2, As the Rain Falls

The thunder and the lightening starts as they are halfway back to the base. For Grant's, it's pure annoyance – the sound as the rain hits the windshield, the rhythmic movement of the wipers, the blasts of wind that sometimes threaten to take control of the car… No. A thunderstorm is what he wants the least right now.

Skye, sitting next to him on the passenger seat, seems to have a completely opposite reaction to the weather – her eyes are wide, cheeks flushed, lips curling into a slight, amazed smile.

As much as he loves this look on her, he also kind of fears it – because he knows her well enough to know what it means.

"Can you pull over somewhere?" she asks suddenly.

"Why?" he asks, looking at her from the corner of his eye.

"It's just… Can you?"

"Why?" he repeats, which earns him a little shrug.

"Just 'cause. I wanna get out a little."

This actually makes him look at her.

"We're in the middle of a thunderstorm, and you wanna stop and feel the rain?"

She shrugs once again, with a look on her face that says she thinks it's a completely rational request.

"Yes. It's kinda romantic."

"No."

"Why?"

"Because it's a freaking thunderstorm, Skye! I won't have you get pneumonia…"

"You are going a little overboard with this…"

"…Because you thought it would be romantic to take a walk in the rain!"

There's a couple of moments of silence, then "So it's a no?"

"You bet. The next stop is the base. Discussion over."

The smile wilts from her face and her eyes narrow. She turns away from him in protesting silence, pouting. Pouting. Great. He's pissed her off.

"Hey," Grant starts, placing a placating hand on her knee. "I'm just worried about you, okay? It's cold out there, and you'd be drenched in a minute." He grabs her left hand, brings it to his lips, and presses a kiss against her soft skin. "But I promise, the next time it drizzles, we'll take a walk. It'll be romantic, and we won't even catch a cold. Okay?"

She's hesitant for a minute, like she wants to stay mad at him, but then she smiles.

"Alright. But don't think I'll let you forget this!"

He's sure she won't.


A/N: Anybody else getting strong Midnight in Paris feels?