I was staring at the conversation between Coulson and Ward intently. I couldn't hear anything that they were saying but I was certain it wasn't good considering the facial expressions that Coulson kept sending towards Ward. I couldn't help the pool of anger that kept brewing in me whenever Coulson would grab Ward just a little too roughly for my taste. I knew of the abuse he suffered, so did Garrett, but nobody else. Nobody knew how good of an actor he was whenever somebody would get a little too rough with him and he would hold the fear and anger inside, bury it, and never let it out.

"You know you can't protect him." May said as I turned my gaze away from them.

"I know, I shouldn't even care." I told her with my eyes glued to the table.

"We don't choose to care. We can only choose whether someone's worth it. Is he?" May said as she placed a tentative hand over mine.

I wanted to say "no." My brain wanted to say no. I knew with every logical fiber of my being he's well beyond any help we could give him, but my heart screams "yes." I don't know which to listen to. I know Ward cares about me, but I also know that it won't take much convincing from Garrett to make Ward turn on us again.

I shuddered as the many ways of killing Garrett filter through my mind. I don't why I was becoming more violent, or why AC was suddenly becoming more irritable. AC, I haven't called him that in a while. Why haven't I? I'm ripped by my thoughts at the sudden burning sensation on my hand.

I jerk my hand from May's grasp and try to soothe the ache. What just happened? Why was my hand burning? It never burned when Grant touched me. Trip placed his hand on my shoulder with a look of concern etched across his face. My shoulder burned, I still don't know what's happening. I wretch myself from his grasp and I storm off from the table. I was freaking out. I walked over to Ward and Coulson, AC, I mean.

"-It's located in Missouri. You'll find files that will tell you all you need to know." I hear Ward say as he forces Coulson's hand down from the pointing accusation. I don't know why I want to slap that hand down as hard as I can and force Coulson away from Ward.

Coulson looks haggard, angry. The blue eyes that showed a fatherly love towards me where now deep oceans of anger and confusion. I guess it's warranted though, S.H.I.E.L.D. was his whole life and we were talking to the man that helped to destroy it. I should be just as angry he is and want to bury Ward in the grave he dug himself. I don't want to bury him though, I want him to hold me and kiss me, and run his hands through my hair. Everyone else's touch burns me but his sends me comfort and love and security.

"Skye, tell May to get the jet prepped and have Fitz and Trip check the gear. We're going to Saint Charles, Missouri." Coulson ordered as he started walking back to his room at a breakneck pace.

I turn my attention back to Ward to see him staring off into space again. I take his hand in mine and it doesn't burn, just like I thought it wouldn't. I don't know why his touch is the only one that doesn't cause me any pain, but I don't care as he wraps me in his arms again and plants a kiss in my hair. I would stay like this forever if I could, just be showered by his affections. His hand starts rubbing a pattern across my lower back and I feel a warm sensation wash over me. My head melts into his chest and I feel my legs getting weak. If he carried me back to the bed in our room and laid us down I don't know if I'd be able to stay awake.

Why does he effect on me? Why does everyone else's touch hurt but his soothe? Why can't I go longer than a few hours without his touch? This never happened before I kissed him. I never had these sensations. Sure, I had feelings for a little while, but I never had this, addiction, to his touch. It's like every time he holds me I get this feeling of warmth and security. I just want to sleep in his arms and leave everyone else behind.

He tilts my head up and looks me in the eye, I still get weak-kneed whenever I realize just how tall he is. I'm not short, I stand about as tall as Coulson, but Ward is just so tall. I plant a heavy kiss on his lips and try to force my tongue through his lips. How did he have this effect on me?

I didn't care about the fact that everyone was in Coulson's room and gearing up for whatever it is we're doing in Missouri, I just needed Ward right now. I grabbed his shirt and started tugging him towards the room we slept in earlier. I fumbled with the key in my pocket as I refused to let my lips leave his. I managed to open the door and dragged him inside.

I threw him against the closed door with strength I didn't know I had. He must've lost a few pounds, the stress did seem to be getting to him. I grab the hem of his shirt and start forcing it up his torso. As soon as he shed the shirt he was wearing I was grabbing at his abdomen and pulling him as close to my body as I could.

I shrugged off my shirt and his hands went to work on the clasp of my bra. I was moaning into his mouth. My body was so responsive to his touch I couldn't believe I was able to go through training and not jump his bones at some point. He throws the bra onto the table and cups one of my breasts in his hand. I gasp at the contact.

His lips start trailing down my jaw line and onto my neck. My nerves start ringing at his slightest touch, now they're on fire. His lips find my pulse point and the gentleness he normally has with me is gone. He bites and tugs at the sensitive spot on my neck and I can't suppress the guttural moan that escapes my lips.

I start trying to wriggle us out of our pants and get closer to the bed but Grant's ahead of me. He grips my ass tightly and pulls me up towards his face where he assaults my lips once more. I automatically wrap my legs around him and he walks us to the bed where he literally throws me down on the mattress. My sex is clenching almost painfully at the anticipation of what he's got planned for me.

This is a side of Grant I could get used to: angry, ready, needing me to fulfill the desire I could see making itself obvious in his pants. He sets to work quickly on undoing my jeans and pulling them down with my underwear at the same time. I'm falling apart at the seams as Grant works me over like an animal. I lift myself up from the bed and lace my arms tightly around his neck and shove my tongue in his mouth and kick his tongue's ass. This wasn't lovemaking, this was primal. I wanted sex and the closest attractive male was Ward.

This was a lie I tried to tell myself as he wrapped his mouth around a stiff nipple and sucked hard and lightly teethed it. My back arched and liquid heat was pooling at my core. His other hand roughly caressed my other breast and my eyes struggled to stay open. He stopped his menstruations and started kissing along my abdomen to where I really needed him.

He started with his tongue, that damn velvet tongue that I might've ripped out of him at an earlier point but now want to put on a pedestal and give it an award. He was licking my clit savagely and shoving two fingers into my core. My body is squirming from his attentions and I'm focused on nothing but the myriad of sensations that are rippling through me. After a few more seconds of his work and my brain wipes blank as my first orgasm ripples through me and I'm screaming out his name. I don't care that May or Coulson can hear us, I care even less whether anyone else can for that matter.

I grab him by the shoulders and drag him up to my mouth and I kiss him with nothing but carnal hunger. I wrap my legs around his torso and flip him over. I start kissing my way down his chiseled face and neck making sure to spend some time roughly sucking on his pulse point. I can feel his package throbbing in his jeans and I start trailing my lips down his torso taking adequate time to admire his abs.

I make quick work of his belt and boxers and I see him in all his glory. He's beautiful at this angle and I can't stop myself from unconsciously licking my lips. I grip his firm erection in my hand and I pump furiously, getting myself off to the grunts and groans he makes as his fists tightly clench the bed sheets.

"Skye," he breathes out huskily. "If you don't stop that, we're not gonna get too far with this."

I don't need telling twice as I slowly lift myself up to his face, making sure to rub the head of his erection across the skin of my bare stomach until it hit where it needed to be. I didn't waste any time in savoring it, I impaled myself on him and forgot the rest of the world for a few minutes. There nothing but Grant's touch, his words, and his scent.

I pumped like a woman possessed and buried my head into the crook of his neck to stifle the moans that were trying to escape my throat. I was close, so was Grant as he pulled my face towards his and assaulted my lips once again. I was moaning into his mouth loudly and my mind was incoherent. I couldn't form a thought if I wanted to. We came together and I bit down on Ward's lips roughly. I tasted the sweet metallic taste of blood and rode out my orgasm for as long as I could.

Spent, I laid my head on Ward's chest and closed my exhausted eyes. I wanted to sleep now, I wanted to just lie here with Grant and rest. The taste of his blood was still in my mouth and I could feel my core starting to ache with want again. This isn't right, I should feel bad for making him bleed, not turned on.

Ward lifted us off of the bed and set me onto my feet. I was unsteady and Ward put his hands on my shoulders to keep me stable. I couldn't stifle the laughter that escaped me as I leaned my head into Grant's chest. We dressed silently and stood at the door. I was debating whether it was safe to go out there or not. I know May and Coulson heard us, Fitz and Simmons might have. Trip's a specialist so no doubt he heard. Ward turned around from the door and his eyes were shining with an emotion I wasn't used to seeing directed at me.

"I love you." Ward said as he planted a kiss to the top of my head.

"I love you too." I said sheepishly. My eyes shot wide as I thought about what I said. I can't love him. He's going to go jail and I'm never gonna see him again, that's the truth, I can't love him. Tears were threatening to start spilling from my eyes as he wrapped me in his arms.

The tears started falling silently and I had to fight my body to control the shaking. He's a murderer and I'm in love with him. Just my luck, the one person I want to be with above everyone else, is a murdering psychopath that's going to be sent to jail after HYDRA's dealt with. I shouldn't care what happens to him. I shouldn't want to hurt anyone that tries to take him away.

What's happening to me? Is the stress of everything finally starting to get to me or was I always this possessive? Coulson was different too. I leave it to the stress, but I know Coulson can handle most anything. Something's happening to us and I'm scared of what it's doing to me. I'm clingy to Ward like an obsessive girlfriend and Coulson's losing his temper more often. I think Simmons needs to give us a look over.

Ward wipes my tears away and kisses my lips softly. "We need to see if they're ready to go." He says as he takes my hand we leave the room.

Coulson was standing outside the door with his arms crossed. He didn't look happy. Ward was emotionless but he never released my hand. I didn't want him too either. I craved his touch. It was a weakness I've never known. Everyone else's touch burned, but Grant's was soothing, comforting. I wanted him to wrap me in his arms and never let me go.

"If you two are done, it's time to go." Coulson said deadpanned and walked away with a fervor to his step.

We walked to the van and May grabbed the ICER from her holster and turned to Ward. "Get in." She said coldly.

As soon as we're in the van I waste no time getting into Ward's arms and laying my head on his chest. I needed his warmth right now, this was getting unbearable. May shot him in the forehead and whatever's in the ICER bullets spread across the inside of his skin and Ward was forced into a nap. I figured if he was gonna sleep on the way to the landing strip, I could at least do the same. I was so tired all the time, like my body was always running on fumes. I've had plenty to eat, drink, but all I really wanted was to curl up into Grant's arms and sleep forever. It seemed like a stupid idea, sleeping in the arms of a murderer who was probably just biding his time until they hand him a gun and then everyone around me is going to drop dead.

I didn't care though, I was just too tired to care about what they thought of me or Grant. I was wrapped in his arms, they were curled around my body and I felt relief. I felt warm, safe, and protected from everyone. Their touches burned, caused pain, Grant's brought warmth, pleasure, and comfort whenever I needed it.

The monotone of his heartbeat lulled me into a quick, deep sleep. My brain was finally at ease. I could still feel the collective stares of everyone in the van pardon Trip and Fitz who were busy being the driver and navigator respectively.

I'm guessing, but I assume Coulson was staring at Ward more than he was me. May was probably still hurt from her and Ward's affair a while back. Simmons and Fitz are scared out of their minds, with very good reason. They've no doubt found Koenig's body in Providence, it's probably why they're in LA.

Trip's the oddball, I don't know his stake in this. He trained with Garrett just the same as Ward. For all we knew, Trip was another sleeper agent who was with us just in case Ward failed. I don't know Trip all that well so maybe the betrayal wouldn't be so hurtful. He's just a replacement for Ward. Coulson's whole reason for even having Ward on this van and not putting a bullet between his eyes is the fact that we need someone with information on the location.

Ward has information that Coulson needs, but what happens when that river runs dry?