Author's Note: So… that finale Ward-wise was…not pleasant for me. Besides Kara dying who I never really cared for (not surprisingly considering who I ship) it really went in the opposite way I wanted it to for Ward. Oh well. On a positive we hit 100 follows and 50 favs for this story which is pretty awesome. Just a few reviews away from hitting 50 on that too so hopefully this chapter is worth three, aha aha.
Again rated M people, skip it if you don't like the graphic stuff.
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Late that night…
When Ward answered the knocking at his door to find Skye on the other side he was thrilled and terrified. Her wide eyed expression gave the impression that he wasn't the only one unable to control his choices these days. A small smile played on his lips as he wordlessly took a step back, allowing her to pass by him in silence. She remained quiet, arms wrapped around herself as she considered his newly acquired living quarters.
She looked so small, something he hadn't seen in a while. Since his betrayal she was always stubbornly tenacious and dangerous in front of him. She'd never once appeared scared or fragile where he could see it, not since she found out the truth of his loyalties that day.
The curve of his mouth straightened itself as he considered the hunched set of shoulders and the hands gripping nervously.
"What's wrong?" His voice barely intruded on the room's stillness. She shook her head without responding, attention seemingly focused on his perfect militarily-made bed. "Skye?"
"I don't want them to take me again." The volume of her response matched his in its quietness. Steeling himself, Ward took the step separating them and ever so slowly slid his arms around her torso. Sighing, when instead of freezing or pulling away, Skye sank back into him, with a little sigh of her own. Bowing his back he dropped his chin onto her shoulder, doing his best to use his size to comfort her. "I'm scared, Grant."
If he hadn't had his head tucked into the crook of her neck he'd have missed her confession. He felt suddenly, viciously, relentlessly, protective of her. Her small frame tucked into his like it had been when they were trapped in the collapsed base together. When her teeth had been chattering, her body shaking, her skin snow cold and shivering in the dark.
The gears in his head started shifting into specialist mode. That Hunter had said they had a fair number of troops, that after the first wave had failed the leader, Gonzales, was planning on hitting them even harder. Well, Ward was here to handle any extra force, and they had lost their element of surprise thanks to the Englishman.
He would not let this fake batch of rejects take her, hurt her. They'd never get by him. Never see him coming.
Never make a sound as they died.
Realizing belatedly that she was silent and he hadn't answered he tightened his hold, hoping the strength in his arms, the protection his body offered, that all of this was conveyed in the flexing of his hold on her.
"No one's going to do anything to you." He promised. "They won't be able to catch you off guard again. We'll work on your control every day until they show up. The Team will not let them take you."
"I don't want anyone getting hurt because of me." Had she butted the back of her head on his shoulder when she said anyone? Was she worried about him? Or was it about what he might do?
He had a hard time determining this while he was holding her. Everything else was dropping away. She shifted against him and his throat jerked out a swallow. Ward was sure Skye could feel his traitorous heart beating into her spine. She dropped chilled hands to his bare forearms and drew them tightly around her, till there was no space between their bodies remaining.
"We just," he answered, heartbeat quickening "need to stick together. Pieces solving a puzzle."
He felt her nod as those cold hands moved down his wrists till they covered half of his much larger ones. Gripping tightly she forced an unresisting hand towards the hemline of the pajama pants she wore. His fingers grazed the warm stomach muscles beneath the fabric, as her other hand guided his hold northward. Another sigh passed her lips as he massaged one hand over her breast while the other hand made torturously slow advances under the elastic of her base layer.
Pulling her snugly against his chest he hummed deeply when she rolled her hips into him, causing him to harden further. Skye pulled her hair out of the way and Ward lost no time in running his teeth and tongue from the crook to the shell of her ear and back. Finally latching his teeth onto the reddened skin of her throat as he dipped a finger into her warmth.
Grant reveled in the hitching breathless note that made its way from her, how her hands clutched at his forearms as she pressed into him as much as she could. He worked the skin in his mouth as he did that which was under his fingertips. He could feel her drawing in haggard breaths as he rotated his thumb over a nipple and slipped another finger inside.
The animal inside howled for him to tug all pieces of clothing blocking his path to her out of the way, rip, tear, remove without delay. The cold analytical aspect reasoned that she had come here quite obviously looking for release and that his body was wound tight till breaking.
But the part of him that belonged to Skye stilled his movements. Drew fingers away from her warmth and lips from her neck.
"Skye." He began, voice haggard. "It shouldn't be like this, when you're…you're…"
Emotionally Compromised. Short-circuiting time bomb.
Skye turned in his hold, fisting his shirt in her hands she tugged down, making her wishes clear. He looked at her uncertainly, not realizing the depth of his frown until she reached up and smoothed her fingers between his brows first, and then over his forehead. The corner of his mouth twitched and he allowed his face to be pulled down until he felt light kisses being placed where her fingers had already traveled.
Butterfly touches floated down to a cheekbone, the corner of his twitching lips, before landing home on his mouth. He couldn't stop his jaw from working open and deepening the kiss, or his teeth from nipping at her bottom lip before it was sucked into his mouth. She made little sounds of approval while she ran steadily warming fingers through his hair.
Stopping himself for what felt like the millionth time he pressed his forehead to hers.
And am I going to get any credit for this? Of course not.
"I need you to make me feel safe, Ward." Her voice sounded husky in the near dark of the room. "Do you know how scary that is for me? Knowing I need you to make me feel safe? To need you period."
He broke.
Long fingers plunged into the fabric along her hips shoving both layers down her thighs. Matching his sudden speed, she flung her shirt over her head as he did the same with his borrowed one. Stilling her grab for the hem of his sweats he gazed at her. The low light made the warmth of her skin glow. Each soft curve made ethereal in his sight.
Leaning down he caught her mouth and walked her back till her legs hit the little bed. His hands roving worshipfully over the smooth skin of her back and sides. Before she could begin to lay back he turned them, and shucking off the last of his own clothing sat on the creaking mattress, pulling her on top of him.
"Hmmm." Her lips vibrated against his as she smiled into the kiss. "Thought for sure you'd want to be on top."
"You want to feel safe." He said, planting another soft kiss before laying back. "Safety is in control."
"Is that so?" She breathed, her eyes tracking the lines of his body. He nodded and their eyes locked.
After being controlled, he was showing her in the only way he knew how that he trusted her more than anyone. Her eyes never left his as she rose up and guided him inside her. Ward's hands clenched into the flesh of her hips as his eyes snapped shut. He could hear Skye's shuddering breaths as she circled her hips, attempting to encompass every inch of him.
Ward ground his teeth together, doing his best to keep his word as she rocked on top of him. He watched in amazement as her head tipped back, dark hair cascading behind her, eyes closed, smiling past the bottom lip she had tucked between her teeth. His nerve endings were exploding as the light around them made her skin warm honey. She quickened her pace, trusting in him to keep up, and he refused to let her down.
He grasped her thighs and hips, rising to meet her, but letting her dictate the speed. Vaguely aware of the growling noises that tore from his throat as she rode him unabashedly. Her body pulsed and shook with her movements and while he knew he should be concerned with the chance of her losing control, in reality it only made him thrust into her harder with each passing moment.
The noises that escaped her throat, the way her walls constricted around him, he knew Skye was close. Her eyes opened and chips of obsidian looked down at him over golden blushed cheeks, without a word or gesture he was rolling them over. Hitching one of her legs higher on his hip he changed angle and pace as she clung to his ribs.
It was like plunging into the sun and when she began to shudder and gasp his name, Grant could only hold on until he knew she had came before quickly following with his own release. His arms felt like iron bars to either side of her and after taking several gulping breaths of air he was able to once again open his eyes.
She looked completely serene, her eyes still closed, fingers making lazy strokes along his ribs. Humming notes quietly escaping as her walls pulsed around him and the muscles in her thighs twitched against his hips. Afraid to break this perfect moment, he slowly bent down and placed a kiss on her slightly swollen mouth, the little humming vibrations tickling his lips as she returned it.
Damn it, I still love her.
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Skye awoke some time later, a warm weight resting along her waist. A large hand clasped lightly between the two of hers. Memories rushed back to her and with them the dual feelings of happiness and fear. So many things could go wrong with this, but then again the same was true with any relationship. She never even considered if a relationship was indeed what Ward would want. It's what he had always wanted.
Wasn't it?
His breathing was deep and measured against her back and she allowed a smile to ghost across her lips. The man did not lack in skill or attention to detail. She bit her lip a little remembering, that after the first time, he had kissed her from mouth to middle. Which had led to the next couple of times happening until Skye was too liquid to be worried about much of anything, especially when Ward was laying beside her.
Even when he had her at her most vulnerable and the only thing in his expression was lust and something else that made her heart trip in its cage. She was still aware of the danger that moved just below the surface. The hands that slid delicately over and inside her, the arms that held her, the legs that were entangled at this moment with her own. All of these pieces were capable of incredible violence and destruction.
Before, this would have terrified her, but now her own limbs were just as, or even more capable of the same. The predator that slept peacefully behind her was only a threat to those it hunted. Ward had made terrible decisions not all of which could be blamed on Garrett and brainwashing. But if she were honest Skye knew the same could have easily happened to her.
She looked down at the hand she held, and considered the spidery red lines, quickly turning to scar tissue, along the knuckles. She'd forgotten to ask him what he'd done to make that happen. Tracing the marks led her to the many others that covered his hand and continued on to those along his arms.
The man really can take a beating.
Skye mused, as he sighed and snuggled further into her back, his breath raising the flesh of her neck where his stubble scratched pleasantly. His arm tightened its grasp and she smiled as the hand fisted and tucked itself under her breasts. Closing her eyes and concentrating she could instantly pick out his sound amongst all the others in the room.
Last night, when he was inside her, it was like she was a part of him, or that he was a part of her, their tones harmonized until she could no longer discern a difference between the two. Branching out from the now familiar sound at her back she tried to pick up anything else in the base.
From working with Ward, Simmons, and Fitz, she had been experimenting with using her power to hone in on the different frequency each team member had. Figuring it couldn't hurt to be able to pick out their location if needed.
It seemed everyone but May was sleeping, no that wasn't true, Coulson was in his room but pacing. Being director was in no way a job she'd ever want. Not that she had to worry about that with her new 'imhuman' designation.
"You're thinking so loudly it woke me up." A voice muttered along the shell of her ear causing her to jump.
"Sorry." She whispered, grinning a little as he grumbled and stretched against her.
"Hmm." He murmured, placing slow kisses along her neck. "S-alright, bout time to get up anyway."
"It's close to five?" She asked, chuckling when he huffed a yes into her hair. "Aren't you usually more of a morning person? Specialist extraordinaire?" He gave her a quick squeeze before moving away to lie on his back. She felt the loss of contact like the amputation of a limb. Without thinking she rolled around to come along his side, pillowing her head on the space between his bicep and chest.
A happy rumbling noise vibrated against her ear as one of his hands came up to dance the length of her spine with his fingertips, the other hand interlacing with one of her own. Lights at the Playground never went completely out and Skye could see twin stars of illumination from his eyes as he looked at the ceiling.
"You're not wrong." He replied, his fingers brushed whatever bundle of nerves it was that resided near the top of her spine causing her to shiver from shoulder blades to shins.
"Ugh! God what is that?" She complained, jerking a hand free to smack his chest in irritation.
"I don't know." He laughed, not even having the decency to flinch when she smacked him again. "But I love it."
"Oh really?" She grumbled, trying to keep a straight face as he smiled down at her.
"It's so involuntary, and adorable."
"I am a highly trained field agent!" She responded poking him in the ribs without much reaction. "I am not adorable! I am fierce and a badass and and…"
"Mighty?"
"Yes! Thank you! Mighty."
"Absolutely." He said grinning down at her. Narrowing her eyes she rose up on an elbow and considered him.
"You're pushing it Super Spy."
He simply smiled back at her, unconcerned.
Until with all the speed she could muster Skye ran deftly wiggling fingers along his neck and behind his ears. A few spasms and curses later they had entered into a full on tickle war that had Skye laughing till she cried.
Quick rapping, as ever, interrupted them and Skye pressed her face into Ward's shoulder as May's quiet voice came through the door.
"The two of you get dressed. Coulson wants to talk tactics."
"Be there ASAP May." Skye replied as neutrally as possible. Silence met her response and the two waited several minutes before they were sure the other woman had left.
"We worried about that?" Ward asked, looking at her through pinched brows. Reflexively she reached up and smoothed out the furrow as she answered.
"The team's reaction to this?" She said with a gesture between them, shrugging with his answering nod. "Not enough to…" She struggled, watching the light play through the whiskey caramel color of his eyes, she cared very much what every member of this team was feeling.
This pull to Ward though, was somehow stronger now than it had been before the fall of S.H.I.E.L.D. She didn't know if it was because of her own powers or that maybe some part of her had always known there was something he was holding back.
"To stop?" He finished for her with a knowing look and smile.
"Right, just don't, you know antagonize them."
"How would I do that?"
"Seriously?" She said, eyes widening incredulously, Ward could sometimes be, delusional, obsessive, homicidal, but he was never stupid.
"What?" He asked too innocently, leaning in and running his tongue along her throat. "Don't be happy? Ecstatic? Thrilled?"
"No be all of those, just in a stoic and unassuming way." Her voice sounded strained as he continued his ministrations on her neck.
"So you're saying no public displays of affection?" He rumbled into her ear, nicking the shell with his teeth. Shifting them so that he covered her in a delightfully heavy way, his still naked body eliciting several vivid flashbacks that made her arch into him slightly.
"Exactly." Did she sound as breathless as she thought she did?
Stupid, sexy, stubble-faced, jackass.
"No hand holding, or pet names? Don't call you baby, press you up against the nearest wall and kiss you till you can't breathe, or fuck you till you can't stand?" He bit lightly on her earlobe and rocked his hips into her, showing he was all too ready for a demonstration. Clinging desperately to her train of thought Skye pushed determinedly on his shoulder until he rose up enough to look down at her. A smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"Do not ever call me baby." She said seriously.
"Why?" He asked, smile growing at her expression.
"It's creepy, it sounds all greasy and douchebaggie." She argued, shoving at his broad shoulders until he rolled away laughing. "Now come on we have to get going." She commanded, finally getting to her feet with a slight wobble that made him chuckle behind her.
"Problems honey?" He teased, leisurely taking in her naked form.
"None worth mentioning, dear." She muttered back, looking around for hastily flung clothing.
"Good to know sweetheart." He sighed happily, lying back amongst the covers.
"Hey old man, shake a leg." She ordered, picking up and discarding his pair of sweats, finding her 'Frak Hydra' shirt she pulled it unceremoniously over her head.
She met his incredulous gaze and watched a little too raptly as he climbed to a standing position in a few, controlled, smooth movements. She couldn't seem to pull her eyes away from the long rangy lines of his body as he stepped towards her, or from the ever darkening shade of his eyes.
"You going back to your room to shower?" He questioned, stopping in front of her, his hands going to the bare skin of her hips.
"Mhmmm." She breathed, running fingers that barely trembled along his arms.
"You sure?" He asked, backing her slowly against the nearest wall. She only nodded a little until he captured her mouth and scooping her up pressed against her, securing her neatly to the smooth structure at her back. She whimpered a little into his mouth when Ward's thumb drifted under the shirt along her thigh.
He pulled the shirt back off over her head and she only thought momentarily about refusing before his mouth closed over her breast and all thoughts quickly fled. She was beginning to rock her hips into him when he stopped.
"Well then, I'll see you out there."
"Hmm huh, what?" She asked, her lids opening heavily as he sat her carefully back on her feet.
"And I'm keeping the shirt." He continued, pointedly tossing the garment into his open duffel bag atop the little dresser.
"I-you…you're an ass!" She laughed as he dodged away from her halfhearted swing at his head.
After redressing and a few more kisses Skye was finally able to make it back to her room.
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So that's a shorter chapter than I usually do but I just kind of wanted to give those two a break after that Skyeward-ly heinous season finale. The mission and team hijinks will continue next week I'm sure. Let me know what you think, the more reviews the more I feel like I'm headed in the right direction, and well I'm an attention whore so there's that too. Thanks again to all of you that follow and favorite!