Zoom Meeting

Skye spent the rest of Monday going over and over Grant's email, particularly the first paragraph and last two sentences. She'd been dreaming about what being with him romantically would be like practically since she met him (the kidnapping and first meeting aside) and now it just might become a reality. And whoever thought the T-1000 had such romantic depths to him? Although she'd imagined having sex with Grant would be fun, she didn't think it'd be much more than physical. Their kiss in the janitor's closet and subsequent make-out at Providence had no finesse, no gentleness. Sure, they were in life or death situations at the time but still.

But this new Grant was turning out to be quite different and she was definitely here for it. Her mind went over the details of her dreams. They hadn't included him speaking in foreign languages or sexy accents but clearly they should have! She paced the confines of her room, getting herself more and more worked up until she finally dug out her vibrator from the depths of her bedside table, a toy she hadn't used in months.

Skye considered what it meant that she hadn't had sex with anyone since Miles, hadn't even had an orgasm at all since Grant was revealed as Hydra. I've been waiting for Grant! She was startled by this information because it hadn't occurred to her before. But it made sense. She'd fallen in love with him during their time on the Bus and hadn't stopped. Plus, he was hot. Duh! Skye's thoughts centered on him as she set her vibrator on the lowest speed, gently stimulating her clit. The movement felt so good against her flesh. She flashed back to watching him walk down the corridors of the Bus, towel wrapped loosely around his waist after taking a shower.

Unbeknownst to Grant, Skye had memorized his schedule just so she could see him half naked. Although she rarely saw the front half (lest he catch her staring), she totally enjoyed the beautiful line of his broad shoulders, the smooth expanse of skin across his back. For someone who had such a dangerous job, he was remarkably unblemished. And then there was the nicely rounded backside outlined in the towel. Her hands had itched to caress every part of what she could see. Those stolen glimpses of Grant in a towel sometimes made training difficult.

Her body started to tighten as she increased the vibrator speed, her hand grasping for leverage on the mattress. Skye's thoughts turned to how Grant he'd looked at Providence when being treated by Jemma. His shirt off, nipples erect in the cold, 6-pack abs on full display ending in a dark happy trail. Combine all that with his 5-o'clock shadow and (God help her) the sexy, bad-ass scar and Skye could feel herself getting close.

Her breath quickened as she imagined running her fingers through Grant's thick hair, holding his head in place as he thrust into her with all the power she knew he possessed. She felt the tingling at the base of her spine as the tension coiling in her belly finally released. Skye moaned loudly when her orgasm washed over her. She hoped nobody was passing in the hall or hanging out in the next room. As the aftershocks of her orgasm reverberated through her body and her breathing slowed, Skye's determination grew. Emails have been nice but enough is enough. She needed a teleconference.

She spent the rest of the day creating a secure line for a Zoom meeting. When she was ready, she sent Grant a brief email: I'm setting up a Zoom meeting for us. Can you meet me at 10:00 am tomorrow?

She was both surprised and not surprised by his almost immediate reply: Of course! Are you sure this is a good idea?

Skye smiled as she typed her response: No but we're doing it anyway.

Tuesday

Skye woke early and burned off some of her nervous energy with a series of exercises. She was desperate to see Grant in person (well, as much in person as she could manage) but also worried about the logistics of it. What if someone heard her talking to him? She'd worked on soundproofing her room as much as possible but nothing was perfect. What if someone tried to call or knocked on her door during the call? She'd told Jemma and Bobbi that she needed that hour to meditate and do tai chi and shouldn't be disturbed. But you could never tell what Fitz or Hunter would do. Skye knew this call was a terrible idea but nothing was going to stop her.

While she didn't worry about the yoga pants she'd be wearing (he probably wouldn't be able to see them anyway), Skye changed her shirt three times before finally selecting the lowest cut top she could find. She carefully brushed and curled her thick hair until it was as good as she could get it without assistance. She then applied makeup, taking care to outline her eyes and lips. Although she'd learn soon enough what Grant liked, she was pretty certain he was a sucker for both. After one final look in the mirror to adjust her top so it displayed the maximum amount of cleavage, Skye sent the Zoom link to Grant's email.

Almost immediately, he clicked on and she filled her eyes with the hotness of Grant Ward. He was sitting at a desk in front of a blank wall. There was a window to his left but the blinds were closed. The room should've been dark since the overhead light wasn't on but he obviously had a lamp close by. Skye mused to herself about whether Grant was Zoom savvy enough to know (or care) about how important lighting was to looking good on a call. She herself had checked the lighting in the room several times.

He was wearing a tight black t-shirt that showed off his biceps. She wondered if he just wasn't into shaving much anymore or if Grant purposefully kept a 5-o'clock shadow knowing how good he looked with it. His hair was still styled with the mussed look, reminding Skye vividly of what she imagined when she came the previous night. She could feel herself getting a little flushed with embarrassment but didn't look away. He's so gorgeous!

Grant was drinking her in too, his eyes almost caressing her face and then dropping lower to stare at her breasts. He gave her a half smile when his eyes once again met hers, almost as if he knew she'd worn the top just to entice him. After a silence that lasted for several minutes, Grant smiled, leaning in a bit closer to his camera. "Aren't you a sight for sore eyes," he said in a low voice.

"You too." Skye swallowed hard. "I know this is ridiculous to say since I just saw you less than a week ago but I miss you."

He nodded slowly. "Me too." Then he sat back in his chair, looking resigned. Skye could guess what the next words out of his mouth were going to be. "As great as it is to see you, are you sure this is a good idea? I don't want you to get into trouble."

Yep. Just as I thought. She smirked. "I appreciate the concern Grant but get over it. We're doing this!"

He smiled and shrugged. "That's what I thought you'd say but I had to ask. Given how risky this is for you, why now? What's the urgency?"

Skye felt butterflies in her stomach but refused to let them stop her. I'm doing this! She took a sip of water and licked her dry lips. "There's no urgency; I just wanted to have the discussion about my dreams face to face."

Grant suddenly became still, his expression blank. Skye smirked, wondering if he was even breathing. "Okay," he said slowly. A smile crept back onto his face. "I'm all ears."

"There are actually several types of dreams I've had starring you but the ones I think you'll be most interested in are when we're doing missions with just the two of us," Skye started.

"You're right. Those do sound the most interesting," Grant said in a low voice.

"They always start with us coming back from a fancy party. You're in a tux while I'm in a very form-fitting dress. We're done gathering intel or stealing information and are on our own for the rest of the night. You take my hand and lead me into a suite with a huge bed in the middle of it."

He raised his eyebrows. "What are we doing in this room?" Grant cleared his throat to remove the huskiness from his voice.

"The first thing we do is drink some expensive red wine from the bar in the room. I drink all of mine but you leave a little in your glass." She ignored his puzzled look; he'd understand later. "Then you start telling me in…Italian (Skye was rapidly improvising; she vaguely knew that Italian was a romance language, so it seemed to fit the situation) how wonderful I am." She stopped, looking expectantly at him.

Grant, always a quick study, picked up the thread of the conversation. "Sei così incredibilmente bella. Ogni volta che ti guardo negli occhi, vedo la promessa del mio future."

"Yes, something like that," Skye said dreamily. This was going even better than she'd hoped. "You massage my neck and shoulders from behind, whispering in my ear about how beautiful I am and how much you adore touching me. Then you turn me around, dip your finger into the leftover wine, and put it into my mouth where I suck it off."

"Is there a particular type of wine you prefer?" Grant asked. At Skye's mock severe look, he smiled teasingly. "Please, continue."

She admitted to herself how gratifying it was that Grant was hanging on her every word. And he clearly was taking mental notes. "We start kissing. You use your tongue to trace my lips, then move on to my neck and arms. I'm totally a neck girl in case you were wondering. There's a spot right underneath my right ear that literally makes me tingle."

Grant smiled in a way that was so sexy that Skye stopped talking for a moment. "Noted," he purred.

She shook her head slightly, trying to get back into her rhythm. "Because you're so good at multi-tasking, you take my dress off one shoulder at a time while you lick and suck where the dress just was. When you finally unzip it, it drops to the floor." She smiled slyly. "Because the dress is so sheer, cut all the way up my thigh and open deep down the back, I'm not wearing any underwear. All I have on are my high heels, the heels that cause us to…fit…a little closer together."

Skye wanted to marry the dazed expression on Grant's face. "That sounds…" he swallowed hard, "…amazing."

"You pull me over to a chair so you can sit down while I stand in front of you. Then you take more of the wine and draw circles around my nipples with it. The feeling of you licking it off them is amazing. You're very thorough in covering every inch of my breasts with your tongue." Skye wanted to fan herself because she was definitely getting hot. Damn this pandemic to hell! I want to touch him right now! She cleared her throat in an effort to refocus. "You want to kiss lower but it's my turn."

"It's good to take turns," Grant murmured.

Skye nodded. "I lead you over to the bed and make you sit down. The bed's higher than the chair and gives me more leverage. After I remove my shoes – I don't want them to get in the way – I take off the shirt you're wearing so that I can run my hands all over your chest and arms. I've always loved them, especially your six-pack." She smiled wickedly. "I've had dreams about just your six-pack. Now it's my turn to do a lot of sucking and licking. I especially enjoy sucking your nipples and outlining each abdominal muscle I see with my tongue. You have such a beautiful body, Grant, that I want to touch it all. A lot."

His eyes widened. "I definitely want you to touch me," he said in a husky voice. Skye wanted to reach through the screen and kiss him. She sat on her hands instead. Grant paused, then cleared his throat. "And then what happens?"

"I drop to my knees so I can undo your belt buckle. You're enjoying my touch; I can feel how hard you are, how much you like how I stroke you," she said in a low tone. She held back a smirk when she saw Grant shift in his chair. "I take off your pants, one leg at a time, slowly running my tongue all the way up from your calf to your thigh. It takes a while but you don't seem to mind. When we're both completely naked, you gently lower us onto the bed."

"Gently?" Grant asked. Skye wouldn't have been surprised if he was writing notes but he was just gazing at her intently. She knew from experience that he was a master at details, so he was committing her story to memory for later. The knowledge didn't make continuing any easier since she desperately wanted to quit talking about her dream and start living it. Or at least get some sort of release. Why did I think this was such a good idea again?

"Gently," Skye confirmed, leaning forward so she could feel as close to him as possible. "At least in this particular dream. In others, we're all over each other." She didn't want to give him the idea that she only enjoyed gentle interactions. She had a feeling that Grant could be quite passionate and she definitely wanted to see that side of him. "You start kissing and suckling my breasts again, this time with more pressure. You only stop to tell me to be quiet." Skye looked a little sheepish. "I can be loud."

Grant's breath was coming faster than usual. "Why would I tell you to be quiet?" he asked in a low voice. "I want to hear everything."

Skye rolled her eyes. "We don't want to be overheard because then someone might stop us."

Grant snorted, as if amused by the idea that someone could stop them. At Skye's irritated look, he rushed to say, "Please, go on."

Her irritation changed to satisfaction. "You put one finger in me and then another so you can tell when I'm ready for you. I'm so wet for you, Grant. Even the feeling of your fingers drives me so crazy that I can't wait anymore. I want to feel all of you inside of me! I roll us over so I can be on top. I'm straddling you, lifting myself up so I can sink down. And then…"

Grant leaned forward. Even through the screen, Skye could tell that his pupils were blown and his breathing had increased even further. "And then?"

Skye sat back, a smirk on her face. "And then I wake up, completely unsatisfied," she said in her normal voice. "That's the part I can't do anything about."

Grant also sat back in his chair and took several slow deep breaths. He smiled ruefully at Skye who was doing her best not to laugh. "You're evil."

"Not evil," she said grinning. "I just wanted you to know what I've been dealing with the past couple of months. I mean, we're supposed to be completely honest with each other now, right?"

"Completely honest," he agreed. He shifted in his chair again. "I have to say, that was a really great dream. I'm glad I asked you to tell me more about it, especially since I got to see your face as you did."

"Me too," Skye admitted. "I really wanted to see your face too. That's why I needed this Zoom meeting."

He nodded solemnly. "I'm looking forward to recreating your dream in real life but maybe with a…happier ending," he said with a deadpan expression.

Skye laughed out loud. I like this new Grant! "We probably should go. I don't want to press my luck. But hey, before we do, what were you telling me in Italian?"

He gave her a lopsided smile. "I said, 'You're so incredibly beautiful. Whenever I look into your eyes, I see the promise of my future.'"

As Grant kissed his fingers then tilted them towards her to signal his goodbye, Skye realized that he'd once again left her breathless.