Disclaimer: I'm just a fan of Agents of SHIELD, playing around with characters and such... If you recognize it, I don't own it. Unfortunately.
A/N: Hello! ... I don't know what else to say. Here's a little something from my archives! (Because it's summer, I'm bored, and I spend most of my time writing ridiculous things.) It's short, but I hope you enjoy. Even if you don't, write a review! It'll help me improve. :)
Skye had an unfortunate habit, and Coulson wasn't sure whether she was aware of it or not. It wasn't entirely unfortunate, of course – at least she had a good singing voice.
(He thought she had a very good singing voice, but you wouldn't catch him saying so.)
It was her turn to put together dinner for the team, and as usual, she had her headphones on and was nodding her head to a beat no one else could hear. Coulson leaned against the doorway, watching her with some amusement. She hadn't noticed him yet, and she was using a carrot as a microphone.
"Skye," May called out as she brushed by him, a couple grocery bags in her hands.
Skye set the carrot down on the cutting board and spun around, trying to act natural. She caught the smirk on Coulson's face as May set the bags down on the island counter, though, and knew that she'd been caught. She gave him a warning glare, and he raised his eyebrows.
"Everything should be in there," May said, as if she hadn't noticed Skye's dancing either.
"Thanks a lot, May," Skye said sincerely, slipping her headphones down around her neck. May gave her a look (Coulson and Skye both knew it was a smile), and stalked back out of the room, only pausing to give Coulson a suspicious glance.
Coulson was too busy giving Skye a suspicious look.
"How did you manage that?" He wondered, asking about May running errands for her. Skye grinned mischievously, shrugged, and turned back toward the carrots, continuing to cut them up into bite-sized pieces.
"I'll never tell," She said, giving him a look over her shoulder before slipping her headphones back on. Coulson smiled a little and shook his head, wondering where she got the gall to be so coy, lately.
And he was pretty sure she'd been flirting with him, too, and often. Not that he minded, but… he tried to maintain a professional relationship between the two of them.
"Oh, get real, Coulson. Since when have the two of you ever been professional about your relationship?" May's voice was haunting his ears, and he frowned slightly. He was uncomfortable because he knew she was right.
"Stacy's mom, has got it going on…" Skye murmured under her breath, nodding her head to the beat, and Coulson looked back toward her quickly, wondering if he had heard her correctly.
"What are you listening to?" He asked Skye carefully, stepping toward her. She glanced at him and grinned before returning her eyes to the cutting board.
"Early 2000's, I know, AC. It's a guilty pleasure." She shrugged, talking over her music, he guessed, but she did a good job of not shouting.
"'Guilty pleasure'?" He wondered, staring at her in curiosity, leaning against the island counter.
"Hmm," She said thoughtfully, as if she were speaking to herself, except loud enough that he could hear her, "Maybe that's not the best choice in lyrics…" She trailed off as she moved toward the skillet simmering on the stove and dumped the carrots in.
He smiled. Her stir-fry was one of his favourites.
He was pulled out of his thoughts when he felt her eyes on him, and he looked back at her. Was she – she was … eyeing him.
He swallowed, and folded his arms across his chest. She made a show of reaching around him for the grocery bag, definitely encroaching his personal space, but he didn't dare move. She eyed him up and down slowly before turning around and digging through the bag.
He stared at her with wide eyes. He'd better leave, now, before he did something very unprofessional.
"Stacy's dad, has got it really bad…" She sang, not quite under her breath anymore, and he coughed.
He got out of there before hearing the rest of her song.
Song: "Stacy's Mom" - Fountains of Wayne