Title: Marriage Redacted
Chapter 01: Skye
Author: snarkysweetness
Rating: R
Pairings: Skye/Grant, Phil/Melinda, & Antoine/Jemma/Leo
Summary: After a mission goes horribly wrong Grant decides to throw caution to the wind and asks Skye to marry him and they try and fail to keep their marriage a secret from the team or Grant and Skye are idiots who elope in Paris and Coulson is going to kill Ward when he finds out.
Warnings: Mild violence one would expect from spies, talk of sexy times, and Skye curses like a sailor home from leave.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Author's Notes: I don't even know man; I just started writing this out of nowhere and here it is. Thanks to Annie for the title because if you think this is bad the one I had was worse.
"Skye? Skye!"
Skye's head throbbed and her vision swam. She blinked until Grant's face came into focus. "I think our cover's been blown," she muttered.
He closed his eyes with a sigh before smiling. "Yeah, maybe. Come on; we have to get out of here." She closed her eyes and she felt him slapping her awake. "No, stay with me; you hit your head, don't leave me, sweetheart."
Skye fought to keep her eyes open but it was hard, she just wanted to-The scent of copper filled her nostrils and her eyes shot open. "You've been shot." She tried to press her hands into the wound to stop the bleeding but Grant, being the insufferably macho man that he was, simply scooped her into his arms.
"It's nothing," he insisted as an explosion sounded nearby. Oh yeah, their cover had totally been blown. Five days of playing house in this French villa had been for nothing…well, not all for nothing. She'd gotten to pretend to be his wife, that had been nice, plus all of the sex had been pretty fucking amazing. If they had to die at least it was with their last sexual encounter being in a spacious bed instead of in one of their cramped pods on the bus where they had to be quiet.
She buried her face in his neck as the urge to sleep took over once again. Oh man, she'd hit her head hard. Grant dumped her onto the mattress before shoving a gun into her hand. She sat up and fought the dizziness as she reached for the hard drive she'd secured in her bra. Good, still there.
"Okay, we're going to make a run for it. My com's dead but there's a safe house fifty miles north east from here. I've barricaded the door, but they've got the run of the house, we're going to have to jump, can you manage-hey! Skye, look at me."
Grant dropped their pre-packed in-case-of-emergency escape bag onto the floor before taking her face in his hands. "Skye, can you do this?" She nodded and he reached under her dress, slid his hands up her thigh, and emerged with the blade she'd kept holstered there. He pressed a kiss to her temple. "Sorry, sweetheart," he whispered before pressing the tip into her flesh.
Skye yelped in pain but it worked, she was suddenly alert. She shoved him away and kicked off her shoes. She repacked her holsters and ran for the window. She glanced outside. The drop was maybe fifteen feet, nothing she couldn't handle.
"Get back," she instructed when he approached her. She raised her gun and fired two rounds, breaking the glass. She glanced back as the Milieu thugs they'd infiltrated for information pounded on the door before meeting Grant's eyes. "Let's do this, lover," she teased as he took her hand.
They jumped together, landing on their feet and narrowly avoided getting shot. She ran and tossed him the keys before jumping into their escape vehicle. She armed herself with one gun in each hand and hung out the window, firing back. Grant floored the gas and Skye stopped firing once she was out of rounds and the villa disappeared from view.
She threw herself back into her seat with a chuckle before glancing towards her bleeding partner. "So, that isn't the worst vacation we've been on."
He sighed and reached over to take her hand. "Sweetheart, you and I have a very different definition of vacation."
Skye closed her eyes with a smirk. "You know, Nat would have thought this was a blast," she whispered before allowing herself to drift off to sleep.