See I told you I was obsessed. Hope you guys like it.
I hope to add more to them. I like keeping the rare pairings alive.
Enjoy...
Ward and May were still drinking as he descended from his office. In fact May had already poured him a shot and extended it out to him before his foot had even come off the last step.
"Am I that obvious?"
"This is as comforting as I get." she replied.
Ward saluted silently and downed his own. Coulson took the bottle from May and poured himself another shot but held it in his hand.
"Want to talk about it?" she asked surprisingly gentle.
"Nope."
"You're thinking it was a mistake." Ward mumbled staring at his empty glass.
"Which part?" May asked the two men.
"All of it, none, I'm not sure." Coulson answered putting down the full glass.
"That she liked me," Ward said and drank Coulson's shot. "She likes you. I saw it." He said reaching for the bottle sitting in front of the team leader.
"Ok, enough," May said and pulled the bottle from the drunk agent. "Come on let's get you to bed."
"I may be drunk but that doesn't make what I said untrue." Ward said and with that last cryptic remark Agent Ward allowed Agent May to guide him to his room.
"She does, you know." May said as she steered the drunken younger man through the door.
"I'm the closest thing she has to a parent. Of course she likes me," Coulson replied sarcastically. "And I just grounded her, I'm sure she likes me even more right at this moment."
"I don't do pity either." She halted just outside the door leading out to the rest of the plane to get a better hold on the slipping Ward. "Ask her, then you'll know if we're right."
"Right about what?" Skye asked hearing the tail end of their conversation.
"You decided to stay," he pointed to the gleaming silver bracelet.
"How could I refuse, besides we had to have our first fight sometime."
"Skye," he said warningly.
"Just a joke, relax." She stole his glass and poured herself a double. She drank it quickly then shut her eyes as the liquid burned its way down her throat.
"This is not appropriate," he said taking the emptied glass from her hand.
"You're right, good whiskey shouldn't burn like that." She picked up the bottle and studied it. "What kind of cheap crap is this? As soon as we land, we are doing a beer run and getting quality liquor."
"Skye," he said seriously but the grin she threw at him was contagious and he found himself smiling right back at her. "We aren't supposed to drink on the job."
She filled his glass and pressed it into his hand. "We won't but we do live here. So we're bound to have some downtime and then we can."
He drank his shot and handed it back to her. She filled it, drank it and poured him one. He drank it handed it back and repeated the action a few more times until the bottle, which had been more than ¾ full, was now almost empty.
"We should stop." He said barely slurring.
"We should but then we'd leave a little bit at the bottom and what's the fun of that?" she said slurring and swaying heavily into him.
"I think we've drank enough." He got up and the room swam a little. "More than enough."
"I don't think so," she said and fell forward. He caught her and she grinned. "See you're still sober and very serious." Her hand squeezed his cheeks and pushed his mouth into a pucker. "Smile."
"Come on let's get you to bed."
"Oooh, I didn't know this was where this was going." She replied and snagged the bottle off the bar and drank the last of it before he could stop her.
He said nothing else as he carried her to her room and she seemed content to basically rest against his chest. "Whatcha thinking?"
"Hmmm."
"You're awfully quiet. Am I gonna get in trouble for this? Cause if I am it was worth it. You're very fun when you drink."
He opened her door and settled her into bed, "you will not get in trouble but you will be very sorry in the morning. I guarantee that."
"What were you gonna ask me?" she said sitting up and pulling him down to sit with her.
"Later."
"No, now. I'll forget in the morning. I always forget when I drink like this."
"If you like me."
"Of course." She replied without a thought.
"Nice to know." He replied and tucked her in. "Goodnight Skye."
"Wait!" she stumbled from the bed and into his surprised grasp. "Do you like me?"
He smoothed back her hair and placed a kiss on her forehead. "Yes."
She drew back and admired him; "you look nice when you really smile." She then threw her arms around his neck and kissed him full on the mouth. "I like you more than you know, Phil," she whispered against his lips.
He nodded dumbly and she let him go. He watched as she slipped back into the bed and only then did he leave her room and head for his, wondering how he was supposed to look at her tomorrow without wanting to pull her aside and kiss her for real.
If he was lucky, she'd forget like she said and he could blame his lack of discipline on the drinking. If not he better make sure to take inventory and see how much whiskey they really had left.
Phil Coulson had a feeling that he was going to need a lot of liquid courage to deal with Skye.