Nighttime, on the Water's Edge

Grant just shakes his head with a small, disbelieving smile on his face as he watches Skye unbutton her shorts and push them down her hips. Still, the next moment he reaches for the back of his shirt and pulls it over his head.

"I can't believe you talked me into this," he murmurs as he drops the garment on the rocks.

Skye looks at him with slightly furrowed brows (that kind of says "spoilsport"), then she sticks her tongue at him. "You act like you've never gone skinny-dipping before, Robot."

He might have not. At least not with other people. Not that he is going to admit to that.

"It's still a bad idea," he says instead. It doesn't escape his notice that, despite what he's saying, he keeps undressing, kicking off his shoes.

"Why, because it hurts your virtue?" That impish glint he loves so much is right there in her gaze. "You shouldn't worry about that. One, you have nothing to be ashamed of. And two, it's not like there's anything I haven't seen before." Here's that tongue once again.

"It's a bad idea," he says, almost as if he didn't even hear her, "because we're on Stark property." He unbuckles his belt. "His private residence." Lowers his fly. "Enjoying his hospitality." Pushes down his pants. "If we were caught, it would lead to a very uncomfortable situation."

He catches her bra a millisecond before it hits him in the face.

"Knowing Stark," she says, crossing her arms in front of her, which puts her bare breasts on display (he can't not look), "he'd join us in a heartbeat." One corner of her mouth quirks upward, then, lowering her arms, she shimmies out of her panties, holds them up, then drops them rather dramatically. She cocks a challenging eyebrow at him. "So, as I see it, we have nothing to lose. And don't tell me you don't want it." (Of course he wants it.) "So now you can stay here and be sour about it, or you can follow me." And with that, she turns around, walks to the edge of the low cliff, and, with one last, teasing glance at him, she jumps. He hears the water splash a moment later.

Chuckling, he shakes his head as he gets rid of his last remaining piece of clothing, then does what he always does—he follows her.