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She had always wondered what his lips would taste like.
Of course, she'd never admitted it. If you would've asked Skye if she was in love with Agent Grant Ward, she would have gagged on her no and gone into a rant on how annoying he was.
That still didn't stop her from wondering what his lips would taste like late at night. Ward wasn't the type of guy to sweep her off her feet. When she had met Miles, he had seduced her with words of freedom and thoughts of justice. He had drawn her in and made her believe that together they would conquer the world.
Ward just made her feel childish.
She thought she had the world figured out. Rising Tide was the knight on a white horse that would ride in and save everyone from the scary men in black suits with sunglasses. She never fathomed that said men were human beings; people with pasts and ghosts of their own.
They had said their goodnights and gone their separate ways, Ward to deal with his own demons and Skye to fight off the thoughts of his lips. Then, a knock came at her door.
For a moment, Skye thought about ignoring it, but her curiosity got the better of her. Rolling out of bed, not bothering to turn on the lights, she swung open the door dramatically, only to be slammed up against the wall.
Lips were pushed against hers and as her brain tried to process what was going on, she saw light from the hallway illuminate sharp cheekbones and dark hair.
When Ward pulled away, his brown eyes were dark, with lust or pain, she didn't know. She would not let him out of her arms until she knew he was strong enough to carry on.
Slamming her lips against his again, she savored the way his tongue flicked across her mouth. His foot kicked the door shut behind them and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He carried her to the bed and their clothes were discarded in an instant, landing in a crumpled pile on the ground. A shuddering breath escaped her as his skin met hers, burning with a rage that almost frightened her.
His lips tasted like the salt of the ocean, and a storm burned behind his eyes.
It didn't matter that she woke up the next morning to find that he was already gone. It didn't matter that he lead her away from the rest of the team during the next mission to tell her that night was a mistake. The look of surprise on his face almost made her laugh when she let out a soft smile and said,"It's all right."
"Why?" he had asked, confused at her quiet acceptance.
"Because as long as you have that storm inside you, I'll be your lighthouse."