Vivid Imagination
Things you said that I wasn't meant to hear
Although it was somewhat in a spy's job description, Grant Ward wasn't that fond of listening on in other people's conversations – especially when he considered these "other people" friends, and when they were talking about him.
But still, sometimes it happened – for example when he just went down to the lab to ask FitzSimmons if they had seen the mission report from last week's op.
He was just about to enter the lab from the avionics bay when he heard her voice.
"…I just wish he had an idea how hard it is to concentrate during training…"
He stopped in his tracks right away, hand hovering in the air in front of the door. Of course. Skye. Complaining about training once again.
"…I mean, does he have any idea how distracting he is?"
Okay, this was… strange. Him, distracting? In what sense? After brief hesitation, he let his hand drop, and decided to keep listening.
"…With those arms… Have you seen his biceps?"
It was… odd, to say at least. He kind of expected her to complain about his methods, and now she was… She was distracted by him? By his biceps? Meaning… Meaning she was attracted to him?
"Yes…" he heard Simmons sigh, and her voice sounded almost… dreamy? "They're very…"
"Perfect?" Skye supplied, and it almost made him snort. "Now try to concentrate on the proper form when those arms around you. And that firm chest against your back. And then he speaks and…" Skye's sentence ended with a groan. "And I'm done. I have no idea how long I can last before I do something stupid."
Something stupid, as in?
"Like?" Simmons questioned, apparently on the same mental wavelength as him.
"Like… Tackling him to the ground and kissing him senseless. Or grinding him when he's standing behind me. Run my tongue down his chest? Or simply jump his bones. Oh, I know – drag him to the back corridor and suck him off. Or let him eat me out. Or just simply ride him against the wall. Honestly, I'll be happy with any of these options at this point."
Grant tried to swallow – it didn't really work. Mostly because he also had a rather visual and vivid imagination, and the things Skye'd just said, added to his already existing late night fantasies featuring her…
Let's just say that his pants were suddenly becoming rather uncomfortable, and finding that report was crossed from his to do list at once. Instead he decided to return to his bunk and… think about the things Skye'd said some more.
And then he'd come up with some way to make both of their fantasies reality.
