A/N: Hey everyone! The credit for this prompt goes to Salkri Kachemench - thanks! Also, I think that this fic will probably be around 15 chapters in total, but I would welcome ideas for the last couple chapters (if there are any brilliant ideas, I'm open to making it a little longer!). Finally, you all should check out "The Hole in his Armour" - there will be some Fitz/Skye in it even though it is centered around Ward/Simmons. Enjoy!

Gazing across the table, Fitz couldn't help but think that she was beautiful. Her long hair was loose around her face, contained only slightly by a blue headband, as she absentmindedly munched her breakfast - dry Cheerios. He had often made fun of her for it, but she had always shrugged it off, saying that she preferred them that way and that adding milk just made them soggy. He had rolled his eyes and said that that was the point, but there was no convincing her. In one hand, she held a SHIELD training manual which she was intently reading.

In front of him was his own breakfast - strawberry cream oatmeal. However, his favourite breakfast food just couldn't hold his attention when she was around. All he could think about was her. Her smile, her laugh, the way she crinkled her nose when he tried to explain his projects to her, the way she pretended to understand even though they both knew that she had no clue what he was saying. Really, Fitz admitted to himself as he took another bite of his toast, it was everything about her. But how do I tell her that? That question plagued him often, but he had yet to figure out a good way to broach the subject. Sighing, he picked up the pencil next to him and pulled his schematics for his current project closet. Might as well be productive while he was wallowing in melodrama.

Something hit him in the forehead. Surprised, he looked up. Everything was exactly the way it had been just seconds earlier - Skye was completely focussed on her manual and the rest of the team was nowhere to be seen. My overactive imagination. He dismissed the sensation and returned to his work. That line needed to be straight, he thought, erasing with long strokes.

Something hit his cheek. "What the…?" This time he looked up and glared at Skye who was still innocently reading. He knew that it was no longer his imagination now - she was throwing Cheerios at him!

"Excuse me, but at least one of us is attempting to work here," he broke the silence.

She looked up, her eyes wide. "I have no clue what you are talking about."

"Oh. Sure." He had barely even glanced down before he felt the small impact of another Cheerio hitting his face. "Now that's it - this is war." He declared matter-of-factly before loading up his spoon with oatmeal and launching at her. It landed in her hair and dripped down onto her shoulder.

Gasping in shocked outrage, she grabbed a handful of cereal and threw it. Fitz ducked down under the table and crawled towards the fridge, looking for more ammo. He didn't really want his whole breakfast to end up decorating Skye's hair. "Oh no you don't," she cried, leaping in front of him and pulling the door open to survey her options.

"You think that I'm going to let you win that easily?" Grabbing her around the waist, he picked her up before she had time to dodge and spun her so that he was between her and the fridge. Reaching blindly behind him, he felt around, still holding Skye at bay. His hand came in contact with some leftover spaghetti - perfect. Releasing Skye, he pulled out the slimy pasta and sent it flying in her direction before she knew what was happening.

"Oh. Now you are going to get it!" She cried, clutching at her shirt where some noodles had found their way inside. She darted to the sink and grabbed the spray extension, turning the tap on to full volume.

Fitz's eyes widened. She wouldn't. Unfortunately, he was proved wrong as a stream of lukewarm water hit him full in the face and dripped down his body. "You think that you are so smart," he growled as he ran right into the stream of water, directly towards her.

"Pretty much," she giggled, obviously enjoying the mock irritation on his wet face.

Reaching her, Fitz grabbed onto the hose and tried to wrestle it out of her grasp, his efforts sending water flying everywhere, drenching them both. "Let go," he gasped, starting to laugh.

"Never," she declared, trying to twist the hose so that it was facing him again.

"Then you deserve this." Letting go with one hand, he reached out and poked her stomach - he knew the she was ticklish there.

"Cheater!" Twisting away, she took a step backwards. However, the floor was now covered in a thin layer of water and her foot slipped. She started to fall in what seemed like slow motion. Dropping the hose immediately, Fitz grabbed at her frantically, trying to at least slow her fall. His attempt failed miserably as he slipped on the water and fell directly on top of her, catching most of his weight on his hands. "Oooff." She gasped.

"Are you okay?" His face was inches from hers and water droplets from his wet hair fell onto her forehead beneath him.

She stared at him for a second, then burst out laughing. "I'm fine," she managed in between giggles. "Bruised, maybe, but fine."

Unable to help himself, Fitz rolled off of her and lay on the wet ground next to her and cracked up as well. "We're ridiculous." He finally commented after he had caught his breath. Raising himself to one elbow, he looked at her. The droplets in her hair sparkled slightly in the soft overhead light and her face was flushed slightly from their wrestling - he had never seen her look more beautiful.

"Truce?" She asked earnestly, looking up at him.

"So you are admitting defeat?"

"Never!"

"Then," he rolled back over so that his hands were on either side of her head again and his body was overtop of hers, "I had better pin you down until you give up."

"That is not fair," she complained, but her eyes sparkled and a slight smile was on her lips.

"Say it." He flashed her his most mischievous grin.

"Then will you let me up before someone catches us?"

"We'll see…"

"Fine. You win." The words were grudging, but she said them.
"See, that wasn't that bad, was it?" She didn't reply, but he could tell that she was trying not to laugh. "And as winner, I get to collect my prize." Before he realized what he was doing, he pressed his lips to hers. They were soft, just like he had always imagined, as they melted into his with a sigh. Her arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss, letting himself be caught up in the moment. Eventually, he pulled away and got to his feet, pulling her up after him. They really didn't want to be caught in such a compromising position. "Skye?"

"Yes?" She looked at him, blushing.

Ducking his head, Fitz muttered, "I think I might like…" The rest of his sentence was cut off as she brought her lips to his again.

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