In the Event…


Authors Note: So welcome to the explicit smut. As a warning to anyone who finds this stuff offensive, well sorry but you have been warned. There is no T version of this story so skim past the stuff that offends and move on. This story was rated M for a reason.


Chapter 6

"Skye, Skye can you hear me." Daisy slowly opened her eyes as she felt the bed dip beside her. The pain was back and she could barely focus when she opened her eyes. "Skye I'm going to help you alright. I'll make the pain go away and I promise not to hurt you, but I need to know that this is what you want." Almost as if drunkenly moving Daisy reached her arms out to Grant and after finding perches in his shirt front she pulled him down to her, kissing him full on the lips as much as she had been doing a lot lately in her dreams. When Grants hands found their way into her hair and around her waist to pull her closer to him, all she could do was moan her appreciation of his expert kissing ability's before he pulled away. "I take that to mean yes." He told her as again his lips descended onto hers.

Daisy moaned as Grant's hands slid up and down her body, she could hardly tell if he was really hear or not as it still felt like one of her dreams. Even if it was a dream there was nothing she would do from discouraging Grants actions as it was helping to alleviate the pain that had returned. Slowly Grant lifted her light tank top up and over her head and then moved down to the boy shorts she had on. In one swift motion he had removed them along with her underpants leaving her naked as she had not been wearing a bra. When he paused in his actions Daisy frowned until she realized that he was looking at her from head to toe.

"Beautiful" was all Grant said before once again his hands where trailing waves of heat up and down her body as he touched, stroked, fondled and worshiped her. After massaging her breasts and flicking his thumbs over her nipples to the point that she almost came apart, Grant then moved his right hand until his fingers slipped between her legs tracing the hot flesh, as his thumb drew tight circles over her clit again and again, she reached her arms up to wrap them around his neck and her back arched as pleasure burned through her.

"Let it go." He murmured placing feathery kisses on her neck as his other hand slid lower too, slipping two fingers inside her and she lost it. Because it had been too long since she had done that and he had worked her up too much, Daisy felt she needed it, needed him in every way possible. She did as she was told, trebling in his arms, moaning lowly, begging for more.

"That's one." He whispered huskily and pulled her further up the bed. He was still fully clothed and in the back of her toxin filled mind Daisy thought she had to do something about it but she couldn't bring herself to. She slid her hands down his arms and tugged lightly on the bottom of his sleeve to let him know that she wanted the garment out of the way. Taking the hint Grant rose from the bed and stripped off all of his clothing. After preparing himself with one of the condoms he had brought he re joined Daisy on the bed.

"Open for me." He ordered as he slowly shifted her legs apart and again she complied, Daisy honestly didn't mind him being the dominant part of this right now, she was used to having the upper hand where sex was concerned in the past. This felt different, and with the haze and the heat, she could hardly think strait. Grant would take good care of her and her needs.

His hands trailed down her sides, caressing the soft skin lightly and it was like her mind could only focus on his touch. She bit her lower lip, fingers fisting in the bed sheets as Grant slipped inside her. Her head was spinning and this was so much better than she thought it would be until he started moving. Suddenly she was keening and moaning as he took hold of her hips and pulled her up roughly, angling her so his lips could crash against hers. His strong arms held her against him as he moved slowly and she just took it.

"Give it to me, harder." She whispered, she just really wanted Grant to give her everything he had. Pounding her like there was no tomorrow, his pace quickened. "Oh God! Yes!" Her nerves were alight and it seemed like every single one ended where they were connected. The way Grant took her could be viewed as ferocious by some, almost violent, but Daisy could only relish in the glory of him. "Fuck!' She growled as her muscles tightened around him and she came harder than she ever had before. He stilled, letting her ride it out, enjoying her pleasure.

"That's two." She could hear the smug smile in his voice as she tried to catch her breath. He laid her back against the bed and Daisy's hands reached up to stroke Grants strong chest and arm muscles as her body started to uncoil from all of the pain that she had felt over the last few days. Grant settled himself between her legs, bodies pressing closely, she had waited so long for this moment. Dreamt about it again and again since Jemma told her Grant was on his way. He looked like a fucking Greek God and Daisy thought that it was unfair for someone to look so perfect. Her breath hitched as he sheathed himself inside her once again, her hips shot up to meet his as he started moving.

Her hands clawed at his back as he held her hips down, torturing her with slow thrusts, she was whimpering and begging him but Grant would not give her more than that. Her legs wrapped around his waist and she flipped them over, one of the good thing that came out of all her training the past few years was how much stronger she had become. Daisy pulled his arms over his head as she rode his cock like her life depended on it. Grant gave a low chuckle as he pulled his hands free and set them on her hips helping her move. Skye didn't care because she was almost there, weaves of pleasure rolled through her and she couldn't help the small scream that left her lips. He sat up pulling her face down to his, muffling the sounds.

"That's three." He moaned and flipped them over so he would again be on top. Driving inside her with hard, strong thrusts, Daisy could only grab onto his shoulders and hold on for dear life. "My turn." He growled and she knew that it was all about him now, strangely enough she didn't mind. She moaned, whimpered, and begged him to give it to her the way only he could because she knew, in her mind that he would love to see her like that. At his mercy and just for him. Daisy screamed out another orgasm, and pulled him along with her.

Her brain felt numb from all the pleasure as they lay there together. Finally, the clawing ach from the last two and a half days began to disappear as once again the blackness of sleep took her.


When Daisy woke again she could feel the difference in her body and the lack of pain and heightened sexual frustration level that she had been contending with previously, had lowered a lot from what she had been experiencing before. She even felt that she could think somewhat clearly now and was grateful for it when she noticed her bed partner beside her. Only after running her hand over Grants check and down his neck and chest so that is stopped to rest just above his heart, did she believe that what she was seeing was indeed real. He was indeed hear and that could only mean that what she had thought was just a dream was also indeed real. She and Grant Ward, ex Hydra agent had just had some of the best sex she had ever had in her life. As Grant shifted in his sleep so that he was curled closer to her, Daisy could not help but smile at the realization that Grant was a cuddlier. Slowly she shifted to settle herself back down beside her ex-SO and smiled when his arm snaked around her waist to pull her flush against him. When he was asleep it was easier to ignore all of the things that had happened to them in their past.

After an hour of laying beside Grant however, Daisy's body felt some of her other basic bodily needs start to interfere with the idea of laying in bed all day. After trying and failing to unravel herself from his vice like grip on her waist Daisy had to shake Grant a bit to wake him up. "Ward move your arm." As his amber eyes opened to give her a questioning look she sighed before continuing. "I need the bathroom and food." At the mention of food her stomach gave out a rumble that surprised both of them. With a chuckle Grant let her go and propped himself up on his elbow to watch as she re donned the cloths she had been wearing before.

"I'll make us something to eat." He told her as Daisy slipped into the bathroom. After getting out of bed and disposing of the condom that he was still wearing he slipped on his boxers and a t-shirt and ventured into the kitchen to see what they had in the way of food. Grant was just about done cutting up all of the things he would need for two high protein omelets. "It will be just a few more minutes." He told her as she sat at the table. When the food was done they both sat and ate in silence. Grant tried not to let the silence bother him but for the life of him could not think of what to say to brake it. In the same moment both started to speak, then stopped and chuckled when it happened a second time. Finally, Grant told her to go first.

"I go by Daisy now." When Grant's eyebrow raised in question she continued. "You called me Skye, but I go by Daisy now. I've been using it ever since Cal underwent T.A.H.I.T.I. as a way to honor him and Jiaying. My full name, now that I have one, is Daisy Skye Johnson." Grant nodded at this expiation and smiled at how easy this conversation between them was.

"I like it and I'll try to remember to call you by Daisy now. But understand if I slip and go back to calling you Skye, it's only because I have thought of you as such for a very long time now." The easy conversation that they had going now reminded Grant of how things used to be back when he was still Daisy's SO. Things had been much simpler then. "I assume that the reason I was called in to help you with this Ghost Wind is because you have not changed the name on your 7A WF form since you joined the team." When Daisy had nothing to say in response Grant assumed he was correct. He could just imagine that at the time she had thought the form a joke and that was why she had never revised it. "I just want to know why you put my name down in the first place?" After a few minutes she responded.

"'Better the devil you know', I believe was the comment I made." At this Grant laughed allowed before standing to take their now empty plates to the sink. As Grant filled the sink part way with soapy water so he could wash up what he had used to make them food, Daisy came to stand beside him and grabbed the tea towel so she could assist in drying the dishes. A comfortable silence descended on them this time as Grant thought about what Daisy had said. If only she knew just how close to the truth that statement was now. What would she say if she knew he was like her and an inhuman? Would she become afraid of what he could do? Would she try to have Coulson lock him away for everyone else's safety? The frown that crossed his face as they finished the dishes had Daisy stopping him from moving to help her put them away as she inquired as to what was wrong.

"Just thinking about how accurate your assessment about the devil you know is." Grant's shoulders slumped as he resigned himself to what ever was to happen next. Before Daisy could question him, Grant raised his hands and snapped his fingers. In the next moment small flickering flames danced along his long and callused fingers and Daisy gasped in surprise.

"How long?" Daisy asked, unable to take her eyes off of the flames Grant had just created. Never in a million years would she have anticipated that Grant could also be an inhuman like she was.

"Seven months."

Daisy moved her gaze from his fingers to his eyes and realized that the flames were also flickering in them as well. His pupils were wide, and his expression was very focused. Intensely focused, on her. She wanted to look away from the depth of that gaze, but it felt impossible. She had never felt like this before as if an intangible inhuman connection between them had been created, and for a moment curiosity kicked in. Before Grant could determine what she was doing, Daisy reached out her hand and quickly ran her fingers threw the flames that his were creating. After putting out the flames Grant grabbed her hands to inspect them to see if she had been hurt. As the residual heat from Grants hands helped to ease the ach in her bruised arms Daisy could not help but moan in contentment. Grant joined her in lustful expressions as he pulled Daisy close to him again. Pushing herself up on her tiptoes in order to compensate for their height difference, one quick kiss melded into two but it hardly mattered when Grant took a moment to bend down into her. Taking his wrists in her hands she lifted his arms up above his head. Obediently, he held them there while she grabbed the bottom of his t-shirt and pulled it up and off of him.

Then his arms came down and around her body, and his mouth was on hers again before she could think. The material of his t-shirt slipped through her fingers but she couldn't be bothered to care about where it landed. He made her feel safe in a way that few others had. 'Grant's not going to hurt me' she thought. He'd told her so himself. And so when his lips move from her mouth to her neck she only protests slightly because while kissing him was very nice, his lips were also evoking a rather pleasant sensation right there. And there. And-oh right there. She was fairly certain she had said the last bit aloud because he chuckled and moved back to that spot a few seconds later.

Everything started moving very fast and very slow all at once. The dull throb between her legs had returned and grown into a very insistent ache, and when she pressed her hips against his once, then twice, she moaned in a rather wanton way. Grant rubbed his thumbs in slow circles into her hips as he could tell she needed him again and his lips started to suck a slow hickey onto her neck. Daisy whimpered and ran her fingers over his abs, curving a path across his rib cage and when he shuddered and his member hardened again as it pressed into her stomach, it took her a second to realize that this was because of her.

"You are so," he kisses her lips again, "so beautiful."

Daisy wanted to ask him what they're doing, why now, why this, why did she continue to feel like the world would end if they stopped, but as his hands travel to the waistband of her boy shorts and he looked right into her eyes as if he was asking permission to continue, she couldn't think of a good reason why they should stop. She wanted him, needed him in a way she could not explain. She wanted him to bend her over a table or throw her to the floor. She wanted this need for something, for him, this weight of want in her chest and between her thighs, gone from her body. Instead, Grant went down on his knees and puts his mouth on her after he dragged her undergarments down and off her legs. When she shuddered and stammered expletives the likes that would make a sailor blush, he began to look rather pleased with himself.

Sometime after that she pushed him to the floor, shucking off his boxers, and lowered herself onto him, bracing her hands on his shoulders. He said her name reverently, and it was the most beautiful sound Daisy had ever herd, even twisted and pulled from his lips as he tried to fight for some modicum of control.

Daisy kept her eyes on his; her focus was on him more than any of the movements her body was making. She found her release a second before he did, and once that burden of want was lifted, she slowly collapses onto his chest. Grant wrapped his arms around Daisy to keep her close to him as his heartbeat slowed, and she recognized that the pounding in her head and in her chest was slowly fading once again, but in it's place, sleep quickly took a hold of her senses.


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