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Here is chapter 4
(Longest chapter yet!)
(I started naming the chapters after the lyrics to the name of the story)


He used his whole body to kiss.

No, he didn't put his hands anywhere remotely out of bounds, his lips didn't even go lower than the collarbone, but he still used his whole body. The way he cradled her head as their lips collided, or how close he held her around the waist, it wasn't just a movement. It didn't seem like it. And his lips, they were warm, they were soft, they were demanding, but they were patient too.

It was like he made up for his lack of people skills and conversations with how he kissed. And it was great.

The teeter-totter was good too, how they moved back and forth like they were battling for something right in front of each other. Plus it also made it seem like a PG-13 lap dance since she was moving over something that was gradually getting harder (but again, it felt great).

She moaned into his mouth when he pulled her closer and downward. His hand gripped her thigh like he wanted to do something more, but wouldn't let himself. He had a way of making sure things were wanted on both ends she adored. Still, his hand moved up to the cut-outs of her dress and she heard a rip before it felt looser.

"Sorry," Grant apologized, breathing heavily as he did, his eyes studying her face.

Skye looked down at the tattered ends of the dress. "Don't care," she mumbled before grabbing him by the back of the neck and pressing their lips together again.

It was addicting, she wanted more, so much more. He made her body feel like it was on fire and butterflies flap in her stomach like she was fourteen again, but she had never felt that at fourteen, or ever before really.

"Skye."

She was heaving from the lack of oxygen. What was with the talking? That was not on her mind at the moment which was big for her because she talked a lot. "What?"

"Wake up."

Her eyes opened to find Bobbi hovering over her face. It was a dream? Not fair! But it was so good and realistic and damn. "Oh, my God, you ruin everything!" she whined and buried further into the blankets.

"It's freezing in here," Bobbi stated with a disgruntled face.

"Yes, like your heart for waking me from my beauty sleep," Skye grumbled.

"You fell asleep," Bobbi insisted. Obviously. "C'mon, Coulson's here, he was running late," she said and nudged her awake some more.

"Tell him five more minutes," Skye pleaded and the senior agent sighed before exiting the room.

Coulson was supposed to be there around midnight, but since he was running late (he sent a text saying so) she decided to lie down. Bobbi wasn't letting her stop working out even if they were on a mission so they were up with the sun (and it was slowly killing her). May was that way too so one would think she would be used to it. Nope.

After a minute she knew if she didn't get up Coulson, who knew her sleeping habits all too well, would send Bobbi in with a pitcher of cold water, who would be all too happy to oblige. She had to sit through a briefing with the both of them, doing it pissed off was not the best way to go about it. At least she didn't have an actual sex dream before having to hang out with Coulson; there was always an upside of some sort. Having dreams about the boy you kissed was so seventh grade.

Skye huffed to herself about it. She was at least better than that, wasn't she? Apparently not.

It was approximately seven minutes (she counted) before she made it to the kitchen where good ole A.C. was making pancakes while Bobbi nursed a cup of tea. Skye considered asking for coffee, but knew that Bobbi had probably asked for it too only to be denied. It was past three a.m. so Coulson wouldn't approve. He was very paternal in that way.

"You're late," the director announced over the hiss of frying batter.

Skye gaped. "I'm late? You're three hours late and you're scolding me?"

There was no acknowledgement of her response. "Sit," he insisted, pointing to a chair behind him at the island where Bobbi already was.

She huffed. "Fine, but I'm choosing my own stool." He didn't turn to look, but she knew somehow if she didn't sit in the right chair she'd get in trouble again. Bobbi just giggled into her cup at their interaction. "Shut up," Skye mumbled.

"Sorry I'm late, I was in the middle of another important debriefing," Coulson apologized formally and it looked funny coming from the man wearing an apron. "It seems that Skye's information of the lethal weapon was heading south for a mission proved correct," he went on while passing out portions of potatoes, bacon, and pancakes.

Skye sat up straighter. Three days ago, after their make out session, he informed her he was going 'south on some business.' She thought it was some weird innuendo that was going to be shut down before he went on saying he'd be back in a few days.

"What happened? There wasn't an altercation, was there?" she questioned. "I mean, the first time he tells me he's going away and he gets made isn't the best way to start off the relationship," she went on.

"Relationship?" Bobbi asked.

"Between spy and spyee, yeah," Skye confirmed with a 'duh' face. "So what happened?" she asked Coulson again.

The director looked between the two girls. "Nothing happened, I sent one of the Koenig's to tail him, see if he was being honest with you."

"Which Koenig?" Skye wondered. Coulson's face scrunched. "You don't remember which Koenig? If it was Sam he'll get excited and do something stupid."

"Is Sam the short one?" Bobbi spoke up.

"I think they are all the same height, but Billy and Sam together is the worst, all they do is fight," Skye told her matter-of-factly.

"Eric is the one crazy about the lanyards, right?" Bobbi asked sounding confused. They all acted the same and looked the same. It was like Fury put them in a cloning machine and let them loose at different SHIELD buildings.

"No, they're all weird about the lanyards; Eric is the one who-"

"It doesn't matter which one I sent, they're all SHIELD trained so they can handle themselves," Coulson cut them off. "And I think it was Eric."

Skye shrugged. Eric would do well.

"The point is he was spotted in Havana where we already knew Garrett is. That has got to be an important base they've set up if Garrett is there and having Ward report to him personally," he went on.

"Okay," Bobbi spoke up again. "This is good; it means Skye was able to do what we brought her in for—infiltrate the lethal weapon."

"Infiltrate sounds so dirty and he does have a name you know," Skye muttered.

"Alright, I'm sorry if you're on first name bases with Hydra's most skilled agent and decorated killer, but the rest of us aren't," Bobbi insisted with a pointed look. "And I was giving you a compliment you know," she added.

"Yeah, by making it sound weird! And calling him the lethal weapon is just so bad, the nickname is killing me, someone has got to rename him," Skye sighed. "Once we kick Hydra where it hurts we are putting whoever names these people in a room and making them watch horrible B-rated movies over and over again," she stated. "I'm talking Rubber, Hobo with a Shotgun, Sharknado-"

"I actually liked Sharknado, but that is beside the point. Can we get back to the task at hand please," Coulson cut in. "I knew I should have sent you two in with someone else regularly watching over you, you act like bickering old ladies around each other-"

"We don't bicker!"

"Are you calling us old?"

Coulson rolled his eyes and held up a hand to keep them both quiet. "Skye, can you please tell us what you've learned?"

"Because you asked so nicely, yes," she replied with a smile. "Alright, Ward owns the club and has a lot of money so it crossed my mind why does he go there every night? He admitted himself he isn't the manager, he doesn't have to be there to oversee things, he has never even had a lap dance by one of the girls or anything, but he does hang there and it's not like he likes people so it means it's for another reason," she went on. "I even asked him and he said 'some other things are left unknown' which all but insinuates I'm right. There is more going on at this illegal strip club than just Hydra desk agents getting off."

"Do we have any idea what yet?" Coulson asked, looking between the both of them.

"Bakshi goes up there from time to time, so Skye's right, it's a front for more than sex," Bobbi agreed.

"I've been thinking," Skye began while cutting up her pancakes. "He has a pretty impressive set-up in his office computer wise, but you do have to see the flat screen in there, it is nice," she finished on a high note. "So there has to be something on it. If I was able to get close enough with something Fitz invents like that Wi-Fi thing at Ian Quinn's place that plants a kick-ass virus or something smart like he does," she stopped to take a bite as she shrugged. That part got too science-y for her. "Then I could maybe use my doe-eyes to convince him I know something about computers, attempt to fix it and fail, but while I'm on it I can remotely get the information seeded to one of my computers at HQ so we can figure out what he is up to."

Coulson nodded slowly. "Do you think you could convince him to let you behind it if it's really important?"

"You should see him around her, boss, he'd probably let her attempt if he thought it would make her happy," Bobbi stated.

"I'm kind of an awesome stripper," she joked.

"Don't worry," Bobbi broke out in a laugh at the older man's grimace. "She hasn't done anything. The night she was supposed to take the stage for the first time Ward ended up breaking some asshole's fingers who got handsy and took her off the list indefinitely," she filled him on. "She's in, he's completely taken with her, and that's what we needed. He acts weird around her, almost human."

"I know he's a Hydra killer and all that," Skye started a moment later. "But I can't help but feel like there is a bigger story there. He wasn't born a killer, I don't think anyone really is, something made him the way he is. I really want to get underneath his skin and know what makes him tick. That is one of the next things I'm after." Coulson stared at her and nodded slowly. "I can handle it, trust me, I don't find him lethal at all. I actually think he's pretty funny."

"Yeah, he's a riot," Coulson mumbled. "What is the plan with the devices Fitz already gave you, we could use some ears in there as soon as possible."

Skye smiled excitedly. "Already got a plan in motion for once he's back, let me tell you all about it."

Coulson stayed until six a.m. talking strategy (and catch up with what was going on at HQ) before heading out for something positively classified to do, Skye was sure. Or he had a marathon on the Food Network to get to, both viable options when it came to their director. They definitely shared their quirky-ness.

"You're doing good," Coulson stated as he put on his suit jacket near the door.

Skye nodded. "I told you I can do this. I know you worry, but I was trained to do this stuff," she reminded him.

"I know you can do this," he assured her. "I know what you're capable of."

She bit her lip. "Did you know everything I was capable of when you recruited me?" she asked, avoiding eye contact.

"No, but I know even now you're going to do amazing things, Skye," he admitted. "I know you think that because of what you can do now that we look at you differently. We don't. You're still just Skye to us, we're family, that isn't going to change," he stated.

She smiled at his words. "I think it's that I see everything differently," she told him a moment later. "Nothing is normal anymore, especially me."

"Skye, you think things were normal before? You're talking to a guy who was dead for days because he got stabbed by Thor's bastard brother," he reminded her in a laugh. "The world is weird, we just try to keep it in check. This is just something that, once you're ready, we can try to see how it can be used to your benefit if you want."

"What, you have Fitz building some earthquake proof room?" she asked jokingly, but he raised an eyebrow. "I don't even wanna know, I have enough to do here," she sighed.

Coulson chuckled. "I was being serious, you're doing great and with all the pressure you're under I'm sure Melinda will be proud."

"You two on first name bases now?" Skye wondered with wagging eyebrows of her own. "Do I have to get used to Mom and Dad sleeping in the same room or something?"

They both paused at her references to the two elder agents. That was what they were to her even if none of them ever voiced it.

"I know," her voice cracked, "that ever since my father made himself known you guys have been worried, especially with my new found ability," she went on. "But I don't care what he says, he's not my father, he's more like... my sperm donor," she told him. "He can't take a position that isn't up for grabs."

He blinked like he was holding something back before coughing a bit awkwardly. "That means... a lot to me, Skye, thank you."

Like any other family they weren't good at sharing feelings, but she couldn't help but throw herself at him in a hug that it took a minute for him to respond to. "Thank you," she whispered in return.

"They might call Ward Hydra's lethal weapon," he started when they pulled away. "But with how you were trained... I saw something in you when you kept hacking us as the Rising Tide. It's why I recruited you and put you through comms academy while I also had May secretly training you to be a specialist. They may call him the lethal weapon, but you're kind of our secret weapon and I need you to know that I know you can do this."

Skye laughed. "I'm the secret weapon now? When we take Hydra down you're sitting in that room with those guys watching horrible movies so we can show you how bad you are at this creative stuff," she insisted.

He smiled down at her. "You just remember who the director around here is."

She watched him leave before heading back in to the kitchen of the apartment her and Bobbi shared. "So how long was he here before you woke me up?" she asked with her arms crossed.

Bobbi stopped in the middle of putting her hair up. "A few minutes I guess," she answered with a shrug.

"He wasn't three hours late, Bob, that's not Coulson," Skye stated. "I know he believes I can do this, but he worries because my father found me and he has May worrying in his ear. I know he wanted to check up on me and he wanted to talk to you alone about it. I'm not mad, I just want to know."

"Skye, you can do this if anyone of us thought you couldn't-"

"Me, May, and Coulson, we don't have a normal relationship even though none of us talk about it. If I was a regular agent they would just have faith, but I'm not. So, how long was he here before you woke me up?" Skye insisted.

Bobbi let out a long breath. "About forty-five minutes, but I told him everything is fine, you're handling yourself and doing exactly what we brought you in to do," she assured her. "He's just- a dad," she stated.

Skye nodded. "I told you I wouldn't be mad, I just want the truth. Now, I'm going to bed since today's my day off for training and work," she said in a yawn before padding down the hall.

x-o-x-o

"I just talked to Brick and- who names these people?!" Skye questioned as she entered the bar a few days later.

Bobbi laughed as she poured a beer. "His name is actually Brick, we just call him Brickwall because he's huge," she replied with a grin.

"Well, he's alright then," Skye muttered. "Anyways, my position has officially been changed from dancer-slash-bartender to just bartender and I got a raise," she announced and slapped the piece of paper that said so down on the bar. "Which doesn't really make sense since it means less work, but whatever."

"Well aren't you a lucky duck!" Bobbi teased while reading over the paper herself. "Guess that means your favorite weapon won't be getting any dances himself, huh?"

Skye shrugged. "You know as much as I do, I mean he said he doesn't like getting dances here because he owns the place. So maybe he did it because if I'm not technically a dancer I can give him one without breaking whatever moral code he has going on?" she guessed.

"A trained killer with a moral code, how sweet," Bobbi mumbled under her breath and Skye fought to keep a comeback inside.

There was more to him, she knew it, she didn't know how but she did. There was more to the story than him just being a dick with a gun that did whatever he was told. And she was going to figure out what it was; something about how he was wired fascinated her. Maybe it was because he was like a robot and she liked coding and wanted to know why he was the way he was. Maybe she could rewire him?

Rewire him? Why did she want to do that?

A ball of hope made itself known in her chest.

That wasn't the mission—sure it could be a mission, but it wasn't. Her mission was to be the spy, get inside his head, get the information and eventually get out. This wasn't a preteen movie where the girl turned the bad boy into a good boy. There could be no outlasting effects even if he was the best kisser she had come across. But just because it wasn't going to last doesn't mean she couldn't enjoy the kissing while she had the chance, right?

Right.

She grabbed a glass from under the bar. "I'm going to take a forward approach," she stated while filling it with ice.

"Um, you're in a strip club, I don't think we really are sit on the sidelines types of girls," Bobbi replied, smiling as she did.

Skye rolled her eyes. "I'm going to meet him up in his office before he comes down here, besides," she stopped and purposefully played with her earring. "I have ulterior motives," she said jokingly with wagging eyebrows.

"Is he even here yet?" her follow agent wondered.

She didn't know, she hadn't seen him, but she felt like he was here. He usually came down in about twenty minutes or so to sit in his favorite chair and shake his glass like a caveman so some girl would bring him another. "I guess we'll find out."

With a scotch on the rocks in hand Skye made her way past a big man guarding the stairs she had never really noticed before. Had he always been there? Every time she went upstairs it was with Grant so he led the way. Either way he just nodded and stepped aside which was oddly nice, like she had the power to get up the stairs but others didn't.

Is this what it felt like to be high in the ranks at SHIELD before the levels were done away with? Because it felt pretty damn cool to finally be one of the chosen few (even if she still agreed with the fact that the levels were shitty).

She stopped at a mirror that was in the hallway to look herself over. She dressed herself today (mostly) in a pair of black faux-leather high-waisted shorts that were positively skin tight and particularly teeny (meaning there was more covering her waist than below her bum) with a light purple ripped shirt that only passed her boobs by a few inches and her hair up in a clip. The bra underneath matched the faux-leather shorts and she added motorcycle boots to finish it off because the constant pumps and heels were killing her feet (literally). She was a boots girl.

Finally she came up to his door and knocked awkwardly (what was she going to do, announce herself?) before just walking in. If he was doing something important the door would be locked, right?

Well, she found him cell phone in hand in the middle of the office. It was the first time she'd seen him in almost a week and he made her stomach flip.

He seemed surprised that she came up to his office on her own, but smiled after a moment before going back to his call. "Yeah, John, I heard you," he insisted in an annoyed tone.

Skye took it upon herself to go around to the back of his desk and sit in his chair. It was best not to interrupt his call, right? And if she could look at the computer for a moment up close she could better help Fitz with whatever device he could create that would plant the virus or whatever.

It looked like something Stark would have in his own personal office, only less flashy and it probably didn't talk back when spoken to. It was made by CyberTek, of course, which only made her a little miffed. Stupid Ian Quinn, he was so annoying and pretentious and ew.

Anyways, it would be easy enough to get whatever device Fitz created near the computer; it was how she would get the computer's secrets seeded to her set-up at HQ that would be the tricky part. If she could just get twenty minutes alone with it somehow it would be so much easier to figure out how to do it. Hell, she didn't even need twenty minutes, less than ten would do.

"Enjoying yourself?" Grant cut into her thoughts, leaning over the desk from the other side, his cell phone nowhere to be seen. Should she have been listening to his call? Probably.

Skye smiled up at him from the black chair. "I can see why you sit here all the time, it's very Scarface," she teased.

He chuckled. "Do you have a reference to a movie I've never seen for everything?"

"You've never seen Scarface and you're like... all bad boy and mob-y and stuff?" she questioned. That just wasn't okay. That was like loving magic and not even attempting to watch Harry Potter! Blasphemous! He simply shook his head as he made his way around to her. "One day me and you are going to watch a bunch of movies and you up to speed on society. Sure you can probably tell me the newest gun released by..." she feigned being clueless, "whatever company makes guns, but if you can't tell me why the Devil Wears Prada I just don't know what to do with you," she sighed exasperated.

"Or you could spend more time outside rather than in the movie theater," he replied and sat on the desk much like she did before.

"Hey, I have guns of my own," she joked and held her arm up and flexed lightly. She did have those guns (among others), but she couldn't show him that. A bartender being able to go a few rounds with him would probably come off as suspicious. A few rounds... hm, that sounded like a good time. She shook her head at the thought.

He grinned and shook his own head at her antics.

"Now for the important stuff," she started and stood so she could wrap her arms around his neck. "Did you miss me?" she asked before she thought it through while bumping their noses together. She just asked the most robotic man in the world if he missed her after a few flirtations and one (great) make out session. Was that stupid? Incredibly.

"Hm," he breathed while winding his arms low around her waist and was silent for a few moments afterwards. "Do you know how long it's been since I ever actually fucking missed somebody?" he questioned. She sucked in a shaky breath. "But for some reason yeah, I missed you," he admitted just as quietly as she had asked.

A smile from erupted on her face. "Good, 'cause I missed you too," she whispered and kissed him on the lips quickly.

Well, she meant for it to be quick but he grabbed her by the back of the neck and kept her close to keep the kiss going, not that she minded.

Oh, God, her dream was as realistic as she actually remembered their first kisses. He was so consuming, like a drug and it was just not fair. Why did the best kisser and hottest guy ever have to be Hydra? Why?

After a minute he lifted her up and wrapped her legs around his waist and she squeaked in surprise. He made his way to the pear-chair and sat down in it with her more so on her back like he was last time. "I'm beginning to see why you bought this chair," she teased, her legs staying open so he could fit inside and keep close.

"It's never really been used before though," he replied and his hands felt up and down her bare sides. It almost made her shiver. Almost.

"How was your trip?" she asked before he could distract her. "I don't see any visible broken bones or anything."

Grant grabbed her hand and began kissing her open palm. It was so cute it made her smile. No. Not cute. Hydra killer. Keep focus.

"Wasn't that kind of trip, more of a meeting, but I think I have better ideas of what to do with our free time right now," he murmured before leaning in and kissing her neck.

"You don't like talking about what you do, huh?" she breathed as he continued to kiss and locked her fingers through his.

"No," he answered easily enough without stopping.

Skye leaned her head back and fought to keep her eyes open as he thoroughly kissed every inch of skin he could. "Oh God, are you sure you don't do this a lot because you're really freakin' good at it," she just about moaned.

He grinned against her collarbone. "Never said I didn't do it, just that I didn't pay for it," he corrected.

"Yeah, is that why I got 'promoted' to bartender?" she wondered, lifting his face with her hands so she could look at him.

"Among other reasons," he said with a nod. "Can I kiss you now?"

Skye smiled and leaned forward to bite at his lip. "You need permission to do that now?"

"I like to know its welcome, yes," Ward stated seriously.

"So if I hadn't kissed you first..." she trailed off and looked up at him. "You wouldn't have kissed me at all?" she asked.

"Mm, kissed maybe," he answered and played with the hem of her crop-top. "Anything else, no. I don't want you to feel like you're being forced because I'm your boss. You don't have to be up here if you don't want to be," he finished. "And only the strippers get physical with the guys and you're not a stripper anymore so you have no preconceived notion that you have to do anything like that at all."

She couldn't help but swoon just a little bit. He was so respectable in some ways. It was so old-fashioned how he went about it. "Well it's a good thing that I came up here on my own volition, huh?" she whispered.

He didn't answer, just leaned forward and kissed her.

It dawned on her that she should be asking more questions, making small talk about his trip, anything to get to know him better so she could begin to get actual intel, but she didn't.

She just let him kiss her and deep down never wanted him to stop.


Okay, had trouble ending this, did it work well?
I hope you liked Papa Coulson! I felt like the mission side of things needed a boost (it can't be all play!)
But never fear, the next chapter is going to get pretty physical. I just didn't want it to happen very fast.
Ever hear the saying that taking off your clothes is the easy part? That is definitely true for these two for now!

Tell me what you think! It's kind of more of a filler chapter. The next one is going to be juicy (and will have disclaimers!)
So review even though it was boring please.

- Kay