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You’re walking down the hallway through SHIELD, trying to concentrate on organizing the heavy set of folders in your arms. You’re not really paying attention to where you're going, so when an arm reaches from behind a doorway and grabs your arm, you squeak and drop all your folders. The hand pulls you into a file room, closing the door behind you. You glance up in surprise, barely registering who it is before a mouth descends upon yours. You recognize the familiar lips and scent, melting into the kiss. When he breaks away, all that’s holding you up are his hands around your waist and your hands wrapped firmly around his tie and jacket lapel.

You look up into Phil’s eyes, smiling when his nose brushes against yours.

“How’s your day going?” he asks quietly, his voice still deep and husky from the kiss.

“Better,” you say a little breathlessly.

Then you pull back, looking around the file room. Someone left an abandoned cup of coffee on a desk and a stack of papers so tall, you are briefly worried a person might be hiding behind them.

Phil notices your glance. “Don’t worry. No one’s in here,” He pulls you closer again.

You grin. “Isn’t this a little juvenile? Kissing in a hidden room at work?”

Phil starts kissing your neck, making you giggle like a school girl. "Does it matter?" He mumbles between kisses.

You shrug, lifting his head to bring his lips back to yours. "Not really," you laugh, kissing him deeply.

It isn't long before Phil's jacket is on the floor and his tie is loose around his neck. His hands grip your hips tightly and you start to back into the desk, when you hear a crash, breaking you both out of your love-struck stupor. Phil pulls you away from the desk, where you had not only knocked over the large stack of papers, but also the cup of coffee. Fortunately, the papers are unharmed and the liquid drips down the side of the desk, onto the linoleum floor. You and Phil are silent for a moment before you break out laughing, like silly immature children.

After a few minutes of laughing, you sigh. "I guess we had better pick all this up."

Phil straightens his tie, kneeling down to start cleaning the mess. "I guess so."

You work on the coffee, grabbing copious amounts of tissues and mopping it up. When you finally finish, Phil has the stack of papers looking like they did before. You pick Phil's jacket off the floor, brushing it clean and handing it to him. He pulls it back on, never breaking eye contact with you as he buttons it. Then he reaches for your hands, tugging you toward him. He looks down at them, rubbing his thumbs over your palms. He places a kiss on one, then the other.

"I guess we'll have to choose a better hideout," you smile. It isn't easy being married to a SHIELD agent. You snatch all the moments together that you can get.

"Next time I'm thinking we should just take it to the bedroom," Phil grins mischievously.

You shake your head at his comment, pecking his lips. "Or a better file room," you smirk, winking.