Skye sat on the edge of her bed as Simmons rummaged through her closet.

'Hey, thanks for helping me, Simmons, I appreciate it.'

Simmons popped her head out of the closet and looked at Skye.

'Hey, it's no problem, really, it's fun. Why did you ask for my help anyway?'

Skye laughed. 'Because, Simmons, you're my best friend, of course I would ask you. And besides, who else is there to ask, in case you hadn't noticed, there aren't many girls in our group. Can you imagine the glare May would have given me if I asked her?!'

Simmons let out another laugh, imagining May helping pick out clothes and gossiping. 'That's very sweet, Skye, but that's not what I meant. Why do you need help for your date? You seem so nervous.'

Skye frowned to herself, before replying, 'This is our first date. We didn't have many opportunities to do on dates, living in a secret bunker. We kind of skipped the 'getting to know each other on dates' period of our relationship and went straight to living together. I just want the date to be perfect.'

Simmons nodded, and Skye joked, 'Besides, I've had my fair share of crappy first dates.'

Simmons giggled, before replying, 'Join the club, I once went on a date with a guy who just wanted to steal blueprints from the labs.'

Skye laughed, saying, 'In high school, I went on a date where she tried to make me hack into the school system and change her grades.'

Simmons grinned, before finally deciding, 'Skye, I think this is it. Try it on.'

Meanwhile else where, Tasha stood at her bathroom mirror, applying her eyeliner with precision. She looked at herself in the mirror, and smiled. The woman she saw in the mirror was so different to who she was a year ago. She was going on a date, with a woman she lo-

With an woman she cared about so much that it hurt. Skye made her want to dress up, to wear make up, to be a girl and not a weapon.

She knew how she felt, but she couldn't face it. What if Skye got hurt. Or if she did the hurting. Tasha couldn't lose Skye, and saying those words made it so real. Sighing in frustration, she put down her makeup, and went back to her room. Grabbing her phone and purse, she went out the room, heading to the boiler room.

Skye accepted Simmons arm as she made her way down the steps to the boiler room, her legs still sore. Once she reached the bottom of the stairs, she looked around the room.

It was a quiet night down at the boiler room. Being a week day, most students were studying or sleeping of the fatigue from their classes. Skye's eyes searched the room, till she saw Tasha. She was casually lent against the bar, stirring a straw in her drink. Skye's breath caught in her throat as she observed Tasha, so beautiful. As if sensing Skye's gaze, Tasha looked up, her eyes finding Skye's, and she smiled. A smile so unrestricted, it seemed to consume Tasha's body language. Skye's heart beat started to beat harder, as Simmons whispered in her ear, 'Go get her.' Skye nodded, and thanked Simmons again, before leaving her, and walking over to Tasha.

As she walked over, Tasha took in the sight. Skye looked beautiful. Wearing a black skater skirt and a lacy black top, that seemed to only bring out the color of her eyes. Skye greeted Tasha with a hungry kiss, ignoring any stares, happy just being with Tasha.

As she pulled away, Tasha whispered breathlessly, 'You look beautiful.'

Skye smiled, before replying, 'You took the words straight out of my mouth.'

Tasha grinned, before ordering Skye a drink.

A few drinks later, their date was well under way. They were sharing stories from their missions, and laughing about the ridiculous ones.

'So you blew a hole in your plane?!' Tasha asked, incredulous.

'Yeah, and I blocked the hole with a blow up life raft. Don't tell Coulson, but I actually got the idea from a film, you know, Snakes on a Plane. You know the guy in that reminds me of Fury.'

Tasha giggled, before Skye said, 'I'm going to go to the bathroom, be right back.'

Tasha lent back, a smile gracing her lips, as she thought about Skye.

Suddenly next to her, she hears, 'Dates going well then.'

Tasha only nodded.

'You care about her,' May continued, 'Don't hurt her. I know how you feel about love.'

Tasha turned to May, 'I never what to hurt her, I just don't know how to show her how I feel.'

May only nodded, 'She knows. You need to stop thinking. Just be with her and feel. Don't make such an effort to make it perfect. It will be, on it's own.'

'Thank you, May, I won't hurt her.'

Suddenly she feels a tap on her shoulder. It was Skye.

'Hey, Tasha, you wanna go back to my dorm and get some takeout, I'm starving.'

Tasha smiled, and nodded, 'You and your stomach,' she teased, before grabbing her hand.

'Come on.'

'Okay, okay, what's the weirdest undercover op you've ever done?'

Tasha shoved a mouthful of noodles in her mouth and chewed, before answering, 'I think one of the strangest ones, for me anyway, was a kindergarten teacher. I swear my face ached for days after from all the smiling.'

Skye burst out laughing, trying to imagine Tasha, the deadly assassin, teaching little kids.

'Are you done with your food? I want to show you something.' Skye asked Tasha.

Tasha nodded, allowing Skye to lead her over to the window, which opened to the fire escape. Climbing up to the roof, she said to Tasha, 'This is where I get all cliche and act like a sappy romantic.' Tasha only grinned, knowing how it felt. Skye made Tasha want to be romantic.

When they reached the roof, Skye sat in the middle, and laid back, staring at the sky. Tasha copied her, shuffling close to Skye, and linking their hands.

'I've never told anyone this, but as a kid, I used to stargaze, for hours, I would sneak up onto the orphanage's roof. It gave me hope, like it was something I could share with my parents. I was staring at the skies, and somewhere, my parents were seeing the same stars. It made me feel connected. It's why I chose the name Skye.'

Tasha gave a gentle squeeze to her hand, letting her know she was there.

'When I went to the city, I couldn't see the stars anymore. The car emissions or something. I felt like I had lost my connection, or that it was maybe never there. I stopped looking at the stars. Until I joined the team on the bus. We were so high up in the clouds, that on my first night, I stayed up, just watching. The sky was alive with light at night. I would sneak into Mays cockpit when she was sleeping, although I'm sure she knew, and would just watch the stars. It wasn't a connection to my parents any more. It was home. I found my home in the sky, on a plane, with all the people I love.'

Skye paused, and turned to see Tasha staring at her, seemingly mesmerized at her words. She gave her a soft kiss, bringing her hand to Tasha's face, and stroking the hair from her face.

'I would come up here when it got hard. When I couldn't take the mission, being so close to you but so far away. I would come up here and watch the stars that remind me of home. You are my home, Tasha.'

Tasha had tears in the corner of her eyes, as she gazed into Skye's. She wasn't thinking, her mind consumed with everything that was Skye. The little smile when she sleeps, the scars on her stomach, the little dimple in her back, the way she wouldn't get up unless there was coffee, the way she hums whilst she works. She wasn't thinking.

'I love you.' It was a whisper, but Skye heard it in the silence of the night. 'You're my home, too.'

Skye searched her eyes, before surging into a kiss, flowing all her feelings into the action.

'I love you too,' Skye replied when she finally pulled away.

'I've felt this way for a long time, I pushed it down, I was scared of it. In our kind of life, you love fiercely or not at all, and it scared me, the strength of my feelings. I tried to pretend it wasn't there. I was lying to myself.' Tasha admitted.

Skye only grinned.

'Well, you weren't very convincing.'

Fin.

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