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Author's Note: Well, well, well. I have no clue how to write smut but this was literally the best song for smut! Ugh, I'm upset and disappointed in myself too. *Sighs deeply* I hope you enjoy anyways and you wouldn't believe how much I enjoyed writing this.

But fair warning (and kind of spoilers) shirts do come off... *Smiles like the Cheshire cat*

[Fairytale AU] [Fantasy/Romance] [T]

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'Before her love I was cruel and mean,

I had a hole in the place where my heart should have been

But now I've changed,

And it feels so strange

I come alive when she does all those things to me'

~Raspberries

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This wasn't supposed to happen, is all Ward thinks as he vigorously shoves his belongings into bags. He collects his things from the inn room as he's deep in thought. He is grateful she'll alright and all, but not this way. He's a traitor, a lying bastard that doesn't deserve her, he doesn't deserve Skye.

Months ago, that witch Lorelei had put Skye under a sleeping curse. Coulson became so desperate to save her, he recruited Grant Ward all people to help with the witch hunt. They tirelessly searched for Lorelei, and when they finally found her, she told them that the sleeping curse can be only be lifted by true love's kiss.

The problem was that after Ward betrayed the team and sold them to the Royal Army, Skye started to have a guarded heart. Lincoln, one of her team mates, was hopelessly in love with her. He already tried to kiss her, but she was still fast asleep.

But Coulson refused to give up, he believed that there must be another way. So they raided every forbidden library, consulted all of the land's greatest sorcerers for answers. But a few months later, they still came up empty handed.

Since Ward helped with the search, Coulson agreed to let him go free. But he felt like he had to visit Skye on last time. He walked into a small room, containing only a bed, a window and Skye. Ward felt a little bad for still admiring her beauty in her sleeping state. She looked so peaceful, with her chest rising up with every breath and not an ounce of tension in her body. She looked like a princess, but he was no prince or knight in shining armor.

Then it happened, he thought that it was the only way to say goodbye. Ward leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, his lips barely brushed against on soft skin. Ward sighed, taking the sight of her in one last time before turning to leave. He was almost out the door when he heard a weak voice peep up from behind and cut the silence like a knife. Ward turned to meet Skye's gaze, staring at him with the same confusion that was written all over his face.

"Ward?" she asked, pushing herself up from the small bed.

"I—I," Ward quickly glanced behind him, before taking a step back. "I'm sorry," he muttered before exiting the room quickly.

Now he is here, leaving his past life for good. Maybe he'll actually move on, start a new life, a life that isn't tainted by lies and betrayal. Maybe he'll find himself living as a merchant the rest of his days, or as a farmer in the quite part of the land. His path is unsure, but it one that he has to take.

Ward throws one of his bags over his shoulder and carries the heavier one in his other hand. He turns to the door, sighing before turning the handle. When he opens the door, and meets Skye's doe eyes. She's dressed in the same fitted leather vest, white blouse and dark pants with laced boots that she was wearing when he last saw her. She has her hand raised into a fist, as if she was about to knock.

Ward does his best to hind his panicked expression. This was the last thing he wanted.

"Skye…" he has no words, no idea what to say to her.

"You're leaving, huh?" she asks, taking a step inside. There's this look on her face, it's almost like disappointment. But he turns that thought away, why would she be disappointed?

Ward can't produce words, nothing that won't pain him to say, so he simply nods.

She takes a deep breath. "So after you found out that you're my true love and you're now leaving? You're not even going to say goodbye?" The look she's giving him is too much, so he turns away.

"I can't stay," his words are barely audible. In a perfect world this wouldn't end this way. Ward would like nothing more than to be selfish, to hold on to her and never let go, but he couldn't hurt her again.

"Why?" her voice sounds broken, he can practically hear the tears form in her eyes. "It's because you don't love me, isn't it?"

He reacts quickly to her words. "No…" Ward trails off once he meets her gaze. Skye's eyes are red and a little puffy, she squints to try and hold back the tears. It's a reaction he doesn't expect from someone who hates his guts.

"You're mad that you're my true love, right?" she asks. She isn't going to let him leave without answers, right? Ward might as will tell her the truth. He did say that he would never lie to her again. It's a promise that he might end up regretting, but will stay true to. Ward looks down at the ground.

"Furious," is his only response.

"If it's true, look me in the eye and say it!" Skye yells. Ward tries to lock down his emotions and looks her in the eye.

"I'm furious," he repeats, calling to his training, keeping his voice steady and burying his emotions deep under his skin.

Skye turns her back to him, but remains in the room. She drops her head. "So—so what you're saying is—is what we almost had, was another lie?"

"No," Ward reaches out to place his hand at her shoulder, but decides against it and pauses. "It's nothing like."

"So what is it!? One second you tell me that you care me, and the next moment you tell me that you don't. What it is?!" she demands, clenching her fist. Ward sighs.

"I," Ward turns his head, taking a breath before continuing. "I don't want to be your true love because you deserve so much better than me. You deserve the perfect man, someone who is truthful and—and caring. I'm none of those. I'm not a good man Skye…"

There is a moment of sheer silence. Ward has no idea what she is going to do, or what is on her mind. Did he say something wrong? Was that not what she wanted to hear?

Ward is suddenly pulled out of his thoughts when she touches the side of his face gently, move his head to face her.

Skye smiles weakly, still recovering from her tears. "What about my opinion? I don't need the perfect man, that would get boring." she lets out a small laugh before continuing.

"You've made mistakes but I have too. My mistake was being bitter about what you did. It was never your fault." Skye places a hand at his shoulder, "I want someone who looks out for me, who helps me grow as a person and who loves me no matter what." She swallows. "I—I want you, because you are a good man, Grant."

Ward is shocked at her words and doesn't know how to exactly respond. But before he can say anything Skye suddenly leans up and presses her lips against his. Its brief, nothing more than a mere peck on the lips, but it's like a spark of lightning. She moves back to the heels and blindly closes the door.

"I'll always be here as long as you'll have me," Skye smirks with promise of what's yet to come.

A soon as the door closes, her lips are on his again. The way her lips lock with his makes Ward remembers just how much he's been longing for this since the few kisses they shared before his betrayal. All that lust, all that desire that was built up and locked away is now being made up for the time they lost.

He drops his bags carelessly at his sides, and pulls Skye closer. Ward's hands slide down the side of her body until he grips her waist. Skye leans up, cupping his face with her hands. Her lips part further and he responds by pushing her against the door. Ward takes her hands in his and pins them above her head. He disconnects their lips, and looks at her for a split second before leaning towards her. Ward leaves kisses down the side of her neck. "Grant." Skye moans, arching her back off of the door.

When Ward reaches the hem of her shirt he pauses. Skye—becoming frustrated with the lost of contact—slips her hands of out his grasp, cups his cheeks and proceeds to kiss him passionately. His tongue brushes her lower lip, begging for more, which she happily grants to him.

"Bed," she whispers against his lips.

Ward pulls back for a moment. "Are you sure?"

"Grant Douglas Ward, I swear, if you say anything else about how you're not good enough for me, I'll walk out of here right now, and you'll have to wait." Skye crosses her arms as she looks up with him. "And neither of us wants that." Now he knows she's dead serious.

"Well," he scoops his up in his arms. Skye giggles at the sudden move. "We can't have that." Ward leans into another feverish kiss.

He carries her over to the bed and lays her down gently. Once her back in on the bed she grabs him by the hem of his shirt and pulls him down into a kiss. Ward climbs on to the bed and hovers above her.

Skye then flips him over and settles on his hips. Ward snickers. "I don't think I taught you that move for this."

Skye runs her hands down Ward's chest. "But aren't you glad that you did?"

"Very," Ward replies as he leans up to give her a quick peck before lying back down onto the mattress. Skye flashes a seductive smile at Ward as she makes quick work of her belt and vest. Ward is unable to tear his gaze away from her blouse, as its thin fabric outlines her figure. He reached up, dragging his hands down her sides. She bends to kiss him again, hard and fully, while running her hands down his shirt.

Once reaching the bottom of this shirt, Skye slips her hands underneath to admire his toned torso. She sits back up and helps him pull his shirt over his head. Smirking, she grabs the shirt in one hand and throws it carelessly behind her while her other hand traces the ridges of his abs.

Ward shamelessly takes advantage of her near still state and flips her over on her back. He plants both of his hands on either side of her head and leans in so they're a breath away. "Do you how long I've dreamt of this?"

"Well here's your chance to make your dreams a reality," she says seductively.

And that's exactly what he does.

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When Ward wakes up, everything is perfect. The morning sun shines through the window, there is the faint sound of birds chirping and they're a warm body snuggled against his. He feels more content and calm as he has ever felt. It's almost like a dream. Ward wishes that he could stay like this forever and ignore the outside world for a while.

Then suddenly, reality takes effect.

Ward flinches, the memories from all throughout last night rush back to him. He remembers waking her up with true love's kiss, Skye coming to find him, them talking and she kissing him which then lead to more, but was it a mistake? Was it just for the spur of the moment? Were they just being impulsive? Did she actually trust him?

Will he just hurt her again?

Skye shifts in his arm. It's just the slightest movement, but it causes Ward to tense up.

A moment passes, in which Grant stays completely still, remaining too scare to move, too afraid to breathe, in case it wakes her. He's torn between staying and facing possible heartbreak and trying to leave and facing possible heartbreak. "Grant?" Skye breaks the silence, she turns to face him. "Are you alright?"

He blurts out, "It's just that—are you sure—"

Skye smiles, "I told you; I'll be here as long as you'll have me," Skye interrupts, giving him a quick kiss on the nose. Ward squints at the contact. "Don't ever forget that." Skye laughs then curls up against him. He melts into her embrace.

"Thank you," Ward whispers into her ear.

Skye looks up at him. "Thank you for what?"

He could go on about why he's thanking her; for understanding, for forgiving him, for the amazing sex. The list of reasons is so long that he could practically write a book about why he's thanking her, but he ends up replying, "For giving me a second chance."

Skye smirks. She moves to straddle his lap. Then she sits up, letting the sheets fall from her body, exposing her bare figure to him.

"Maybe you can remind me how thankful you are,"

Ward chuckles. "We'll have to make this quick, we'll be kicked out of this room soon. But don't worry. Later when we're alone, I plan on making this a daylong event."

The smile playing at her lips widens, "'Sounds perfect." She then leans down into another kiss.