Summary:
Skye decides that this night she is going to have fun!
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The first thing she decided to do was to find a good hotel, not too expensive, but also not too cheap like the last she had been in. There she laid down the backpack, undressed and finally was able to take a shower! Feeling the hot water on her body after so much chill and dirt was so wonderful!
Afterwards she changed in some clean clothes and went out… shopping!
She didn't remember the last time she went out simply to shop!
It probably happened some months before, some time after Simmons had been rescued from Maveth…
She went with her and Bobbi… one of their rare girl time together… a therapeutic time for all of them!
They went for dresses, gowns, shirts, shoes… and underwear!
Bobbi was all excited and almost emptied the store, while Simmons was quieter, but took something nice nevertheless.
She instead… she simply was not interested… and she didn't want anything.
She knew Lincoln was attracted to her, and she was to him, too, and she could buy something intriguing to make him happy, if maybe something more intimate would have happened between them, one time or another… but… she simply wasn't in the right mood…
She was already planning to seduce him, but she didn't think she needed so much fuss to accomplish the task.
At the end, the other two managed to convince her to buy something, a bra-slips combo red as fire…
When she looked herself in the mirror, she couldn't restrain a pang of proud for the perfection of her body in that slim tissue that so well underlined her forms! And she blushed at the idea that Ward would certainly go into raptures…
When she became aware of what though had just flashed in her head… well… she wasn't even surprised anymore: she simply once again had confirmation of what her feelings really were.
That man managed to get under her skin even if she didn't want to admit it.
And she hated herself for it!
She was an Agent of Shield!
And he was their enemy number one! Coulson's enemy number one!
She couldn't allow herself to be attracted to such a dangerous guy!
But…
But now was now.
And she had decided that she was going to have fun, that night! She needed it!
So she tried different underwear combos and chose two of them, one black and one red, and admired herself in them.
Then she went to choose a dress for the night, something elegant but sexy, and her choice fell on a black tight dress with a short skirt and a plunging neckline, which she coupled with a pair of shiny 5 inches heels black shoes.
The overall effect was astounding!
Then she went to a hairdresser to prepare her hair, too: she made cut it a little, she made it straightened and finally she decided for a black color. After all, she had to disguise herself!
The final touch was given by a professional makeup that made her resemble an actress on the red carpet!
She was a vision!
…
That evening, in the classy nightclub, the elegant playgoers were sitting quietly at the bar sipping their sophisticated drinks, while their women began to gather on the dance floor. Although it was not Saturday night, there were enough people, the music was beautiful and the company pleasant. It envisaged an evening like many others, but not to be sneezed at.
When, suddenly, all eyes turned to look at her…
Skye had just entered and had already caught the attention of all the men of the room, and also the stares, envy and jealousy of all women…
She nonchalantly reached for the bar and asked a Negroni, that, for sure, was not sophisticated, nor up to the place, but, with its 3 cl Gin, 3 cl Campari and 3 cl Sweet Red Vermouth, was one of her favorites. It had a really good taste, so sweet and fresh, and she knew it would bang directly in her blood.
After a short while she was really flying on her heels, happy, smiling and enjoying the evening!
She joined the dancing floor and started languidly to dance alone, closing her eyes, letting her body move to the beat of the music.
She stole literally the scene to all the other women.
Some minutes after Skye left her empty glass to go dancing, he emerged from the shadows of a lone table in a dark corner in which he was concealing himself, and approached cautiously the bar.
"A bullet in the head… on the rocks" he ordered (evidently neither of them had the decency to order something adequate to the place!)
He continued gazing at Skye from a safety distance, without taking off his eyes from her for even a second.
He was drinking her every move, her every glance and wink, her every smile and giggle, her every waddle…
He wanted to see with his eyes what she really wanted to do.
In fact, he was trying not to invade other's privacy, and he would have liked to avoid reading her mind, for a sort of decency he had inserted in his new honor code.
With great power comes great responsibility!
Needless to say, he, too, didn't pass unnoticed.
He was wearing a white shirt opened on the chest for at least three buttons, with his sleeves rolled up to the elbow and black pants with black shoes.
One could guess the strength of his powerful body from his posture and the slow pace and precision of his movements, as his great sureness might be inferred by the full confidence in his eyes, which didn't miss a single detail of all the people present.
He knew exactly the number and the positions of the security guards, he studied each man and woman, he knew who was armed and who could be a threat even unarmed.
Several women tried to strike up a conversation with him.
It was natural: he was a looker!
... he always had been...
And he also had that dark dangerous aura around him, that piercing enticing stare, that tempting designed lips, that attractive visage that all in all made him so incredibly seductive!
He behaved gently with all the women that tried to converse with him and started discretely gathering information on the place, the owner, the clients, and the habits of the passers-by. And, in particular, he wanted to know if there he could find a drug lord called Raoul, who seemed to manage the entire drug market in the surroundings.
"And why do you want to meet him, sweetheart?" asked a beautiful red haired, blue eyed girl.
"I'm used to talk to people knowing at least their name…" he said with a sensual look.
"Uhm… it is impolite to ask a woman's name before a regular presentation…"
He smirked and said:
"You're right.
Nice to meet you: I'm Zack" and he reached out for her hand.
"Zack how?"
"Only Zack."
"Ok, 'Only Zack'! I'm Jenny" she giggled and gave him a languid handshake.
"So, Zack, why do you need Raoul?"
"Because I just transferred here yesterday, for work, and I want the better dealer I can find.
And I heard he's the best."
"You heard well.
He is.
If you want, I can manage a meeting, but… I think he is a little busy, at the moment…"
Her mood had changed drastically, when she saw a tall handsome blonde man approaching Skye in the middle of the dancing floor and starting dancing with her.
"He's the man?" Ward asked.
"Yeah…"
"And who's the woman that is dancing with him?"
"I never saw her before… and I hope I will not see her ever again!"
Ward understood that Jenny was jealous: probably he had just met Raoul's favorite.
"You, instead, know her very well, don't you?
Throughout the evening you've never averted your eyes off her!"
That made him flinch.
Has him been so obvious?
But that didn't matter anymore: he didn't like squat the way Raoul was dancing with Skye and couldn't stand the view anymore.
He felt his blood boiling.
He had to leave immediately, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to restrain himself.
And that would have been too dangerous.
"What about you, Zack? Where do you come from?" asked Jenny.
"Hey!" she added after a second, receiving no answer and looking around.
Ward was evaporated.
There was no trace of him left.
He disappeared like a ghost in the thin air.
…
In the meanwhile, Skye was really enjoying the evening: that guy was really handsome.
After so much dancing she felt very thirsty and he offered to buy her a drink.
The two approached the bar and sit down on two high stools.
He was clearly attracted to her and was showing off all his charm.
He ordered a Cosmopolitan for the both of them.
"Make her the special one", he said quietly to the bartender, who nodded.
They begun drinking and, after a while, Skye started feeling strange, euphoric, and incredibly turned on.
She started caressing provocatively Raoul, who seized the day and proposed her to continue their conversation in a more 'private' place.
"Yeah, I'd love that" she answered breathless.
She was wondering what the hell was happening to her, but, at the same time, she didn't care, because it felt all so good!
She was feeling so relaxed and happy, so high, like she had not felt since Hive's death... from what it seemed a helluva amount of time!
And she liked it, a lot!
She craved it for so long!
No more problems, no more pain, no more remorse, no more Shield, no more Coulson and May and all the others that pitied her! She was there all by herself, in the middle of shining colorful lights, powerful and careless, and she was going to get a gorgeous laid, also!
It was fantastic!
The two of them went out in the chilling air of the night and he conduced her to his car, a Maserati, opening the door on her behalf like a real gentleman. She was really high, euphoric, and her desire was increasing from minute to minute. When he climbed on the driver's seat she could barely keep her hands to herself!
"Where are we going?" she asked.
"My place" he answered dryly, knowing he had her.
And he ignited the engine.
It was starting raining heavily, while the two of them were quickly whizzing in a maze of streets, increasingly isolated… and increasingly disturbing.
They had to stop at a semaphore and she started being a little concerned, the drug ebbing from her system quicker that usual (yeah, she had been drugged!), probably due to the Kree blood in her veins.
"Your place… it is really far from town…"
"Yeah, it is."
"It is too far.
Please, turn around.
Let's go back" she begged, worriedly.
"No way, baby.
You stick with me and we will have a lot of fun, this night!
I promise you…" he looked at her menacingly.
"No!
Now you turn around and we will continue having fun in town!" she started getting angrier.
"Shut up, little bitch!" he shouted and gave her a backstroke that left her head ringing.
The semaphore became green and he tried to leave...
But the car did not move...
He tried again, but there was no way of un-nailing the car from that position!
He went out to see what the hell happened and realized that all four wheels were fused, glued to the asphalt!
Meanwhile, also Skye went out and, in front of that scene and his face, started laughing loud!
And she continued laughing, laughing and laughing, without being able to restrain herself!
He could not bear to be so ridiculed and approached her to continue beating her, but she put him down to the ground, knocking him unconscious in a split second, without any effort.
May, after all, had been an exceptional teacher!
Watching his curled up figure laying down, she commented:
"This wasn't my idea of a good laid, this evening, but I'll have to settle this way…"
Then, looking at the city lights glaring in the distance, she sighed, resignedly:
"And now I have to walk all my way back to the city."
So she started walking, letting the torrential rain soak her to the bones, her makeup melting down, her dress clinging to her body more than ever and her hair becoming a mess.
After a while one of her heels broke and she couldn't walk anymore, due mainly to the after effect of the drug and her drunkenness, too.
So she lied down in the entrance hall of a building and fell asleep there in a disastrous state.
But a pair of strong arms scooped her up to bring her to a better shelter...