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Then the site wasn't working so that sucked too.

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Chapter 9


"So I'm not a girlie girl and I'm not exactly a badass, but I can kick ass, so what does that make me?" Skye wondered aloud as she cringed at the sight of her toes.

"Um, a regular girl?" Bobbi answered in a shrug.

Skye chuckled. "I guess, I'm still not good at this stuff. Probably because my maternal figures as a kid were nuns. They don't exactly teach you how to paint your nails and put on eyeliner," she mumbled. "But I can quote the bible for what it's worth."

"Well, in this line of work I'd say it's worth something, you never know when your time is up, you know?" the elder agent reminded before taking the nail polish out of Skye's hand to fix the botched paint job.

"That's true," she sighed and watched as her toes began to look normal again. "Hey, Bob?" she asked softly a few silent moments later.

"Yeah?"

"How far have you gone with Bakshi?" Skye questioned.

Bobbi looked up from the younger agent's toes. "As far as I'm comfortable with," she answered. "You're done."

She put her toes on the floor to dry. "Thanks, but um, how far is comfortable?" she pressed on.

Bobbi tightened the nail polish and put it on the coffee table with an audible smack. "We haven't had sex if that's what you're asking," she told her.

"No, I know that, but- I just... we don't talk about it," Skye muttered and avoided eye contact. "What we do—it doesn't take something out of you per se, but it has this air about it where it's like shame or something."

Bobbi nodded slowly. "Guilt, more like," she corrected. "I know what you mean, but this is what you sign up for as a specialist, you have to do things others won't. It requires being able to live with having a wavering moral code."

Skye was quiet again. "So you feel the guilt too?" she whispered. It was like talking with an older sister about sex when you're still a virgin—awkward, but comfortable at the same time.

She nodded again. "I do, mainly because of Lance," she admitted.

Skye scrunched at Hunter's first name. He just wasn't a Lance and the only one to call him that was Bobbi. "At least I don't have that issue," she sighed. She felt guilty all the time to the point where it was beginning to overwhelm her, eat at her, haunt her, but what she was doing didn't feel like cheating exactly. It was cold, hard betrayal. It did feel wrong even if it was right too. "Are you going to tell him what you've done?"

"No," Bobbi answered firmly. "We have a rule—what is done on missions of this kind doesn't affect us, or at least it was a rule."

"What's it like?" Skye asked, causing Bobbi to finally look at her. "To be in love like that?"

She smiled fondly. "It's a roller coaster. I'm always fast out of the gate, I hit the drop, the turn, the loop, the screeching halt and then I'm back in line to do it all over again."

"Is the ride worth it?" she wondered in a hopeful tone. If whatever she was doing with Grant was any sort of endgame it had to be worth it, right? Or else she was screwed more than before.

"I'll let you know when it's over," Bobbi answered honestly. "With Lance it's different; it's why I married him."

"Then why are you divorcing him?" Skye asked without thinking. It was still a sore subject with her friend, the divorce, and she regretted bringing it up, but couldn't take it back.

Now Bobbi was quiet. "It's... complicated. It always has been with Lance. My being undercover has put it on halt though so who knows what will happen in the future?"

"I'm sorry, it wasn't my place," she apologized.

Bobbi waved her off. "It's girl's night, what is girl's night without a little heartfelt talk?" Skye smiled, but knew her friend was hurting. "You don't think you've ever been in love like that?"

Skye shook her head. "No, the closest I ever came was with Miles and we know how that turned out." Miles great in the beginning, but when SHIELD turned out to be something she wanted to be part of it fell apart. Then she realized what an asshole he was.

"You will," Bobbi assured her. "And it'll be wild and crazy and amazing, I promise."

"I bet," she murmured with a knowing smile just as the phone rang.

Bobbi picked it up on the second ring and Skye pulled her knees up to her chest.

Grant made her feel wild and crazy and amazing and incredibly stupid, among other things. He made her laugh uncontrollably and giggle, which no guy had done before (when she wasn't faking it), and he made her blush with just a look from across the room. She had butterflies and goose bumps and all the stupid stuff girls wished for after watching Titanic.

After a considerable time away she found that her body literally ached, like its way of longing for him. The stomach pain had disappeared after a few days, but sometimes it felt like her bones ached when she thought about him too much and he wasn't there to turn to. It didn't help that they'd had zero time alone together since that Raina chick showed up and declared herself the talent manager, meaning she was in charge of the girls now. She'd already smooth-talked two girls onto the 'naughty list' as it had come to be called, girls who didn't think they wanted to be on it before. It was just so wrong and dirty to have to be talked into joining it. Grant usually had the girls talk to Sienna about it; she was at least easier to approach. Now they were being almost forced.

Coulson had history with the girl in the flower dress, she was the one who put him in that horrible machine that made him remember T.A.H.I.T.I., but Skye never had the pleasure of meeting her, Bobbi either, which was good considering her new arrival. But she would be all too happy to get a few rounds with her when the missions were over and done with.

The night Raina showed up she spent the rest of Skye's shift in Grant's office talking with him and afterwards he was not happy. Apparently the 'Clairvoyant' didn't like that he was distracted or whatever either and sent her to oversee things, to see where the mole was, if there was one. And they both knew that Grant's great, big distraction was Skye and Skye only (and she kind of was a distraction, admittedly) so they were trying to keep their distance.

At work she was almost never in his office anymore and when he was on the floor their interactions were minimal. It was so hard to stay away from him, especially since they just got past that stage of the new-ness and it was more like a relationship. They were at the place where it was fun and silly and fun, more fun than she had ever had with a guy before.

Grant Ward was her secret boyfriend and he was fun, who knew?

Gosh, she was in a relationship with Grant Ward, it was hard to believe.

"I have to go to work," Bobbi broke into her thoughts. "One of the girls called in sick and apparently Raina chose to call me because I'm a common favorite."

"What a bitch," Skye muttered as Bobbi went into her room to grab clothes. Everything she'd need to get ready was already at the club, she just needed an outfit. "So much for girl's night!" she hollered while wiggling her toes.

"I know, right?" Bobbi sighed, already coming out of her bedroom with a bag slung over her shoulder. "Of course they wouldn't call in the boss's girl on her night off."

Skye smiled brightly. "Thank God for small favors."

A few minutes later Bobbi was out the door and Skye cleaned up the remnants of their so-called girl's night. They had planned manis and pedis, sappy movies, junk food, the whole works, but not everything goes according to plan. Then again, it wasn't exactly the real plan for the night.

Less than ten minutes later there was a knock on the door and she skipped over to look through the peep-hole. "That was not the knock we agreed on!" she sing-songed.

"Do you want the knock or the extra mozzarella sticks?" was the grumpy response.

With a smile she opened the door to reveal Grant in all his glory, but most of the glory was the food, she was sure. "Mozzarella sticks please," she requested with hands out. He held the box away and leaned in expectantly. "Oh, fine," she mumbled and kissed him quickly, then he released the fried food from his grasp. "You are the best secret-boyfriend ever."

Grant closed and locked the door behind him. "But the question remains, would you say the same thing if I hadn't brought the food?" he wondered while putting the numerous boxes down on the kitchen island

"Probably not," Skye answered with a big smile and wink. "So I take it everything went well at work?" she asked innocently.

"Something like that," he told her and opened the pizza box. "Trish was happy to call off for what she would be making for the night and Raina came to the conclusion of calling Bobbi in all on her own," he filled in. "Or so she thinks."

"And we get date-night all alone," Skye sighed happily, watching as he organized a smorgasbord on their plates.

"Pays off to be dating a spy, huh?" Grant replied and leaned in for another kiss that she readily returned. Like it was even his idea, she thought of it then planted the seed in his brain to set it up. She was the real spy here.

Guilt washed over her, but she shook it off as they parted. "I missed you," she whispered.

"I was only gone for three days on a quick op, I've been away for longer," he reminded her as they made their way to the couch, plates in hand.

"It's not like we've been able to see each other lately though," she mumbled. "I miss you."

Grant moved to put both of their plates down on the coffee table in front of them. "I've missed you too," he murmured and pulled her into his arms. "I used to love being alone, now I hate sleeping alone," he commented, almost in a laugh.

"I know, you're one great cuddler, Grant Ward," she said into the nook of his shoulder. "I hate Raina, fire her."

"I wish, the higher-ups think she's needed in the club," he insisted.

"But why? I mean, we've hardly been together so you're not distracted and your missions or whatever are still getting infiltrated or however you put it," she rambled on. "Tell her to hit the bricks and then we can do it on your desk," she urged.

"Garrett still thinks there is a mole, he's put people he trusts in charge of places like the club all over," Grant replied. "Usually I'm enough, but since he thinks I'm distracted..."

"I thought you said that the 'Clairvoyant' person put Raina in charge of the girls?" Skye questioned, confused. "Not your superior authority guy."

"Supervising Officer," he corrected. "And Garrett and the 'Clairvoyant' have a lot of things in common."

"What, they're both fakes? I mean, I don't know if I believe that someone can really be a clairvoyant and don't even get me started on Garrett," she went on annoyed. She never liked him before, but after the whole Berserker Staff incident she was ready to put a bullet in the back of his head if she ever got the chance. Tripp would be willing to help with that mission.

Grant leaned forward and picked up both of their plates. "I don't really believe in it either, but you know us Hydra Agents, we do as we're told so that means Raina is in charge of the girls," he said.

"Alright then, hurry up and eat so I can climb your body like a jungle gym in the bedroom," she ordered, causing him to choke on a slice of pizza.

"Skye," Grant practically groaned hours later. "Again?"

They'd eaten their dinner and watched a movie before he carried her away to the bedroom. It'd been almost a week since they'd been together and she just couldn't help herself. At least she was making good on the 'climbing his body like a jungle gym' comment, right?

She grinned down at him after she straddled his waist. "I thought guys liked when their girlfriends had healthy sex drives?"

"They do, I do, but I'm tired. Gimme a quick nap, yeah?" he suggested with his eyes sliding closed.

Skye just looked down at him. For once he was completely clean-shaven, he said it made him look more trustworthy on missions. With or without a beard he was just so unbelievably cute and sexy somehow. Her fingers reached out to feel the curves and crevices of his face. He had slight eye bags, like he hadn't been sleeping. After their first round she'd done a full body inspection as a joke, but for real because she worried. He said his mission went off without a hitch, but still. He knew she worried so he might lie about whatever happened. There were no obvious marks or scars.

"What're you doing?" he wondered softly, reaching out to grab her hand and intertwine it with his, but his eyes remained closed

"You're pretty," she cooed, causing him to smile.

"You think so?" he replied in a chuckle.

She nodded even though he couldn't see her. After a quiet moment he squeezed her hand, making her smile a bit too. "Grant, why do you have to be Hydra?" she found herself asking and now his eyes opened. "I mean, I know why but why?" she whispered.

He sat up making it so their bare chests were touching and rather than answering, probably because he didn't know how to, he just rested his forehead on hers and wrapped his arms around her waist. They stayed like that for a few moments, just holding each other, not doing anything overly sexual. It was little bit before he playfully bit at her nose, making her giggle.

"You're stupid," she insisted, appreciating that he was trying to make her feel better even though he didn't know how to.

"Well, you're with stupid then," he replied with wagging eyebrows.

"Now we have to get shirts since you said that," she told him in a laugh. "Imagine the 'I'm Stupid' tee underneath your leather jacket—hawt," she teased.

"As long as you wear the 'I'm With...' one right next to me," he agreed.

She didn't answer, just smiled, and looped her arms around his neck before burrowing into his chest. She was falling in love with the Lethal Weapon, how crazy was that? He was so different than his reputation; it's unfair how he's seen on paper to everyone else.

He reciprocated by burying himself in her neck and hair.

After a few moments Skye reached down in between them and began to stroke his length only for his head to whip towards the door just a second or so later, his hand stopping hers. Then she heard it too.

Bobbi was home.

They were both quiet for about two minutes waiting to see what she would do, shower or eat or go straight to bed. Then there was a soft knock on the door. "Skye, are you up?" was heard even softer in case she was sleeping. She was a night owl so her being up wasn't exactly surprising.

In an instant Skye was up, robe almost on, and went for the door. She'd never had Ward in her room before when Bobbi was in the apartment too. That was just too risky, but she didn't notice the time until then. Maybe she was distracted too. "Hey," she greeted, exiting her room and feigning a yawn. "How was work?" Before Bobbi answered she went on, "let's walk and talk, I have to pee."

Bobbi followed and waited for Skye to do her business to speak up. "It was fine, the norm, listen," she said as Skye washed her hands. "Coulson got in contact, he needs me to come in for something."

Skye turned. "Is everything okay, is anyone hurt? I had a bad feeling the other week and-"

"Skye, everyone is fine," Bobbi interrupted. "He just needs my interrogation expertise," she insisted. "Apparently someone, he couldn't say who, isn't cracking and he wants me to have a go."

She nodded. "Are you sure everything is alright?"

Bobbi nodded this time. "Yeah, I was wondering since you're the boss's girl if you'd tell him something dramatic so I could get some time off? Like, my grandfather died or something so I can get a few days off."

Skye waved her off. "No problem. When you leaving?" she wondered.

"I have a rendezvous point in about two hours," Bobbi answered in a sigh. "So I'll let you get to sleep and let you know when I'll be back in a few days?" she suggested.

Skye nodded. "Alright, well send my love and tell A.C. Fitz should get a monkey," she told her.

Bobbi chuckled. "Will do, have some fun on your own."

After another minute or two they parted and Skye went back to her room. Grant was half-dressed, looking like he might need to make a quick getaway. "All clear?" he wondered.

"What were you going to do, shimmy down the drain pipe?" Skye asked in a laugh.

"I've done worse," he replied, already lifting off his shirt.

She climbed into bed and took off her robe without a care. "Bobbi needs a few days off, not sure how many yet," she told him.

"Alright."

"You don't wanna know why?" she questioned.

"I don't care," he answered easily.

Skye rolled her eyes. "Her grandfather died, it was a long time coming thing, she's leaving in like an hour," she told him anyways.

"Alright," he repeated. "While she's here gimme an hour to sleep and then we'll finish what we started when she came home," he sighed and got underneath the blankets.

Skye shook her head as he got comfortable in her bed, looking as cute as ever.

Well, at least they'd have a few days alone together no matter whose apartment they were at since work became a no-touch zone.

x-o-x-o

Her eyes smiled at the sight of Grant naked in bed, the sheet only coming up to the V formed under his abs. It almost made her mouth water, good thing she was already drinking some coffee (even though it was late in the afternoon).

The smile turned into a grin at the fact that he was still asleep. She wore him out often. It was like once she'd had the unbelievable sex (finally) she couldn't stop, literally. It was a wonderful, horrible, incredible addiction. Most of the time they only stopped because he fell asleep, she would be tired too but the need for him overwhelmed the need to sleep.

She'd been sleeping at Grant's place ever since Bobbi left for what Skye assumed was HQ. Of course, she wasn't allowed to know too much. There were no levels, but there still were levels of secrecy to everything. It was one of the many reasons she loved being around Grant, he always told the truth even if all she did was lie. Lying to him was becoming so hard, so hard to the point where she avoided playing the spy at all costs anymore if possible. She just wanted to be Skye, like how he was just Grant around her.

Bobbi left four days ago and was coming back the next morning so she'd have to go home tonight, unfortunately. Her schedule at work had been light since Bobbi left, as had Grant's, and he'd made it that way so they could spend as much time as possible together. He was letting Raina do what she wanted which made her happy and the 'Clairvoyant' as far as she could tell. Garrett was happy he was complying too, something about how he was letting Raina in meant he had nothing to hide.

Her eyes continued to scan over Grant's bare form and his, um, morning happiness.

In a rash decision she put the mug down and as gently as possible straddled his waist, removing the sheet as settled. His eyes didn't open, but his hand slid onto her bare thigh as he fought to wake completely.

Skye's hands knotted into the bottom of the shirt of Grant's she was wearing as she lifted herself over his length and then down onto it.

As if he as expecting it Grant's other hand grabbed a hold of the opposite thigh and pulled her forward by the back of her knees, making so he was inside her more fully, all without opening his eyes. Damn, he knew her so well.

Skye's own eyes closed as she began to move up and down his penis, her hands moving back to rest on his thighs, allowing him to go even farther inside of her. Grant moaned beneath her, his hips beginning to match her own movements a bit.

She tried to regulate her breathing as her heart-rate spiked, but it proved to be difficult because she could only last so long on top of him. He was the biggest guy she'd ever been with, and he was perfectly big. She took his shirt off of herself and just as she began to move in circles Grant, seemingly on the same wavelength as her, flipped them over so they were both on their sides and slowed the thrusts.

"Wake me up like this every morning for the rest of our lives, please," he mumbled before kissing her.

Skye smiled into the kiss as her arms wound around his neck, her legs squeezing his hips. "I'll do my be-best," she murmured in a breathless tone.

Grant kept moving in and out of her at a slow, steady pace and she let herself enjoy everything. It didn't feel like sex, it felt like something more, even if she was afraid to admit it out loud.

After a few minutes his speed quickened and his thrusts went deeper. It felt like she was coming apart at the seams, as it often did, a feeling she had grown to love. "Gr-ant," she moaned huskily. "I love you."

His thrusts stopped and a feeling of dread overwhelmed her. What had she done? She did love him, she just didn't realize it until right then.

"I-I'm sorry, I-" he stopped her by pressing his lips against hers and moving so he was on top of her rather than on their sides.

"Say it again," he urged before continuing his movements.

Skye looked over his face and saw the awe in his eyes. It wouldn't surprise her if he hadn't really heard it before, she hadn't really either. "I love you," she stated.

His thrusts began again with such intensity she came almost instantly, and then again and again until he stopped because he finally came too. She went limp underneath him and he collapsed on top of her.

"I l-love you," she repeated in a stutter.

His lips pressed against her collarbone. "I love you too."

Her heart practically melted and then she let out a shaky breath. He loved her too? Did it mean her (personal) mission was complete? Would he follow her back to SHIELD? She hoped so on all counts. She wanted to go home, but only if he would come with her.

She had to figure out a way to test if he would follow without letting him know what she'd done, all the lies she told, and why they got involved in the first place, but how?

"When are you going to tell Garrett about us?" she got the courage to ask some time later as they still lay naked in bed.

Grant opened his eyes lazily, his face resting on the pillow next to her, and looked her in the eye. "I don't know," he answered honestly, of course, he was always honest with her.

"I'm always going to be a distraction to him, aren't I?" she mumbled sadly. "I mean, we love each other, but all he will see is a distraction from his cause, whatever that is. Hail Hydra, right?"

"I told you I'm not loyal to Hydra, I don't hail anything, I'm in this for John," he replied. "He saved me and if he hadn't I wouldn't be here right now, with you."

She nodded. "But when is it going to be enough? When are you free to do what you want, fight for whatever you want to fight for?" she wondered.

"When I save him," he told her.

"What do you mean?" she asked, sitting up on her elbow.

Grant began to play with her fingers and focused on that rather than her. "He's dying, Skye, and I have to save him," he murmured.

She took her fingers away from his and hooked them under his chin to make him look at her. "How can you do that? What's wrong with him?" she pressed.

"It's hard to explain—you're not Hydra so you don't know how strange the world really is," he insisted and she fought an eye roll. She probably understood how strange the world was more than he did. "He was hurt back in the 90s and in his words he had to 'duct-tape himself back together' because the organization he worked for wouldn't save him, remember when we talked about SHIELD?"

Skye just nodded.

"They wouldn't save him, he gave them his entire life and they wouldn't save him, so he turned to Hydra and I can't say I blame him," he went on. "And he became a part of this project called Deathlok where they tried to save him, but it was more like a better duct-tape job. He'd running out of time now and I have to save him. He's done so much for me, baby, I have to try and repay him. Maybe once I find out what saved Coulson it can save him too and then we can be together."

Skye's mouth opened in shock, but she quickly covered it up. "I- um, who?" she asked shakily. Garrett was part of Deathlok? Mike wasn't the first subject? What did they know about Coulson?

"This man, he died during the Battle of New York, you know when all those aliens came from the sky?" Grant explained, to which she nodded. "He was dead for days, but somehow SHIELD brought him back to life. John's become obsessed with figuring out how that happened. If SHIELD brought him back to life, the same thing has to save John's life, right?"

She just nodded, knowing he needed reassurance even though she wasn't supposed to know what he was talking about. "A man came back to life?" she questioned since it was supposed to shock her. People weren't supposed to come back to life, she had to act stunned.

"Yeah, that's the mean reason behind my ops. There is this other project called Centipede that Raina was in charge of, but it's been at a standstill because she needs more information," he went on to pill his guts. This was everything she needed out of him, HQ would be so happy, but it made her stomach sick. "The Centipede drug she helped develop is keeping John alive for now, but that could change at any time. When I leave I'm usually hunting down information about whatever saved Coulson and when I finally do John will live so then maybe I can too, only with you."

Skye just leaned forward and kissed him soothingly. "I hope we can too."

Hours later found Skye walking down the street towards her and Bobbi's apartment, feeling like shit. She'd finally gotten everything she ever wanted out of Grant, or everything HQ ever wanted, more like.

Well perhaps they'd still want future mission info because that was helping them greatly, but still... she'd gotten everything, but at the cost of knowing the man he thought of as a father was after what brought the man she thought of as a father back to life. She would never risk Coulson's life, never, so she had to tell what she'd found. But after that would they pull her out? John wasn't saved yet and personally she didn't want him to be saved, but to get Grant to come with her is that what had to be done?

She adjusted the bag of groceries in her hand and stopped after seeing something in her peripheral. Her car was surrounded by two black SUVs outside the apartment building. She had decided to walk to the store because she didn't need much and got an awesome parking space out front she didn't want to give up. The store was only two blocks away, but that wasn't what stopped her.

It was the SUVs. It was SHIELD.

Skye hid behind the corner of the building, dropping the bag without a care. Why where they there? Bobbi wasn't even due back yet-

Bobbi walked out of the building with a Koenig behind her, Hunter too, and then Skye understood. Bobbi knew about her and Grant, she didn't know how she knew, but the other agent definitely knew.

Coulson didn't need her for an interrogation, they went to speak about her and decide what to do and they called it. Extraction. The mission was over, she'd been made and they thought she was home because the car was out front, but she wasn't since she decided to walk to the store.

Fuck.

Her mind began working in overdrive.

Grant.

If she wasn't home they would go there next—to Grant's and they knew exactly where it was because Skye had told them. It was either that or the club. Still, she had to get to him before they did and try to explain, try to get him to come back with her.

What had Bobbi done?


DUN DUN DUN.
I don't like the sex scene, but I tried, yeah?

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