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So it's gonna be forever
Or it's gonna go down in flames
You can tell me when it's over
If the high was worth the pain
Skye knows very well that what they are doing is nowhere near healthy, but she couldn't care less.
They are angry and hurt – his betrayal, her bullets –, and act like they hate each other. Keep their distance in front of the others. They mock and argue and yes, sometimes shout. The others don't question it – they are sympathetic towards her, cold, sometimes even hostile towards him. Ward doesn't care; Skye acts like she doesn't care.
Then, when they are alone, they sometimes break – and, in a moment, the tables are turned.
Screams turning into kisses, burning, bruising kisses. Distance bridged, clothes torn, skin on skin. Hands everywhere. Breathless gasps. Nails biting into skin. They are desperate to mark each other, to show them where they belong.
They don't stop until they both fall over the edge.
Then everything goes back to where it was before.
They dress, turning their backs to each other, then leave. The next time they meet, they, again, act like they hate each other.
To an extent, they do.
But they also love each other.
(There's a fine, fine line…)
It's not a relationship. It's a holding pattern. It's not healthy. Not even close.
But neither of them wants to give it up.
The only question is: how long can they keep it up?
(End when it ends, will they burn? Or find solace?)