Skye's heart skips a beat when she opens the doors and sees him standing there. He was taller than she remembered and he wasn't cleanly shaven like he usually is.
"I thought you gave me bad directions." Ward walks in and takes off his cap, smiling when he sees her.
"At least the machine gun didn't start shooting at you." She laughs, but then she sees the cuts on his face as he steps closer. "Hey what happened are you okay?" She almost reaches out and touches his face but she stops herself.
"Yeah, it's just a scratch," Ward tries to take his backpack off and winces, "maybe a broken rib or two though." Skye reaches up and takes his bag from him, concern etched on her face.
"Well let's take you to Simmons and get you cleaned up, and then maybe we can have that drink." Skye looks up at him and smiles. He returns the smile and nods.
Ward finds the food storage and looks up and down the aisles. Seriously no alcohol? What kind of bunk is this with no alcohol? He finally comes across some apple cider and laughs to himself. Well, I guess this will have to do. He grabs the bubbly and two glasses and makes his way towards Skye's room.
He starts thinking about how he is going to get the information he needs out of her without it being awkward or obvious. A pain of guilt washes through him. The thought of manipulating Skye made him sick. What was it about her that made him feel guilty? He had no problem manipulating the rest of the team. But even as that thought went through his head he knew that wasn't even true. He did care about the team, more then he would like to admit to himself. But he knew he would have an easier time getting the information out of May or even Coulson then Skye. Sometimes he wished that Coulson had never even found her, that she would have been left out all of this mess and had a happy life hacking. Free from shield, free from him. He is almost to her door, so he pushes all of these feelings of guilt aside, compartmentalize like Garrett had taught and complete the mission at hand. There is still a pang of guilt in the back of his head as he knocks on her door.
Knock, Knock.
There was no answer for a while then he hears the door handle jiggle and a bright eyed Skye opens the door.
"Hey, I have those drinks." Ward offers a weak smile. Skye laughs and opens her door a little wider letting him in.
"So is there a reason you thought my bedroom would be a good place to have this drinks?" Skye smirks at him. Ward rolls his eyes and sets the drinks down at the coffee table in the middle of the room.
"No, I just thought we could use some privacy. I didn't really want the rest of team around to eavesdrop." He pours the cider into the glasses and hands one to her. She raises her eyebrows at the drink and opens her mouth to make a comment, but Ward cuts her off. "I know, I know, this was all this place had to offer that wasn't orange juice or water." Skye raises her glass and smiles.
"Well then cheers."
They clinked their glasses and sit on the couch. It was silent for a little. Skye was patiently waiting for him to speak, since this whole thing was for him to open up to her. Ward's hands start to sweat. Why was he nervous? He knew what he needed to do and he was ready to say something very Ward like, when the words, "I am not good, Skye" come out of his mouth. Skye clearly just as surprised as he was at what he said, softens her face and reaches for his hand.
"Ward, what are you talking about? You are a good man. A man who has risked his life for this team," she pauses, "for me." He suddenly hates himself. This was wrong he knew it was, but he couldn't betray Garrett who pulled him out of hell, the man gave him a new purpose in life. But Skye gave him a purpose too. He knew he couldn't have her though. She would discover what he has done, who he is and she would hate him. He hated him. But he wanted her, he wanted her so bad. Before he knew it, his lips were on hers.
This kiss was different, not like the first kiss they shared in the closet. There was an urgency behind this kiss, he was desperate for her, for a little taste of her while he could. She senses this because she matches his intensity. Their hands are all over each other. The last thing Ward wants to do is stop, but he knows if he doesn't stop himself now he won't be able to later. He pulls away and looks at her face. Her eyes are wide and look directly into his. Ward leans in and kisses her one last time. It is slow and sweet. He favors every last taste of her. He pulls away and Skye opens her mouth to say something when Ward's phone rings. Ward sighs and reaches over to his phone and looks at the caller i.d., Martin Realve. It was the name Ward had given Garrett in his phone so no one would be suspicious.
"Sorry, I have to take this." Ward gets up and heads towards the door.
"Um, okay", Skye looks at him with slight confusion but lets him go. Ward trying to pretend that the call is no big deal turns around, "Keep drinking, I'll be but 5 minutes, and then we can actually talk." Skye laughs, and Ward steps into the hallway thinking that Skye isn't curious about who he is talking with. He thought he could talk safely in the hallway. But he was wrong.
To be continued.