Fireplace

He kissed her by the light of a fake fireplace – just a screen with the image of dancing flames – for the second time. The memory is bittersweet at best, tainted by lies and secrets. He doesn't like to think about it.

But this… this is better.

Just a weekend getaway to the mountains, far from the base and the team and the missions, their phones turned off and the outside world left behind. A simple cabin, built of logs and stones, a place that is just theirs for the weekend. Snowflakes dancing outside of the window, crackling fire and cozy warmth inside. Naked bodies under the heavy blankets in front of the fireplace. Blissed exhaustion, tender smiles. Skye playing with his fingers, his chin on her shoulder. She turns her head and he kisses her.

No lies.

No deception.

Just Skye and Grant, souls bared, in harmony.

In peace.

Yes – this is so much better.