Skye woke up at midnight. They had checked into the hotel at 4 in the afternoon and after they talked and made up twice, she had fallen asleep, exhausted from a trying few days. So much for their time off being relaxing. She knew it was her fault for running off, and she was touched that he had come after her, but now their time was almost up.
"You're thinking too loudly," Grant murmured, still half asleep.
"I'm hungry," she said turning in his arms to face him.
"What time is it?" he asked.
"Midnight," she replied glumly, knowing the chance of them finding a snack now was slim. "I left my pop tarts in the van, and I doubt anything is open now."
"They have room service here," he said, now more coherent and hungry himself.
"Yeah, but the kitchen closed hours ago," she reminded him.
"But they have a kitchen," he hinted.
"But it's CLOSED," she insisted.
"Babe, I have broken into the Kremlin, I think I could manage a late night kitchen raid," he winked at her and her eyes lit up.
"Bad girl shenanigans!" she called excitedly jumping out of bed.
He gave her an eye roll and got out of bed, ready to go forage for his love.
"But what about your whole no stealing thing," she suddenly thought out loud.
"You can't hack their billing system and add a few things to our bill?" he asked.
"You think of everything." She grinned pulling on a black turtle neck and black pants, "I'm ready for stealth mode."
Grant had thought he would go on his own, but the excitement on her face told him he would have backup. He pulled on some clothes and got ready for their mission. It was as easy as he thought it would be to find the kitchen. In no time at all, he had whipped up sliders, while Skye flitted through the kitchen humming the mission impossible theme. In her jaunt around the kitchen she had found some ice cream in the deep freeze. They ate their snack quickly, and worked together to get all the evidence washed and put away. It wasn't until they were walking down the service hall to leave that they were caught.
"You're not supposed to be here," called a bellboy, clearly just out of high school.
"I'm sorry," Skye immediately said, frowning at the boy, "My husband has a really bad sleep walking habit. I talked to the manager about it and he said no one would bother him, being the youngest senator in California history, I thought his privacy would be respect here."
"I'm so sorry, Ma'am, I had no idea, Mr. Senator, sir please excuse me," the boy mumbled.
"Don't talk to him. He is sleeping. Don't you know it is dangerous to wake a person who is sleep waking! You had better get out of here and back to your post," she replied, with barely suppressed mirth. The boy turned and practically ran back the way he had come. "Come on, honey," she turned to a shocked Grant, quickly pulling him to the elevators before anyone else stopped them.
When they got back to the room, Skye collapsed on the bed in a fit of giggles.
"Where on earth did that come from?" Grant asked, flopping down beside her.
"I was think about a back story the whole time, that was what I came up with," she replied.
"Senator?" he asked amused by her imagination.
"You always seem a little powerful and authoritative in a suit," she explained.
"I see, and the husband bit?"
"Well a senator sneaking around with his girlfriend is news, but an annoyed wife is just everyday occurrence."
"And you thought I thought of everything," he chuckled.
"Well, maybe we are a good team then," she smiled. "You think of everything and I think of everything else."
"Sounds good to me," Grant smiled, leaning in to kiss his clever girl.
A/N: Quick little update, because I was thinking they would wake up in the middle of the night hungry, and this kind of just happened. Hope you like it