Skyeward one shots! Might update. (i'm not done with season two yet so no spoilers please!)
Skye had not had a great day.
First, she had failed to escape when held at gunpoint by Ward, her S.O. for training, Then he decided it was okay to make her beat him in hand to hand combat, which only left her with bloody nose and a very bruised butt. It was not amusing.
(And she didn't beat him)
Now she sits in her room watching her favorite movie, Big Hero 6.
It's so cute and adorable.
Someone knocks on her door.
"Hey." Ward says. "You want to play a card game?"
She presses a button and the door closes in his face.
"You're not still mad about today, are you? I mean, you have to practice and it's not like it was my fault you got your ass kicked."
"Not helping!"
"Come out, or I'm coming in."
Skye was about to open the door when he let himself in
"JESUS CHRIST WARD! I COULD HAVE BEEN NAKED!"
"Well I saw you five seconds ago and you weren't. Besides, it wouldn't have been so bad if you had been." He rolls his eyes.
She narrows her eyes. "Are you flirting with me, Grant Ward?"
He shrugs. "Maybe."
"You're drunk aren't you."
"Nope." He stumbles a bit as if to enforce her point.
"Yes you are. But I don't really care. That means you'll be easier to undress."
"Are you flirting with me?"
"Maybe." She says, repeating his words.
She winks at him as she walks out of the room, gesturing for Ward to follow.
He does.
They settle down for a game of cards.
And a few glasses of brandy.
Ward is completely drunk by the time it's midnight, and Skye is only Mostly drunk.
They're sprawled out on the couch, talking.
"So are you single?" Skye asks.
"Yeah." he looks at her.
"Good. I want to fuck you so bad right now."
"Then do." He giggles.
She leans over to kiss him, and he kisses her back.
"God I have wanted to do this ever since I met you. I just kind of wish I was sober."
"Whatever." Ward kisses her harder.
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Fitz-Simmons crouches int he doorway watching Skye and Ward kiss.
Simmons giggles. "Well it's about time!"
"Are we just going to ignore that they're totally drunk and aren't going to be able to do anything tomorrow and Coulson is gong to kill them?"
"Yes!" She giggles harder. "Oooh this should have happened so long ago!"
He rolls his eyes.
"Classic Simmons."
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Ward picks her up and carries her to his room down the hall.
After many hours of unspeakable things, a very drunk Skye lays next to a very drunk Ward and sleeps, curled against him.
No one woke them up for the next day's mission, and they slept until the next day, in which they were both plagued by horrible hangovers.
Neither ever got drunk again.