Chapter Rating: NC-17
Warnings: A baby's about to be conceived ya'll, so here be porn.
Author's Notes: I am so very truly sorry it's taken so long to update this. The day I was editing my next batch of chapters to update my computer gave me the blue screen of death and it took me over a month to recover my files from it. But now I am back and as a reward for your patience, I am giving you the porn chapter solo so you don't have to wait for the next update batch. I hope you all enjoy it. And to have a little bit of fun, I want to play a little game; drop me a comment or ask over on tumblr trying to guess who the second couple to get pregnant will be (I'll also have a poll up on Twitter). Also, if you check out my tumblr there are movie posters to go along with each batch of updates for your enjoyment. Happy reading!

Skye knew better than to down three shots of espresso as the sun was rising but she could barely keep her eyes open and she wasn't sure she could make it back to her room without the jolt of caffeine to keep her awake (and Ward was far too done to carry her there). The lightweights had abandoned them an hour before, but Skye had been on a roll and was now a grand richer so she'd treated Ward to coffee and bagels while they did their best to sober up.

"If anyone wakes me up before dark, they're dead," Skye slurred, leaning her head back against the cool elevator wall; when she remembered what had transpired there shoved away from it quickly, horrified.

Ward moaned in response, pressing his cheek to the wall as he fumbled with his collar.

Skye watched him for a moment with a small frown. Poor thing.

"Come here," Skye whispered, pulling him towards her. He stared down at her goofily and she shook her head, not sure she was sober enough to deal with whatever it was going on between them. Once she had his jacket zipped open she pressed her cool hands to the back of his neck.

Ward closed his eyes with a sigh of relief. "Thanks."

"Anytime, Ward."

Skye allowed her fingers to linger against his skin for a moment before dropping them to her sides. She was suddenly aware of how close they were standing and the silence between them was deafening. She tried to think of something, anything to say but for once she had nothing.

His eyes lingered on her mouth and Skye decided to hell with it; they didn't need to talk.

Skye crushed his lips with her own, shoving him against the elevator doors. Ward kissed her back just as enthusiastically, lifting her off the floor while she wrapped her legs around him. His hands were everywhere: in her hair, on her ass, clutching her boobs. Skye gripped his hair, holding onto him when the doors flew open and he stumbled onto their floor.

"My room is closer," she moaned, scratching his scalp. "Key. Back pocket," she ordered, and he had no problem digging around to find it.

"You're so beautiful," he muttered between kisses as he fumbled with the door.

"We don't have to do that thing where we talk," she insisted, biting his lower lip, eliciting a loud moan from him. She smirked. He was vocal; she liked that in a man.

"Take off your pants," Skye demanded, shoving him onto the bed.

Ward stared up at her eagerly as she straddled him and threw her shirt over her head. Skye trailed her nails up his six-pack as she lifted his shirt, finding it ridiculous that any man looked this good.

"Fucking hell," she muttered, realizing she was still drunk enough that she wanted to lick his abs.

"Why are your pants still on?" She complained, shoving his shirt up and over his head.

"Because I'm an idiot," he answered, reaching for his belt quickly. After failing to get it open after three attempts Skye reached down and helped him get the buckle open, cursing the entire time.

"Finally," she complained, helping him tug the damn things off.

"I'll stop wearing pants," he promised.

Skye wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face against his skin, giggling. "I don't think the boss will like that," she teased, whispering into his ear.

"I don't give a shit what he likes," he whispered back into hers before taking the lobe into his mouth.

Skye allowed herself to enjoy the feeling of his teeth while the buzz of the caffeine began working its magic. She trailed her hands down his body and found him already hard for her.

Hmm.

He was going to feel so good but she was going to make him earn it first.

"Now mine," she ordered, moving his hands to her jeans. She reached back and unhooked her bra, flinging it off while he finished getting her naked, ripping her panties in the process.

"I'll buy you new ones," he promised, pressing her into the mattress while he kissed her again.

"You'd better; those were the nice pair."

"You're so fucking hot," he complimented, staring down at her breasts like they were the best he'd ever seen.

She smirked up at him. His love of breasts not exclusive to hers her ass. She leaned up on her elbows and pressed her mouth to his. "Stand up so I can look at you," she directed. He gave her a sad, pathetic puppy look but he did it anyway. Skye looked him over appreciatively.

Damn.

"There are condoms in my carry-on; hurry up, or I'll start without you."

She'd never seen a man hustle so fast. What a good, obedient soldier. She wondered what other orders he would take…

"You're taking too long, Ward," she teased five seconds later, leaning back against the pillows and propping one leg up so he could get full view of her fingers sliding between her slit.

"Dammit, woman," he growled, throwing the box onto the nightstand before moving between her legs. A moment later his tongue was in her and she moaned appreciatively. It was nice to know that mouth was good for something other than annoying the fuck out of her.

By the time he came up for air she'd clawed visible red marks into his shoulders and she didn't give a single fuck; that was the best damn orgasm of her life and she wanted more.

"I didn't say you were done," she whined, trying to shove him back down to her eager cunt. She could lay here all day while he worked his magic.

"Shut up," he ordered, pinning her hands above her head before kissing her.

Skye moaned into his mouth, liking this side of him. She bit his lip hard while wrapping her legs around him so she could press against his dick. "Only if you fuck me," she replied in a throaty whisper, nowhere near satisfied. Months' worth of tension was still begging to be released and she was wired and ready to go for as long as he could keep up with her.

"You don't fucking have to ask me twice," he growled, releasing her so he could reach for the condoms. Skye attacked his neck with her mouth, giving him even more marks he'd have to explain away later. Ward tore the box open before ripping a packet open with his teeth.

"Dammit, Skye," he hissed, closing his eyes while trying to keep it together.

"You're taking too long," she replied innocently, still stroking him with her fist.

"You're distracting me-fuck."

She met his eyes coyly before laying back and moving her hands to her breasts dramatically. "Now you have no distractions," she quipped, trying not to laugh as he struggled to get the condom on.

"Stupid piece of crap," he muttered angrily to himself.

Skye slipped her hand over his to give him a hand but he brushed it away stubbornly. "I've got this," he whined with a pout.

"Idiot," she muttered with a roll of her eyes. There was the Ward she was used to.

"Just…it's too small!" He growled and Skye couldn't help but snort. He was big but not Magnum XXL big.

When thirty more seconds flew by Skye began to regret their little one-night stand. Sure, he was good with his mouth but if he couldn't even get a condom on…

"Fuck! Just do it already!" Skye cried out in annoyance. She was hot and bothered and ready to go and he was just sitting there playing with his dick. It was ridiculous.

"Seriously?"

"This is the only time this will ever happen, so just do it!" Skye did not make it a habit to fuck co-workers, especially not when they were partners, and especially not when they were Grant Ward. This was something they would never speak of again.

What happens in Vegas, right?

"About time," she moaned with a hitch to her voice as Ward tugged her hips against his and slid into her.

Holy shit.

He was bigger than he looked and he felt amazing.

And as she'd learned earlier he was eager to please.

Fuck, he was incredible.

Why hadn't they done this sooner?

Holy shit.

He couldn't believe this was actually happening. He was balls deep inside of the woman he'd not-so-secretly been lusting after for years. Skye Coulson was hot as fuck and no amount of hate could change that. He'd jerked it to the fantasy of fucking her perfect tits more times than he could count and while he doubted she'd be letting him do that tonight, he hoped if he fucked her good enough she'd change her mind about this being a one-time occurrence.

Grant held her legs back so he could thrust more deeply and she squeezed her tits with a moan. The only thing better than touching them himself was watching her do it. Hell, he could bust a nut while she put on a show for him but not tonight. This was his one chance to impress the girl and he was not throwing away his shot.

Skye let out a loud, hitched moan of surprise as he rocked back onto his heels, pulling her against him as his lips wrapped around her nipple. She gripped his hair, holding him in place while whimpering appreciatively. He thrust up, groaning at how tight she felt in this new position, and slipped a hand between their bodies to stroke her clit.

She whispered his name, sending shivers down his spine.

Why in the fuck hadn't he come around sooner?

Just thinking about all of the sex they could have been having made his balls ache.

He was a stupid, stupid man who fully intended to make up for it by spending the entire day inside of her.

Grant buried his face against her chest, one hand massaging her tits while his mouth continued to worship her nipple. He moved to the other, feeling bad he'd ignored it, and bit down hard, earning him a few fresh scratches along the nape of his neck for his trouble. Biting her again, he suckled hard, intending to leave a mark. She'd be furious but he didn't care; for the next week he'd get to exist with the smug satisfaction of knowing he'd branded her.

Pulling out, he kissed his way along her torso, lowering her to the mattress again as he headed south, thirsty for another taste of her sweet cunt, but Skye had other plans.

"I don't think so, cowboy" Skye teased with a glint in her eyes before expertly flipping him onto his ass and pinning him beneath her with her thighs. He slid his hands up her legs, heart racing when she grasped both wrists and pinned them above his head, using his discarded belt to restrain them.

Holy fucking shit she was the sexiest woman he'd ever seen: sitting on top of him, hair disheveled, eyes wild, and a mischievous smirk. She looked ready to destroy him and he was going to enjoy every moment of it. They hadn't even finished yet and she already owned his entire ass. She was going to ruin him for all other women and he couldn't even hate her for it.

Skye leaned down and ran her tongue up his abs. Keeping her eyes locked with his, she slid both hands over his pecs and licked her way down to his pelvic bone before disappearing underneath her mess of curls.

"Fuck, Skye," he whimpered as she immediately deep-throated him. When she came back up, she ran her teeth along his shaft and he pressed his head back into the pillow, fighting the urge to wriggle around beneath her. Holy shit, when she went for it she fucking went for it.

She repeated her actions and his hips jerked, unable to fight the impulse. She continued slowly torturing him until there were literal tears in his eyes and he was forced to beg to be put out of his misery.

"Please," he whined, breathing labored. "Take this thing off," he pleaded, holding out his bound wrists. "Let me fuck you." He'd come in her mouth if he had to but he'd rather do it while buried balls deep inside of her tight pussy.

Skye met his eyes as she slowly released his cock from her mouth. She replaced it with her fist and stared up at him, contemplating his request. She was trying to kill him.

"No," she said finally with a shrug.

"Dammit, Skye," he warned, knowing he was going to blow it soon.

She ignored him and slowly ran her tongue over his balls.

He leaned back and closed his eyes. If she was going to insist on continuing to use that hot mouth of hers, he might as well enjoy it.

"You have a really nice cock," Skye complimented, stroking him again.

He opened one eye and raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Oh?"

Skye shrugged, using both hands now. "If you ask me really nicely, I might give it what it really wants," she replied coyly before leaning down and using her teeth again.

He bucked his hips in surprise and cried out her name in agony. "Skye, please," he begged. "I want to come inside of you," he whined, "not on your face." He wanted to get her off again, before he got off, because he suspected the moment he was done she'd be done with him and he was not ready for this to be over.

Skye raised her head with a devilish grin, chuckling to herself. She climbed back onto his hips, rubbing against him as she leaned down to press her mouth to his. "Remember what happens when you follow orders, Ward," she taunted, holding him down with one hand on his chest while untying him with the other. When he groaned in relief, flexing his fingers to allow the blood flow back, she gnawed on her lower lips in amusement. "I reward good behavior, soldier."

Yup, owned his entire ass. Where was the paperwork? He was signing his life away to her now.

Skye gave him another slow, lingering kiss while she guided him back inside of her. He moaned into her mouth, holding her hips while she began to ride him; slowly at first, until she found a rhythm that suited her desire. He pulled her against his chest, deepening this kiss while tangling his fingers in her hair, never wanting this to end.

She was fucking perfect.

Fucking hell, he was halfway in love with her already.

"Turn around," he growled, a hot knot of tension settling in his balls. He wasn't going to last much longer and he needed to get her off too.

With a smug look of satisfaction on her face did as she was told. "Get to work, frat boy," she taunted, glancing over her shoulder at him, eyes issuing a challenge.

Grant moved to his knees and bent her over, quickly thrusting into her. He gathered her hair into his fist and pulled her head back until her neck was exposed to him.

"Good boy, I like it rough."

"Yeah? You like this?" He bit the pulse point in her neck, leaving a deep indentation.

Skye smiled and reached back to hold his head in place while she met his thrusts. "Do it again."

Grant slid his hand across her belly and down between her legs, finding her clit again.

"Right there, Ward," she ordered, her fingers digging into his arm as he felt her tense around him.

Wanting to draw this out, he held her against his chest, and very slowly continued to massage his thumb over her clit. A sob escaped her chest and she dug her nails into him, close to tears. "Grant, please," she begged, voice cracking.

"Almost, sweetheart," he assured, brushing his lips over her temple.

A moment later her body began to tremble and he slowly laid her onto her side, fingers still working as she came. Pressing his chest against her back, he slowly entered her from behind, kissing the back of her neck as he fucked her.

When she came again, he buried his face against her neck, holding her close while she came down from the high. He kissed her shoulder and rubbed small circles on her back. A moment later she glanced back at him, giving him a look he couldn't quite decipher that left him feeling weak. She rolled towards him and wrapped her arms around him, kissing him while wrapping one leg around his waist.

Grant massaged her thigh as he continued to kiss her until they were back in the missionary position. He pressed himself against her, teasing her opening before sliding into her again. It didn't take long for him to finally give in and by the time he was done she was completely spent.

He kissed her eyelids, nose, cheeks, everywhere he could while she ran her fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp while pulling him closer.

Skye wrapped herself around him and kissed him again. They spent the rest of their morning in a mess of tangled limbs, kissing and touching the other until Skye lazily curled up at his side and fell asleep.

Grant stroked her cheek with one hand and played with her hair with the other, watching as she slept peacefully. She was the most beautiful woman in the world and he was the world's biggest idiot for not admitting it sooner. He wasn't sure if this would really be a one-time thing but he was going to date her if she let him; he didn't care what the boss said, he'd let him fire him if had to.

When he finally succumbed to his body's need for rest, her face was the last thing he registered before dreams of her filled his mind, and he slept with a smile on his face the rest of the day.