Summary
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Chapter:
That dream had shaken her deeply, so much so that the patrons of the bar and the owner, as well as all the other waitresses, noticed that she was distracted, absentminded, and that she seldom stopped still, staring into the void.
Of course, all she had discovered was really a lot to metabolize.
But the bad side was that she was not sure she could trust that dream, she could not be sure that everything she learnt there about Ward was true and not just a figment of her imagination.
Dreaming so intensely of him certainly did not mean that he still cared about her!
After all, the last time they met, she said she hated him, and, being the dream only a fruit of her imagination, definitely Ward could not have heard that she said that she did not hate him anymore!
He now was free and could do whatever he wanted!
He was the hero that defeated Hive and no one would dare touch him: neither the authorities nor Shield.
Perhaps he had even forgotten her and was enjoying a well-deserved holiday just on some tropical island, like in that damn dream… surrounded by beautiful girls, who certainly would have battled to get their filthy hands on him first.
The glass in her grip smashed into a thousand pieces, leaving her with injured fingers.
"Damn!" she muttered.
Another waitress immediately took her hand, washed it under cold water, inspected for splinters and bandaged it.
"How can I have been so stupid?
Sorry, I'm wasting your time!" Skye apologized.
But the other girl smiled politely and replied:
"Don't worry. I too have been madly in love and I know what it means!"
At those words Skye remained dumbfounded.
How could this be possible?
She?
In love?
With Ward?
But she had just discovered that she didn't hate him from the bottom of her heart!
Although, to tell the truth, she had once been in love with him… she had been forced to admit it even before Coulson…
And Sister Bertha said she was actually in love with him… but scared of it…
Oh, she was really confused!
She couldn't even trust her own feelings!
But the sensations of that dreamy night overthrew on her again, like a ton of bricks, leaving her breathless.
In that dream she was very open to the possibility to make love with him… and even to become the mother of his sons and daughters!
But, after all, that was only a dream…
…
Life was going on and she had to try to focus.
So she threw herself heart and soul into work, trying to drive out such thoughts from her head as soon as they formed.
But in the nights, in which she remained all alone and couldn't distract herself with anything… in those moments she had time to think… and to feel…
Days passed and she continued her routine: home, work, a little shopping, movie nights alone, some walk in the nearby woods…
One evening, at the bar, she noticed a couple of men in black...
Uhm... they smelled suspicious... Their appearance screamed 'secret agents' from every pore.
She walked on tiptoe around them, but it was evident they where intently studying her.
Her agent instinct was insistently telling her to run quickly away, so, when the contingencies allowed it, she excused herself pretending to be sick, entered in the bathroom and escaped from the window. From there, she started running in the nearby woods, that she knew like her own pockets, but immediately after she was aware that somebody was following her.
But it wasn't only 'somebody'!
They where a lot!
At least ten agents behind her, other agents awaiting for her hiding in the trees in front of her and a pair of helicopters flying above her head, for good measure!
She was trapped and fear was starting to creep into her heart.
She would have easily destroyed all of them with well-placed shockwaves, but she preferred not to use them, because she didn't want to attract Shield's attention…
But, on second thought, now she had more pressing matters, so screw secrecy and go on with brutal force!
Certainly!
Except that, trying to launch a shockwave, she realized she could not…
What the hell was happening?
Had she lost her powers?
Or did those people manage to annihilate them?
In either way, this was really a big trouble!
How she could defend herself, without her powers, against such a deployment of troops? They were approaching, guns drawn, ordering her to put her hands behind her back and get on her knees.
She hadn't any choice but to obey, while panic was gripping her by the throat.
Who were those men?
What did they want from her?
Where did they want to take her and for what purpose?
It was right then that both the choppers caught fire and were forced to crash-land: they were flying very low, so the people inside could for sure escape unharmed.
Immediately after, she felt her powers rushing back and she could easily take care of some of her attackers. But they were too many, and armed!
Just before one of them could shoot her, the same mysterious man she glimpsed that night at the bar appeared, disarmed and neutralized that immediate threat…
She, at least, suspected he was him, because he wore a black iron mask on his face… actually resembling Iron Man's one! However, his size, his height, his demeanor, the width of his shoulders and, in a sense, his dark aura were the same.
The two of them fought back to back and managed to quickly make a clean sweep of all the soldiers.
Skye was astonished by his abilities in fighting and his speed!
It was like he was accelerated!
She never saw such an incredible fighter: even May or Ward couldn't hold a candle to him!
But he got shot in a leg and was bleeding.
Nonetheless, he grabbed her hand and dragged her away, towards the street, where a motorcycle was parked. His hand was hot, like if he was running a fever…
She couldn't tell, in that moment, which was the hottest: his hand or him himself!
He was something fantastic: powerful, muscular but slender, tall, dark, quick, with a catlike deportment… He reminded her of a black panther: the same slyness, the same hazard, the same elegance… and the fact she couldn't see his face, but only a black mask, made him even more intriguing!
"Mount on the bike behind me, quick and quiet, and we will find somewhere safer.
Their reinforcements are arriving", he said with a deep metallic voice.
For sure that mask had been created to conceal not only his face, but also his true voice
"But you are wounded! We need to take a look at your leg!"
"Don't worry about that. I heal quickly!"
In a few seconds the two of them were riding on the bike, lights off, far away from the village, in the darkness of the night only lit by the full moon and the stars.
She felt the adrenaline spike dropping and relax spreading in her, while she clung to him during the ride.
They travelled four hours at top speed on mountain roads and managed to put at least 250 miles between them and the village.
The sensation of riding with him was fantastic!
She felt his strength in holding the powerful and heavy bike, his certainty in setting the trajectories, and, under his thin shirt, the tone and flexibility of his abs that adapted to all the inclinations and the sudden variations of speed of the ride.
They arrived around midnight in a charming little town with a square, a church, a town hall, a small supermarket, a school, a kindergarten, a clinic with attached Emergency Room and several small multi-apartment buildings. Scattered around were some low houses.
He parked the motorcycle, stalled the engine, asked her to dismount while he was holding the bike and got off himself.
She stretched her legs and massaged her arms for all the time they had been exposed to the air: she felt a little rusty…
Meanwhile, he walked towards one of the brick walled buildings, extracting a set of keys.
She could not do anything else but follow him.
Full disclosure: she felt an irresistible attraction towards him.
He made her feel safe.
During the entire ride she could stay warm thanks to the heat irradiated by his body, and when she had to separate from him, she shivered.
His smell was soothing, almost familiar, but she couldn't grasp why: it resembled the smell of woods, rain, thunders, and musk…
They entered a small apartment on the first floor equipped with everything she could possibly need: a small kitchen with a well stocked fridge, a lounge with sofa and TV, a bathroom, and a bedroom, with a nice double bed and a wardrobe with some dresses.
He spoke with the same metallic voice through the black mask:
"Stay here.
You should be safe for a while.
There are some girl cloths in the wardrobe.
I will come back in a couple of days to take you somewhere safer.
You have here everything you need, so don't go out for any reason! There are a lot of cameras around and the people who tried to capture you this afternoon have access to all of them."
Then he dryly moved to leave.
But she stopped him:
"Wait!"
He remained facing the door, turning only his head.
She approached.
"Can I at least know the name of my savior?"
He chuckled, but answered:
"I suppose you can call me the Grand Dark Protector."
She could hear a smile in those words. Was he ironic?
"Ok, GDP" she said, amused.
"It sounds a lot like 'Ground Delay Program' or 'Gross Domestic Product', but you can use the acronym, if you like it" answered him, with his metallic voice.
She giggled:
"I see with pleasure that you are also equipped with a sense of humor! This suits you.
But, however, I would like to repay you for all the troubles you have been through.
I don't like leaving debts around."
"You don't owe me a thing."
"I don't think so.
I don't even know who you are, but you just saved me from being captured!
I dread what those men could have done to me!"
So she grabbed gently his muscular arm, turned him towards her, slightly lifting the mask to uncover the lower part of his face, and, rising on her toes, kissed him.
It was a gentle kiss, just a caress of her lips on his (wonderfully designed, by the way), while she supported herself on his shoulders.
But then she couldn't restrain herself and kissed him once more, on his upper lip, then on his lower lip, slowly, slightly pulling, savoring all the sensations.
She could feel his heartbeat quickening under her right hand and his breathing becoming more profound and frequent.
Soon enough he started reciprocating: he kissed her upper lip, taking lightly it between his, and then did the same with the lower.
She moved her hands from his shoulders up his neck and to the back of his head, slipping her fingers through his soft corvine hair, caressing his scalp with slow round movements and slightly pulling the locks.
He raised his hands and made them slide from her waist to her back, pulling her towards him and making all her body spread on his. Then, while with one arm all along her back he kept her steady against him, with the other hand he supported the back of her head that was moving slightly to accommodate to the kisses.
He dared to lick with the tip of his tongue her lower lip and that seemed to ignite the passion: the two of them started kissing deeply, openmouthedly, while their breathing became labored and their hearts were beating like hammers on iron.
She couldn't certainly imagine that a makeshift, improvised kiss with that perfect stranger could be so good!
For an instant, in the back of her mind, she realized that there was no comparison with Lincoln, or with anybody else she kissed in the past… except one…
But she didn't want to think about Ward now! Only God could know where he was now… even if she found strong resemblances with this guy…
And suddenly she was stroke by a sudden thought: what if… this guy was actually Ward?
But instantaneously she wiped that idea away: she saw his combat skills, and Ward, even if he was extremely strong, couldn't reach that level.
This guy was another planet… she even suspected he was an Inhuman…
On the other hand, this masked man had such a fire inside, such a passion, such an ardor she never found in anybody else… except Ward…
Again…
But she was so entranced with him that, at a certain point, she couldn't think of anyone or anything else.
He, on his side, at the beginning had the sensation of being kissed by the petals of a rose. Her lips were so soft and fresh and smooth! And her flavor and perfume were sweet like she was actually a flower.
But then, when he felt her body interfusing with his in their embrace, he started having problems focusing.
She was so soft!
But he could also feel her firm boobs pressing against his chest and her toned thighs against his, especially when she lifted her right leg to intertwine it with his.
Her fingers massaging his scalp were doing wonders, too.
He was starting having troubles in restraining his hands from cupping her ass and his body was fast reacting to her: things were slipping out of hand and he had to stop, absolutely, because he could not afford that, in the heat of the passion, she could take away his mask and discover his identity.
So, plundering his whole willpower, he recoiled from her kisses, panting.
He kept her tightly embraced for a while, because he wasn't sure she could remain standing if he let her go.
Then he put back in place his mask and said, with that metallic voice of him:
"I think you fully repaid your debt" and he felt her sniggering.
She asked:
"Why don't you want me to see your face?"
"I have my reasons" he replied, drily.
"Cryptic."
And he, again:
"So, are you going to obey and stay put for a couple of days?"
"It depends… If you promise me I will be rewarded with such kisses… yes, I will."
"I can make that effort.
I need to go, now.
Take care!"
"You too… see you soon… kiss-king masked-man!"
He chuckled.
And with that they took leave from one another.
Notes:
I was inspired, for the kiss, first by the peck Skye gave Ward when they were together in that closet in the Hub, then by Spider Man with Tobey Maguire, when he is hanging upside down and Mary Jane kisses him in the rain removing only the bottom part of his mask… It was… perfect!