A/N: Hey! So this little collection of oneshots will all be non-connected, just ways for me to fill my Bobbi crackship heart. We're staring off with MorseCode, aslso known as Bobbi/Skye. Stick around for the ride, and as this collection of one-shots grows, feel free to jump around the chapters if you're curious!

Disclaimer: All rights go to their proper owners, I own nothing.

Bobbi was resilient. She could hold up under great stress and agony, could muscle through pain.

She couldn't hold her own against Skye, apparently.

There'd been a kiss, a number of kisses, one night, and a very distinct almost. That was a few weeks ago. For the most part, Bobbi was able to pretend that nothing happened, act the consummate professional. But there were moments were her will was very strongly tested.

There was one day, for instance, where the girls' laundry got all mixed up at the playground and Skye ended up with Bobbi's Star Wars shirt. And actually wore it around the base all day. She'd initially thought that Bobbi would be angry at her for wearing at it but Bobbi was just hit with this weird longing and all of these feelings she hadn't been prepared to feel.

She did her own laundry after that.

Now, they were on a mission and paired up. Bobbi could do that. They were undercover, though. And Skye had only packed warm tactical gear, not warm civilian clothes. She had pants and the right shoes, but that was about it. Bobbi dug through her stuff and found a sweater for Skye to wear.

"Here, put this on. We have to head out. Coulson and May are already on the move."

"Okay, gimme a sec."

Skye pulled the sweater on and fixed her hair. It fit her just fine…except for the length. It was a little long on her torso but noticeable longer on her arms. She had sweater paws, basically. She looked a little too adorable for Bobbi's own good. At least their mark would never except she was a lethal agent and superpowered Inhuman.

Bobbi realized she was staring and focused on loading her gun. She had a thing for Skye wearing her clothes, she realized. Really, of all the things she had to be weak for, she had to be weak for that?

"I look like a small child in this sweater," Skye muttered as they left the safe house.

"You look fine."

"Mhm, sure."

Bobbi rolled her eyes. "You do. Stop fishing for compliments. You look all sorts of adorable, it's kind of aggravating, actually," she said. Skye raised her eyebrows, like Bobbi had given her exactly what she wanted. Bobbi shook her head. She knew what Skye wanted to hear. And maybe giving it to her wasn't smart, but what was she supposed to do?

They found their mark and started tailing him, talking only about the mission for a while, thankfully. But Bobbi should've known Skye wouldn't let her off easy.

"I have my own version, too, you know," she said.

Bobbi furrowed her brow. "What?"

"Seeing me in your clothes does something for you. I've got my own version of that," Skye said. She smiled, quickening her pace to keep up with Bobbi. "I get it when I see you training, and your training clothes and those escrima sticks."

Bobbi shot her a look. How did she figure out the clothes thing? Then her mind realized what Skye was saying. "Really? The sparring does it for you?"

Skye smiled mischieviously, but she did look a little embarrassed. "Yeah. What can I say, Morse, you pull off a good high ponytail, and you kick major ass."

Bobbi could not believe they were doing this now, on a mission. Oh, sure, this wouldn't be the first time she was genuinely flirting with someone on a mission but she'd been so good lately. They turned a corner, and Bobbi kept her eye trained on the mark.

"I know we haven't talked about our Almost Night…" she said.

"Understandable."

"Maybe we should. When we get back to our safe house."

"Yeah we can talk. But first I'm gonna have to get out of your clothes."

Bobbi grinned, looking at Skye for a second before focusing on their mission again. She could be amenable to that.

A few hours after their tail was captured and delivered to Coulson, and just a little after their Almost became Real, Bobbi leaned against the headboard of the bed, watching Skye slip one of her shirts over her head.

"You're making a habit of wearing my clothes."

Skye shrugged and gave a small smile. "I thought you liked it?"

"I do." She sat up further, resting her arms on her knees. "And I liked this a lot. I just don't want to be doing something foolish."

Skye climbed onto the bed, scooting closer to Bobbi. "Look I may be impulsive, and sarcastic and I make jokes when things are serious to break the tension, but I am responsible, you know. Believe it or not I wouldn't be doing this if I thought it was foolish," she said. Her smile widened. "I mean you're hard to resist but you're not that hard to resist."

Bobbi laughed, and then leaned forward to kiss Skye. When they pulled apart, she reached forward to fiddle with the fabric of her shirt that Skye was wearing. "I don't understand why this drives me so crazy. I'm a trained killer and I can't handle you in my clothes," she shook her head.

"Well, I am Inhumanly adorable," Skye grinned. She stood up then, slowly drifting towards the bathroom. She stretched her arms, causing the shirt to rise up. "Besides, you should really see yourself after sparring."

She disappeared into the bathroom, leaving Bobbi to sit by herself, laughing a little, wishing Skye was back where she could kiss her, and feeling stupidly happy now that they'd move past their awkward phase of Almost.