Sorry if these are a bit random - They're each 100 words, and were written to fill very specific prompts. But I love this pairing, and there isn't enough of it out there. I definitely want to write more of them, so if you have any ideas or prompts please leave them as reviews or PM me. Thanks!
"Oh, gosh." Skye pinched the bridge of her nose, glaring at Fitz. "You reek."
He huffed unhappily. "Well, that's only to be expected after one is forced to wade knee-deep in refuse. In the sweltering heat. It was repugnant. And she," he jerked one thumb over his shoulder to point at Simmons, "was far too cheerful the entire time. How can I be expected to work with someone who hums showtunes while digging through garbage?"
Skye tried valiantly not to smile. "Did you find what you were looking for?"
He immediately brightened. "No, but I did find some cool arrowheads."
"Do you actually have any idea what you're doing?"
Skye scoffed and continued to dab at Fitz's face. "Of course I do. This needs to be cleaned, so I'm cleaning it."
"So, no." He winced and pulled back. "Do you think it's going to scar?"
She scrutinized the side of his face. "Maybe. But the ring imprint should fade."
"Good." He shifted uncomfortably as she continued her ministrations. Finally she held up a mirror. "See? It's going down already. It'll just be a tiny scar."
He nodded thoughtfully. "Not too tiny, though. I want it to be rugged. And masculine."
If Leo Fitz were ever asked to choose what he loved most about Skye, he would have a difficult time choosing between the fact that she blasts Billy Joel records at top volume while making breakfast and that she can never fasten her own necklaces, so she always asks him to help. He loves how she somehow makes him feel terrified and comfortable and crazy all at once. But right now he thinks that the thing he loves most might be the not-so-simple fact that she's breathing and that the internal bleeding has finally stopped. He loves that she's alive.