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AN another late entry for Skyeward month, yay(I am a creature of habit) day fours prompt was smut, and since I am not yet comfortable writing that(who knows maybe I will be in the future...) it's pretty light in those terms, so I'd say it's more romance with some light smut... Anyways please continue to read and review, I really like hearing your thoughts!

Coulson had sent them on an undercover mission together, and for the most part it had gone well, apart from the injuries Ward had sustained. He had insisted he was fine, but his face and clothes were bloodstained, his face was pale and he could barely walk.

"Come on Robot, let's get you out of here so I can patch you up." skye said as she swung his arm around her shoulders. They make it to the car and drive to the hotel they are staying at. She opens the door to their room and guides him towards one of the beds, pushing him down until he is sitting on the edge.

"Wait here while I get the medical supplies." She says softly.

She leaves and he can hear her rummaging around in the bathroom. She comes back her arms full of the appropriate supplies. She takes a wash cloth and dips it in a bowl of water, lightly shaking off the excess water before bringing it slowly up to his face. She begins to scrub at the dried blood on his face and he winces.

"Sorry" she says as she pulls the cloth away, she brings it to his face again and starts to clean in again this time gentler, the water is warm and he can't help himself as he leans into her touch, every so often she dips the cloth back into the water to clean it off. After she is done with his face she begins to tug at the hem of his shirt.

"Relax Ward, I'm just going to treat your wounds." She says, so he pulls it off.

His right shoulder bares a nasty bruise, his arms are covered in small cuts and bruises and a large and jagged cut runs across his chest. She sets to her work once again being extremely gentle as she cleans his wounds. It's rhythmic and almost relaxing, he wants to just close his eyes and drift off, but he can't he's too focused on the angelic women before him. It's obvious she can feel his stare because she says

"What are you looking at?"

"Nothing," he replies "you're just so..."

"So,what?" She asks.

"So beautiful" he finishes his voice raspy.

He sees a blush rise to her checks and she says "I think you might have gotten hit on the head a little to hard there agent Ward."

"No, you really are beautiful."

"Thanks" she replies by then she's done cleaning and moves on to the ointment to treat his cuts. The ointment is cold at first, but he soon adjusts. Her hands are soft, graceful and gentle as she rubs the ointment on. After that she moves on to the bandages, covering the most severe of his injuries, like the cut that runs across his chest, and a cut that travels up his cheek. She gives him the once over look making sure she took care of everything, before giving a slight nod.

"I'm not as good as Jemma, but it'll do." She says. She picks up the supplies and sets them on the bed stand.

"I guess I'll let you rest." She says as she starts to get up , he grabs her wrist gently and pulls her back.

"Is something wrong?" She says.

"No, I just wanted to thank you"

"You're welcome"

They are extremely close, their faces inches apart. His hands come up and cup the sides of her face, his thumbs gently caressing her cheeks, they're looking at each other so intensely. He brings her closer alining their lips and finally closes the distance between them kissing her. The kiss starts off sweet, but slowly begins to get more passionate. His tongue asks for entrance and she gives it to him, their tongues battling for dominance. His hands weave into her hair, and her hands weave in to his hair. She rises up and swings her legs around him so she's straddling his waist. He let's out a moan, and pulls her closer so their chests are pressed together. Her hands are running down the expanse of his bare chest, she's cautious though so she doesn't hurt him. He pulls away from the kiss, and hears her whine a little, he gives a slight chuckle and kisses the tip of her nose before moving to her neck and begins slowly leaving a trail of kisses down it.

His hands move to her over -shirt, and slide it off so she is left in a blank tank top, he presses kisses into her shoulder, and pauses for a moment, before sliding the straps of her tank top down her arms. She lifts the so he can take it off. He obliges. The rest of their clothes come off pretty quickly, and before he knows it he's staring at the beautiful, perfect naked form of Skye. He lifts her chin and begins kissing her again. He feels himself falling back and pulls her with him, until he lands on his back on the bed. He flips the over and supports himself on his arms so he's hovering above her. Their eyes meet again.

"Skye," he whispers "are you sure this is what you want, if you feel like we're rushing into things..."

She shakes her head and raises her hand to bring his lips back to hers, she pulls away.

"Yes Grant, I want this, I want you, I trust you and I love you..."

He freezes for a moment, upon hearing the words that no one as ever told him before.

"You what?"

"I love you" she repeats.

He smiles, "I love you too Skye..." and with that he kisses her once more...

It's later and they are now resting together,after making love, her head on his chest and arms wrapped around his waist and his arms wrapped around her his chin resting on her head.

"Stay here with me in my bed tonight?" He asks

"Always" she replies.