.
daisy doesn't expect that kiss. for a fleeting moment, she wonders if she imagined it, if her heart is making her mind believe things out of the desperate loneliness that has long sunk its claws into her chest. but his warmth is there, his steady vibration there against her skin, and she forgets how to breathe.
(home has always been a person for daisy johnson. she's been without one for so long; her treacherous heart wonders if she's finally found it again.)
hours pass in seconds before she can do anything. leaning just far enough to the side to be able to turn her head and look at him, her eyes watch his for only a moment before falling to his lips... and then there's no stopping it. those inches between them are crossed so she can press her lips to his, just sensitive skin brushing sensitive skin, a question in response to his invitation. ]
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oh damn, here we go (the icon struggle is real)
but she'll tell him. she'll make sure he knows that he's a good man who deserves good things. it may not be with words but she'll make him understand... somehow.
daisy doesn't expect that kiss. for a fleeting moment, she wonders if she imagined it, if her heart is making her mind believe things out of the desperate loneliness that has long sunk its claws into her chest. but his warmth is there, his steady vibration there against her skin, and she forgets how to breathe.
(home has always been a person for daisy johnson. she's been without one for so long; her treacherous heart wonders if she's finally found it again.)
hours pass in seconds before she can do anything. leaning just far enough to the side to be able to turn her head and look at him, her eyes watch his for only a moment before falling to his lips... and then there's no stopping it. those inches between them are crossed so she can press her lips to his, just sensitive skin brushing sensitive skin, a question in response to his invitation. ]