Apodyopis - The act of mentally undressing someone.
Skye liked to think that they were being subtle – well, after all, it'd been over a week and still neither of them was called to Coulson's office for breaking protocol or anything, so they must have been subtle, right?
(Well, for her part, she did everything to remain quiet when they were in the backseat of the SUV the other day and he was doing that thing with his tongue, and she succeeded – more or less.)
But then there were situations like this, when… Well, when they were anything but subtle. When she thought it was a smaller miracle they hadn't been found out yet.
Because now they were standing around the table in the command center, listening to Coulson's debrief, her on one side and Grant on the other, opposite of her, and damn, she could barely hear what A.C. was saying, because that bastard was literally undressing her with his eyes.
Of course he was… well, subtle about it; he wore that guarded, impenetrable mask of his, the one that hid his emotions so well, but she knew him well enough by now, and so she could see all his little tells. And now she could see in the slant of his eyes and the set of his mouth that in his mind, he was just peeling off her clothes – slipping off her shirt, popping the button of her jeans, kissing her neck, sliding a hand into her panties…
She bit into her lip and clenched her thighs together. She so didn't need this mental image right now, in the middle of briefing.
He must have noticed something on her face, because the next moment his eyebrows rose just a little in question; she gave him a grimace in response, trying to convey how annoyed and aroused she was by him right now.
And then that… that… that infuriating piece of man grinned.
Oh, she couldn't wait to get over with the briefing and drag him to some quiet corner of the Bus to get some payback. Preferably the hands-on kind.
She just had to survive until then, of course.
