The smell of onions browning in a pan lured Skye from her bunk. Quietly she walked through the empty corridors of the BUS to slip onto one of the stools that line the kitchen bench. FitzSimmons were in their lab playing with some piece of equipment they picked up a few hours ago, Coulson was in his office doing whatever he does in there and May was piloting the plane, so it felt like a ghost town.
Placing her elbows on the bench and resting her hear in her hands she inhaled. 'Smells good, are you making dinner?' Skye asked Ward, who had his back to her, occasionally stirring the pan on the hot plate. 'Yes Skye, I am making beef ragu.' Ward replied rather cooly. He has heard her attempt at sneaking up on him but stayed quiet, hoping she would either let him know what she wanted, or go away. 'Do you want any help? I could chop up something or whatever.' she replied.
'ahh… yeah, if you wouldn't mind, could you chop up the tomatoes and celery.'
'sure thing, super chef' she smiled to herself as he passed her the knife.
Depositing her chopped goods into the pan with the onions, Skye leaned back, facing Ward, with hands either side on her gripping the counter watching him move the vegetables around. 'Do you want to try some?' he asked her once he had added the liquids to make ragu saucy. Tilting her head to meet his eyes she nodded her head with a smile on her face. Ward reached behind him for a spoon and scooped some out of the pan for Skye. Still watching him, Skye leaned forward and opened her mouth, where Ward delivered the most delicious tasting sauce she had ever had the pleasure of trying.
Removing the spoon from Skye's mouth Ward heard an excitable moan escape her, and an expression of pure delight appear across her face. 'That good huh?' he asked. However, all he got for a response was a nod and another moan. Moving to hoist herself up to sit on the bench, Skye requested that Ward try some of his concoction, 'have you tried this yet? you have to try it' closing her eyes as if reliving the experience and savouring it 'it is incredible.' Ward abandoned the pan and moved to place his hands either side of her hips as she gushed over his cooking. He looked deep into her eyes with an amused smile on his face, while nodding and taking the spoon back in hand and trying it for himself. Leaning in to face her again, now standing just between her knees he quietly confirmed her acclimations 'it is quite delicious.' Skye suddenly realising how close they were noticed he had a small slash or sauce around the corner of him mouth and moved her right hand to get it. Ward, watching her as she wiped it away with her thumb, took her wrist in his hand and sucked off the sauce from her finger. Skye drew in a shaky breath and leaned forward to have her lips meet his in a hesitant kiss. Grant relinquished Skye's wrist, which wound its way over his shoulder and around his neck. Grant's hand came to rest on her hip and the other moved to cup her cheek. The kiss grew deeper and more passionate. They both had denied the attraction for so long, and only now were giving into it. It was Ward who pulled away first, having to check the sauce, which was still bubbling away on the stove beside them, although as they continued to cook the teams dinner, he would lean in and claim her lips every so often.