A/N: Um, so the thing is I grossly overestimated the time I had to write this - not to mention not calculating real life and other writing-inhibiting factors in -, so here I am, on Christmas day, my scheduled day, and I don't have the story ready. Out of the eight chapters planned, as I'm writing this, I have two done, but I swear I'm going to do my best to finish up the other six as well (or, in this case, maybe more, if the audience so wishes).

Anyway, I hope you'll enjoy my little bit of a story, and that you have a wonderful time this holiday season! :)

Diclaimer: [Insert funny text here that tells you I don't own Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.]

2013

Christmas music was playing softly from the Bus's speakers in the lounge, the floor was littered with torn pieces of wrapping paper, Fitz and Simmons were heatedly arguing about how, scientifically speaking, Santa Clause could deliver all the presents in one night (how they got to that, Grant had no idea) with May listening on, and Coulson was suggesting they should bring out some eggnog, even though none of them had had breakfast yet, while Grant sat in one of the cozy armchairs on the side, looking at his teammates–his family–with a content smile on his face.

"Hey, stud," Skye stepped to him, barefoot, her hair a mess, one of his hoodies thrown over her pajamas, but grinning widely. Not caring about their company, she slid into his lap and looped her arms around his neck. "You seriously win the Boyfriend of the Year Award for this stunt, you know that, right?" she asked before giving him a quick kiss.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he teased her when the kiss ended, unconsciously leaning towards her, wanting more. Of course he knew what she meant–it was only a couple of days ago that she told him how much she had been looking forward a real family Christmas with the team, and how she felt bad for still wanting celebrate now, after the fall of S.H.I.E.L.D. So he did the only thing that seemed sensible to him: he made sure she'd have that family Christmas she longed for and got the whole team into the Bus's lounge for Christmas morning.

She flicked his earlobe, making him wince–she knew all of his weaknesses–, and chuckled. "Honestly, you're a piece of work," she said, then kissed him again, this time longer. "Bu I love you."

He cupped her face in his hand and looked into her eyes. "I love you too," he whispered, his voice thick from emotion.

She smirked. "I'm glad to know that." She paused, and ran a finger down his neck, leaving goosebumps in her wake, before leaning closer and whispering into his ear, "And I don't wanna break the party up or anything yet, but I just want to tell you that I have another gift for you, but you really shouldn't open it here."

Suddenly, he couldn't wait to get out of there.