As always thank you for everything, you're continuously wonderful to me and I am forever grateful.
You all giving me such amazing feedback is what keeps me getting these chapters out!
Sorry this took so long, but remember I'm back in school now so essays come before fun.

Q&A/Responses:
Sabrina: They will be more not-physically intimate later, but as I said a few chapters earlier taking your clothes off is the easy part and they both have trust issues so it's harder to just blindly trust someone and hope they won't hurt you. They're both just testing out the waters and such.
About the timeline: Skye has been 'fooling around' with Ward for about a month. Just thought I would clear that up, but be ready for a time jump.

ALSO IMPORTANT NOTE:
I revised the last chapter the morning after I posted it so if you haven't reread it I suggest you do. I wasn't happy with how unresponsive Skye was to Grant opening up (I posted the chapter when I was dead tired and when I looked over it I was like ooooh and edited a bit). So there is that.

Without further ado, Chapter 7

Skye admired nice bathrooms.

Well, a bathroom was a bathroom, it's where ya you know, but a nice shower/tub setup was practically priceless. (She was sure there was a price on even the most glorious bathroom in the world, but the feelings it gave you—that was the priceless part.)

SHIELD HQ had alright bathrooms, but not the type that evoked feelings in a girl. After living out of a van or bad hotel rooms a bathroom that made her feel at home and calm and serene was priceless. The SHIELD bathrooms didn't even have tubs really, just stand-in showers kind of like a locker room and it was pretty sad. Well, Coulson had a tub in his personal quarters and he did share for weird favors. Like Simmons was a kick-ass cook so for certain meals she got a time slot in the tub. Skye had learned that when being exceptionally annoying if she promised to stop for a spot it was usually granted. For May all it really took was a death glare.

And Grant Ward had a lot of things going for him, one of them being a glorious bathroom. There was no tub (she didn't see him as the kind to take a long soak after a hard day) but his shower was breathtaking for a girl who admired bathrooms.

It was glass, but looked almost shattered to avoid seeing anything in case you were walked in on, and had a showerhead hanging from the ceiling as well as one in the wall at chest-level that angled downwards. And the wall-head (was there a name for it?) had a hose connected to it that she was sure would reroute the water from that head. It also had a bench and heated tiles.

Was it some kind of joke that people who worked for Hydra had nice showers to stay, like, hydrated? Or was Grant Ward just as in to showers as she was?

So after he fell asleep (or just dozed off a bit, he didn't seem very 'knocked-out' to her) and she took a bathroom trip it was just too hard to resist. She stepped under the water and smiled to herself at the warmth and serene-feeling taking over her body.

It was only a few minutes before she heard the bathroom door creek open. Grant was going to make an appearance, not that it was minded. The shower door opened and closed even more quietly as if he was trying to surprise her (if she wasn't a trained specialist he probably would have).

Lips grazed over her shoulder as arms wound around her naked waist.

"Miss me already?" she questioned after pretending to jump a little at his so-called sneaky approach.

He turned her around in his arms before connecting their lips and nodding into the kiss. She smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck.

They didn't have sex yet, but both knew on some level that it was going to happen before she left the apartment. There was no rush and after everything he'd shared with her and how emotional he became she didn't want to have sex to just make him feel better—it should be about more than that. They did everything but sex though and once they had both been satisfied (for her a few times—the boy went to town when he traveled downstairs, it was her new favorite thing) they'd cuddled and dozed for a little bit.

"You're cute," she whispered when they parted.

"You're beautiful," he countered, his eyes moving down her wet, naked body before finding her iris's again.

She smiled even wider. "I'm turning you into a softie, Grant Ward," she teased and he just touched their foreheads together. "And I love it," she added in a whisper.

He just pressed his lips to hers again and this time he began to walk her backwards into the wall. "Thank you," he murmured when he broke the kiss suddenly.

"What?" she questioned breathlessly.

She waited as he tried to figure out what he was saying. The boy was new to tapping into his emotions, it was only fair she didn't expect too much form him. "For letting me talk about Tommy and everything and," he stopped. "For not using it against me."

"Grant," she said and caressed his bottom lip with her thumb. "I would never hold what happened against you or judge you for it. We all have skeletons."

"I have a lot of them," he warned.

"Keep trying to scare me away it's not going to work," she told him. "I'm here and whatever is going on here I want it, so deal with it."

All of a sudden the water stopped and Grant led her to the shower door, grabbing the towel hung right outside of it and handed it to her. Rather than dry herself off Skye ran it through her hair to get it somewhat damp. When she looked up Grant was still standing at the door watching her even though it had been a few minutes.

"Sorry, I have a lot of hair," she insisted and wrapped the cloth around herself.

Grant just smirked before reaching down below her bum and lifting her up. She smiled down at him while rubbing their noses together because for some reason when his face was in close proximity it always seemed to happen. Plus it made her inner-girlie-girl turn to goo.

He brought her to the bed and laid her down, opening the towel to reveal her naked, slightly wet form. As she shimmied up the bed he pulled the towel out from underneath her and tossed it to the side.

"I want it too," he confessed and pressed his lips to hers before she could reply, like he was afraid of what else she could say in return.

For someone who was all badass-y and had that 'devil may care' aura to him he sure did care a lot about what she thought of him, and that had to be a good thing right? If she was going to continue Operation Turn Grant SHIELD he had to keep showing he was good, but to more than just her. Then again, it would have to go one step at a time.

She threw all thoughts away about the mission and the fact she was spying on him out of her head and focused on what he was doing to her right now. Her hand grabbed at the back of his head while her legs squeezed around his hips so he was perfectly nestled between them. They just kissed for a little bit, his hands doing more sweet things than overly sexual like cupping her face and threading into her wet hair. His lips nibbled at hers and moved down her neck before attaching themselves going back to the mouth again as if he couldn't stay away for too long.

He was hard, she could feel it, and she was so ready even though they hadn't done all that much foreplay besides making out. Then again the whole adorable shower stuff helped. Everything he did turned her on.

"Grant," she moaned and pulled away, her hands clinging to his back.

He looked over her face and she just nodded, giving him the approval he seemed to always need before taking the next step in their relationship. They stared at one another as he slid inside her and she gasped, her eyes widening. Her body's immediate reaction was to tighten her walls around him and he moaned at that, his face burying itself in her neck.

Her legs wrapped around him, her heels digging in to his lower back once more encouraging him to get going. He responded immediately and began to move in and out of her at a steady pace, taking long, leisure strokes. His lips found hers again as they both moaned.

Skye angled her hips upward so he could get deeper inside. Her body began to tremble underneath his at the feeling of him completely filling her. No one else seemed to just fit inside her perfectly or evoke so much feeling. This was what she was missing with all the others. Oh damn.

"Grant," she gasped all of a sudden when he seemed hit something, something she had never felt before. Whatever it was he knew she liked it and so he did it again and again almost making her body go limp.

His eyes looked into hers in a way that made it extremely erotic somehow. "Skye," he breathed and took a particularly deep thrust that made her body act on its own accord and push him away at the feeling.

He took the hint (she'd never done that before, push a guy away due to it feeling too good) and sat up with her legs open wide on either side of him as he continued his rhythmic pace of moving in and out of her. She grabbed for his hands and he linked his fingers through hers, then used them to keep her hips still so she didn't try to get away again. That seemed erotic too, using herself to keep from moving.

She loved the way he looked into her eyes and not everywhere else, not that his gaze didn't change from time to time. And it wasn't awkward like the first time had been with other guys, although with them she usually liked to take charge. She hadn't loved sex before so if she was going to get anything out of it she had to make sure she got what she liked. But with Grant he took charge and she didn't care, actually she preferred it.

"Gr-ant," she panted when an orgasm began to grow and her breathing heavy.

He stopped, causing her to whine, and lifted her leg over his shoulder before descending upon her again to attach his lips with hers. Her hands scratched at his back and his thrusts started to get faster, tougher, more focused somehow. He went in so deep, deeper than she had even felt, and it was becoming too much.

"Grant," she moaned, ripping his lips from hers.

"Sh, just hold on, baby," he replied in a breathless tone, his pace quickening even more.

Her head pressed back against the pillow as her hands gripped onto the covers around them to keep from scratching at his back even more. She was close, so close, closer than ever before.

That feeling happened again, the one that caused her to go limp and she moaned loudly without caring how loud it was. Grant kissed at her neck as he continued to make the feeling happen.

She wanted to scream, tell him to stop, order him to never stop, but couldn't find words as he just thrusted in and out, never faltering.

And it happened, her hold snapped and she came with a scream that he muffled with his lips. A wave of pleasure rocked through her body, going from the scalp to the toes, causing them to curl, and back again. Everything felt tingly and warm and tired.

He came too and all but collapsed on top of her, but she liked it.

Once she felt confident enough to speak without stuttering she picked up his head that was buried in her shoulder to kiss him. "We have got to do that again and that's an order."

Grant grinned back down at her. "Yes ma'am."

x.o.x.o

She found herself consistently looking at the dimly lit hallway that led to Ward's office.

He hadn't made his entrance yet and honestly it was beginning to make her nervous. Suits had been going up and then coming back down almost immediately all night.

It only meant one thing—the virus worked and he was pissed off.

"No word yet?" Bobbi wondered when she noticed Skye's zoned-out expression.

Skye turned and blinked repeatedly. "No. Bakshi still up there too?" she replied.

Bobbi nodded. "Yep, not that I mind though," she said with a smile and a wink. Skye barely responded and just continued to wipe down the bar. "They're not gonna know who- well, they'll know who, but not that- you know?" she insisted.

Skye almost smiled at Bobbi's lack-of-English. They'd know it was SHIELD, but not that it was her personally. Fitz made sure there would be no way to trace the virus back to her or her computer at HQ. Right now Fitz was probably running a program to read the information like she instructed him to. Some of it would have gotten jumbled during the transfer and she wasn't there to help them read it so their next best bet was Fitz.

She half wished she was there to help and the other half wanted to know exactly how pissed Ward was. Not to mention just how guilty she felt that he was probably going to get in trouble by the higher-ups for what she did.

What if they hurt him? It seemed like the type of thing Hydra would do. And he probably wouldn't fight back because he'd think he deserved it, like it was some kind of punishment. It wasn't like he thought very highly of himself, she learned that last night.

"Yeah, I know, just want to know what is going on up there," she mumbled and Bobbi got called away for a drink order.

They hadn't even been apart for 24 hours and she was dying to see him again, only for a different reason. Well, she'd like to do the other reason, but she also wanted to make him feel better. No doubt he was angry and pissed off right now.

It wasn't until close to 5am in the morning when Skye suggested it was time for her to go home. They hadn't gotten any sleep and she desperately wanted to just curly up in his arms but it wasn't an option. Bobbi would become suspicious and call her and that was a situation she wasn't interested in dealing with. So Grant begrudgingly had gotten dressed with her and dropped her off at the apartment she shared with Bobbi.

As soon as she hit the mattress she was asleep and only woke up when Bobbi came in well past noon and asked her what happened. Skye had told the truth in part, her and Grant did have a movie marathon and she did learn about his background. Bobbi asked minimal questions so it seemed she got away with it.

In a split-second decision Skye dropped the rag and went for the stairs. The suspense was killing her.

The door was locked and she heard voices, loud voices, on the other side but she still knocked.

"What now?" Ward's harsh tone cut through the wood.

Her heart gave a hard thud. She opened the door and leaned against the jam. "Uh, hi," she greeted tentatively. He was in there with three others guys including Bakshi, who was sitting behind the computer.

"Now is not a good time, Skye," Grant stated the obvious without moving from his position next to Bakshi.

"What's going on?" she wondered.

He ran a hand down his face. "Get out," he ordered but it wasn't towards her, it was to the others around him. Without a word the three men dressed in suits got up and left the room.

Skye entered the office and watched them close the door behind them as they went. "You're usually downstairs by now, thought something was wrong," she murmured, watching him collapse into his desk chair. "Did you not get any sleep?" she asked innocently while making her way to him.

"No, but that's not the problem," he sighed.

Skye bit her lip and began to rub his shoulders. His head rolled forward as she kneaded the knots. "So you going to tell me what's going on?"

He groaned. "Cyber warfare," he muttered and lifted his head.

"Like, bullying?" she pretended confusion. "Did you ever see that movie- what am I saying, of course you haven't. But, um," she coughed awkwardly. "I guess I just don't understand," she finished while making it sound like a question.

"You don't have to, it's not something for you to worry about," he replied.

"I worry about you and you're upset so I'm interested. Do you know who did it?" she asked as her hands continued to rub his shoulders.

"Yeah," he breathed. "A hacker from SHIELD."

Guilt washed over her. "SHIELD is that agency that fell or whatever, right?" she mumbled. This was part of the plan—get close, earn trust, receive intel. What they knew about her and SHIELD was extremely important. "I saw it all over the news; Captain America had something to do with it."

Grant chuckled and she didn't know why. "Yeah, something like that," he agreed.

"But they don't exist anymore I thought. After that Captain America thing I thought it was all over with," she went on.

"They exist the same way Hydra does, in the shadows. It's the only thing we have in common—the government doesn't like either of us," he grunted when her fingers hit a particularly hard spot. Man, he needed a masseuse.

"So a hacker from SHIELD or whatever hacked your computer for... what?"

"Intelligence," he answered. "They're kind of desperate right now. They're low on men, money, supplies, ammo, allies, everything. If they know what we're up to, who and where we are, and what we're planning they are better off. It's actually a smart move on their part," he mumbled on. "Just don't know how they did it."

"You said it was a hacker," she reminded him.

"Yeah, but this computer was supposed to be protected at the highest level," he said. "And somehow they got a lot off of it before it realized it was being hacked, cut it off and shut down."

So they have previous protection on it? Smart move. Skye wondered exactly how much she got off of it, but had to trust Fitz could figure it out.

"I got the guy who made it coming in to take a look, Ian Quinn, he should be here in a few days," he finished.

Ian Quinn was coming, that sucked. He was a douche-bag who only thought of himself and was addicted to power. Good thing was he'd never met Bobbi or her before. No one had really met her before.

Right when SHIELD was taken down was when she became a full-fledged agent. Of course, she had been out on missions before. Once she graduated from comms academy May stepped up her training since she could only 'half-ass' it when she was in school (May's words, not hers). She went on missions and had a work-study type deal going on, but Coulson wanted to keep her existence quiet. She kind of was their secret weapon. Maybe that was A.C.'s plan all along.

"So do you know who did the hack? I mean, I don't know much about computer other than Facebook and how to google, but," she lied and stopped her back rub. She hated lying to him. He was being nothing but truthful with her and she was using it against him to get intel.

Grant turned in his chair to face her. "Yeah, a girl at SHIELD. Quinn has heard of her, or what she can do at least. Apparently she's really good, she has to be, but I'm not good with computers either. I know a little more than average," he stopped and pulled her down into his lap.

"You feel better?" she wondered and rested her forehead on his.

He didn't answer, that meant no. "I can't talk long, I got my S.O. breathing down my neck to know how this happened and I'm trying to get guys in here to see what they can do with Quinn on the phone. He's not exactly patient."

"Are you in trouble?" she whispered.

"Don't worry about me," he replied in the same low tone. "Quinn's the one who is gonna get an ass-reaming. This computer it supposed to be impenetrable and she penetrated it," he sighed.

"Don't use that word, it's so... dirty," Skye insisted and Grant smiled. "But as long as you're not in trouble I'm not as worried anymore," she went on. "I don't know much about all this Hydra stuff is so I don't really care, but I care about you." He pressed his lips against hers softly. "S.O. doesn't mean significant other, does it? Because if you're married-"

"After everything I've told you about myself do you really think I'm married?" he questioned and she smiled in response. "S.O. means Supervising Officer, he's the guy who brought me into Hydra and trained me. He's the closest thing I have to a father, or family for that matter," he explained.

John Garrett brought him in Hydra. A.C. trusted him before the big reveal, but always felt 'iffy' about him or so he said. May never liked him or even pretended to. She'd heard about John Garrett though, how all the men he trained were some of the best and often called stiffs because they were all work and no play, plus they did everything Garrett said. The man bragged about them like his own children. He had even been Tripp's S.O. and he was just dying to meet up with him again to teach him a lesson or something else manly of the sort.

"You deserved so much better, baby," she whispered before kissing his neck.

"So did you," he countered and nuzzled into her neck.

They stayed like that for a little while, but it couldn't have been more than ten minutes before there was a knock at the door.

"The mindless drones need direction," she murmured against his skin. He chuckled into her neck and pulled away. "What is your rank or whatever, are you like the biggest or whatever around?"

Grant smirked. "Level 7. Technically Bakshi is the same level, but people tend to look to me for direction because I'm scarier," he answered.

"That's weird because I don't find you scary at all," she sighed as the knock was heard again.

"One minute!" Grant hollered before his eyes looked to her again. "I'm glad you don't, it's the second reason why I became so interested in you," he admitted.

"Second?" she wondered as she stood.

He nodded. "You're beautiful," he informed her and got up to lead her to the door.

She leaned against the wall next to the door as her insides turned to goo as they so often did anymore. "You gonna come see me before I get off work?"

"I was hoping you'd offer to sleep over," he replied with a hand cupping her cheek.

"I was going to but then you said you hadn't gotten any sleep and the thought of you being the Lethal Weapon with no sleep doesn't sit well with me," she told him with a scrunched nose. "Plus, whatever this is, I want to keep it under wraps because sleeping with my boss is something that I believe is looked down upon, especially by my roommate." She couldn't be sleeping over regularly, Bobbi would suspect and everything would go to shit before she could complete her personal mission.

"Whatever you want," he murmured before kissing her and opening the door. The men waited outside for her to take her leave. "I'll send for you before closing."

Skye smiled and winked before heading out.

She was falling for the Lethal Weapon; she just couldn't admit it to herself yet.

Okay I admit this chapter is more filler-y but I thought was needed.
I'm also not a huge fan of it, but I also don't hate it so there is that.

I also didn't want their first time to be overly sexual...I wanted it to be more about their feelings.
Not to give anything away but enjoy the fluffy-nothingness now because some unpleasantness is coming up (not telling you when!).

Remember I am in school now so updates will be less frequent but I'm trying to do at least bi-weekly if not weekly.

Review even though nothing happened, hah.
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