Author's Note: These two are so dumb, even I'm living.

Skye was so drunk she couldn't feel her toes anymore. The music was so loud she was sure she would be hearing the thump thump of the bass ringing through her ears for the next week. And she'd been dancing for so long she was drenched in sweat. It had been far too long since she'd let herself let loose like this and it felt fucking fantastic.

She leaned her head back, hitting Ward's chest as he grasped her waist from behind and trailed his lips along her neck. She didn't even care if they were caught; she was wet from all their grinding and she wanted him bad. And if the bulge pressed against her ass was any indication, he wanted her just as badly.

"Let's get out of here so I can fuck you," he growled into her ear, slipping a hand under her dress.

"Hmm, but aren't you enjoying the foreplay?" She teased, spinning around and pulling him down for a kiss.

Ward backed her up against a wall, grabbing her ass with both hands as he pulled her body against his.

Skye chuckled against his lips. "As much fun as this is in theory, I don't think giving everyone a free sex show is legal."

"There's a bathroom," he suggested.

And Skye was just drunk enough to think that was a great fucking idea.

Grabbing him by the hand, Skye pulled him towards the back of the club, hoping there wasn't a bathroom line.

"Oy, there you two are," Fitz greeted, blocking their way. If he noticed their joined hands he didn't say anything, he just threw an arm around Ward and offered him the bottle in his hand.

Ward wrapped one arm around Skye, keeping her against him, and took a drink from the bottle before offering it to Skye. She took a long drink before passing it back to Fitz, hoping he was drunk enough to go away so they could go back to finding a bathroom to fuck in.

"Am I interrupting?" Fitz asked, suddenly noticing the way Ward was holding Skye.

"Just trying to get the lady through the crowd without being groped by strangers," Ward replied with a shrug.

"How chivalrous," Fitz said with a smirk. "You two finally 'getting along'?" He teased suggestively.

"Not as well as Simmons was with that bartender," Ward whistled. "I always knew that girl had some mad game but seeing it in action…"

"Oh yeah, she's a closet freak," Skye said seriously, playing along.

Ward was a genius; get Fitz riled up about Simmons so he'd go pick a fight to get him out of their hair.

He was so getting a blowjob for this later.

"I say good for her; someone besides Hunter and Bobbi should get laid on this trip," Skye added with a grin as she took the bottle from Fitz and took another drink.

"I don't care who Simmons does!" Fitz cried defensively, his cheeks red.

"No one said you did, Fitzy," Skye cooed, reaching out to cup his cheek fondly. "You don't secretly love Simmons, we all know that," she assured in her best soothing tone.

"I do not! She's a pain in my arse! I hate her!"

"Of course you do, buddy. She's a self-righteous know-it-all who is not as smart as you are." Ward nodded compassionately.

"Damn right she is! And let me tell you something; I can do better than her! And it's pretty pathetic that she thinks she can make me jealous by snogging random blokes!"

"It's so, so sad," Skye agreed.

"You know what? I'm going to find her and give her a piece of my mind!"

"You do that," Ward encouraged, giving him a slap on the back. "And you don't come back until you tell her off good!"

"Aye!" He cried before storming off into the crowd.

Skye draped her arms around Ward's waist as they watched him approached Simmons at the bar. Within seconds they were engaged in a heated shouting match that cut through the loud music.

"We're going to hell," Skye muttered, shaking her head.

Ward wrapped his arms around her with a smile and pressed his cheek to hers while rocking her in place. "It'll be worth it once they finally get together, like we did," he whispered, kissing her cheek. "Speaking of which," he tickled her side, sending her jumping into the air.

"Ward!" She squealed as he pulled her into the hallway.

Once they were alone she wrapped her arms around his neck kissed him, pulling him into the first doorway they found. She was pleased to find it was a supply closet and the door had a lock.

"So, do you really think thanks to us Fitzsimmons will be doing this soon?" Skye teased as she let him press her against the door.

"Babe, you can't fake that kind of hate," he whispered, running his hands down her sides. "Look at us, we loathed each other and that was real, but so was this passion we both felt but didn't want to admit to until we started getting along. I guarantee you, if we gave them enough of a push they'll be fucking all over that lab of theirs."

"Willing to wager on it?" Skye teased, pulling him closer.

"I'm willing to do anything you want me to, sweetheart."

"If they're not together in six months, you get down on your knees where you belong and put that mouth of yours to good use; and if they are I will give you the best blowjob of your life. We'll even lock them in a closet to see what happens."

"You're hot when you're being devious," he moaned, kissing her. "Deal."

"Good," she whispered, slipping her panties off. "Now get to work."