Author's Note: [twirls evol moustache]

"You're trouble, you know that?" Ward teased, pressing a kiss to her neck as he tucked himself back in.

Skye rolled her eyes. If anyone was trouble here it was him. She shoved her boobs back into her bra and did her best to adjust things so they wouldn't pop out; all of which Ward watched with a dazed look on his face.

"Idiot," she muttered, shaking her head.

Once they were both decent, Skye poked her head out to make sure the coast was clear.

"I mean it," he whispered, wrapping his arms around her. "If we keep doing this I'm going to fall in love with you."

Skye ignored the burning in her cheeks and glanced back at him with a smirk. "Then I guess we're both in trouble."

Before he could respond she stepped into the hallway and made her way back to the dance floor with a smile. She could feel him rushing after her but she didn't turn back. Just because they were both catching feelings didn't mean she still wasn't going to make him work for it.

"Babe," he growled, finally catching up to her. His arms were around her, face buried in her neck, and she couldn't hide the huge smile on her lips.

"Holy shit, you guys!" Jemma squealed in delight.

They glanced up to find their friends in a group near the bar watching them in amusement.

"Smile you two," Kate warned before snapping pictures on her phone.

"Assholes," Skye muttered with a sigh before meeting Ward's eyes.

"They already know," he said with a shrug, reaching for her hand.

She was going to kill them all.

"Fine, Ward and I are dating," she announced, taking his hand.

"We know!" Trip, Kate, and Hunter said in unison.

"About fucking time!" Fitz cheered.

"You owe me fifty bucks!" Nat informed Clint.

"And you owe me a hundred!" Mack added.

"How long?" Jemma inquired.

"I told you I heard them going at it." Hunter winked in their direction.

Bobbi rolled her eyes. "I cannot believe I'm married to you."

"Not anymore, love; but I'm willing to fix that."

Bobbi snorted. "I'm not drunk enough for that."

"Do you want to be?"

"I hate you all," Skye growled before pouting as Ward kissed the top of her head.

"Want me to kill them for you, babe?"

"No, but we can do it together."

"That's what I love about you," he whispered, kissing her temple.

"Aww, look at how cute they are." Jemma looked ready to cry.

"Two Scotches, straight up," Skye ordered, pulling Ward to the bar. This was why she hadn't wanted to tell them. And it would only get worse as the night went on.

"I hope you two didn't just make a baby in that closet," Kate teased.

"No, we made one last night in our room after Bobbi and Hunter made one in the elevator," Ward replied dryly. "Oh, and Nat's the godmother, not you."

Kate rolled her eyes. "Please, you love me."

"That would be a first," Hunter muttered at Bobbi's side.

"Not here," Bobbi pleaded, sharing a pained look with Hunter before downing a shot.

With guilt lining his features, Hunter reached for her hand. Bobbi leaned into him, kissing the top of his head as he linked their fingers together.

"I'm sorry, love," he whispered, lifting their joined hands to his lips and kissing her knuckles.

"So, how long have you two been back together?" Mack inquired, doing his best not to smile at the canoodling pair. "And before you try to lie; did ya'll think we wouldn't notice you only booked one room?" He teased.

Now it was Bobbi's turn to be annoyed.

"We're married, we're allowed to have one room," Hunter scowled, motioning for another round.

"You're divorced."

"For now."

All eyes were on Bobbi now and she rolled her eyes at Hunter.

"I said I'd think about it, not that I'd do it."

"You know, we are in Vegas," Kate suggested eagerly.

"No," Bobbi insisted, reaching for Hunter's drink. "We've had two weddings, Lance, we're not having a third. If, and that's a big 'if', we get married again it'll be at City Hall."

"See, she's thinking about it," Hunter toasted with a smile, stealing Clint's drink.

"Can I kill him?" Clint growled.

Nat wrapped her arms around him lovingly. "Only when Bobbi asks us too."

"Good," Clint muttered, sure it would happen eventually.

"I didn't say 'yes'," Bobbi pouted, letting Hunter pull her between his legs.

"You didn't say 'no' either. And Kate's right. This is Vegas, it's just like City Hall but open on a Saturday."

"I hate you."

"I think that's a 'yes'!" Hunter threw his fist in the air like he was fucking Judd Nelson.

"It's not."

"But it's a 'maybe'."

"Can we just get another bottle?" Bobbi called to the bartender. "I'm going to need it."

Skye leaned into Grant, grateful that Mack had shifted the attention away from them. It was much more fun to watch the Bobbi and Hunter show than it was to be the target of these nine assholes.

"You want another drink?" Grant asked, toying with her hair.

Skye checked the time. It was after midnight, and they'd been drinking since dinner, but she'd sobered up since they'd slipped off for their closet adventure.

"One more and then can we get a burger and fries? I'm starving."

"You can have two burgers if you want," he said, kissing her cheek as he wrapped both arms around her.

Skye closed her eyes contently.

Oh yes, he was definitely trouble.