In the Event…


Authors Note:

So first and for most I want to thank the almost 100 favorite and over 50 reviews that I have gotten to date for this story. You have all been awesome and with out all of you I would not have had the drive over the last 4 weeks to push past the fact that I have been so sick that I ended up in hospital with pneumonia, a sinuses and ear infection and bruised ribs from all of the coughing that I have done in the past few weeks.

Note to self, next time don't try to drive 8 hours, by your self, to the mountains when you feel a cold coming on. It only makes it worse then it should have been.

On a happy positive my kids got to see their Grate Grandmother before the 'old-timers' really started to kick in, because hay at her age she's allowed to start forgetting things. We also got to spend lots of time in the Canadian hot springs that we have never seen before. So explains away my 6-week hiatus.

Other then that I hope that you all like the chapter and I look forward to all of your reviews at the end.


Chapter 9

When Daisy woke the next morning it was to birds chirping and tiny streams of sunlight glistening threw the trees around them. Slowly she lifted her head off of Grants shoulder deciding not for the first time in the last few days that she was very grateful of his new increased body temperature. She doubted that they would have been able to sleep out on the hill top as comfortable as they had with out that heat. Looking down at the face of the man that she had been sleeping on she was surprised at just how much of a change that his face went threw when he slept. He looked years younger then he did while awake and all of the stress that she could see that he carried in his face was now gone. If anything the relaxed expression reminded her of their time aboard the Bus all those years ago.

It was strange to imagen now with everything that had passed between them, that if Grant has just not been Hydra that they could have been enjoying mornings like this for years. How would the 'team' be now had Grant still been a part of it instead of on the other side. Would their relationship have kept going? Would they maybe be engaged by now? Would they be talking about having a family one day? Or would everything have fallen apart when S.H.E.I.L.D. crumbled, or maybe latter when she became inhuman. Would Grant have still become inhuman as well? Maybe he would have chased her into the Cree temple and been affected by the obelisk instead of Trip. Where Trip had died in the temple Grant would have changed with her.

Very slowly so as not to wake him, Daisy lifted the hand that had been resting across his chest, over top of his heart, and as softly as she could she brushed Grant's bangs that had fallen into his face away so that she could see his eyes the moment that they opened this morning. If anyone were to ask she would have to say that amber was quickly becoming her favorite color again. It was while tracing her fingers across his eye boroughs and down his nose that he woke and his eyes opened.

"Hay" he whispered to her as if not wanting to brake the moment.

"Hi," she responded back as she put her hand back onto his chest in her favored spot above his heart. "We missed the meteor shower."

"So we did. Ah well, who needs shooting stars when I have a permanent one right in front of me." At the smirk on his lips and the glint in his eye Daisy could not stop the snicker from escaping her at that comment.

"Flirt."

"Been called worse in my time." And both chuckled at this as they settled back down. Daisy put her head back onto Grant's chest and he rapped his arms more securely around her waist. "If I had to choose any one moment to live the rest of my life in," Grant started.

"This would be it."

"Ya."

Daisy had to agree with that statement as this moment had none of the expectations of anyone but herself and the comfortable peace that she was feeling at this moment. No rules or accusations. No demands on her time or even expectations on what she should or should not be wanting. In this moment she could just be a girl enjoying the morning with a boy and nothing else. As quickly as the moment had come it was also gone as her stomach started to grumble at its state of fullness.

"Is someone a bit hungry then." Grant could not stop laughing at Daisy's stomach. For a guy that burned threw more calories then an army in a day, he sure loved making fun of her larger then normal appetite when it reared its head. "It seams like all I am ever doing for you any more is feeding one appetite or another with you."

"For a man who seams to be getting as much out of one of my appetites as I am, I would refrain from making fun of me for it. As for my stomach your japs are going to cost you Pancakes and sausage." At the mention of sausage Grant was yet again laughing at her.

"Yes my lady. Your wish is my command. But you will have to stand before I can, so that we can go back to the cabin." After giving Grant a quick kiss on the lips, Daisy stood and started gathering all of the things that they had brought with them for the evening before. Grant started to fold up all of the blankets that they had used and by the time that they were ready to go the sun had finished rising in the sky.

When they were ready to leave their hill they could now not only see the path back down it but also the evidence of Daisy's tremors on the hill sides. Daisy looked at Grant in surprise at the minor destruction that she had caused but Grant just laughed it off and said that it was a testament to his skills in the sack and that she should be proud of it as it showed that she had a good time with him. When they got back to the cabin however they were greeted by Jemma and Mack.

"Did you have a good night there Tremors?" Mack inquired with a twinkle in his eye.

"Ya, I guess considering we missed the meter shower that we had gone out there to see." This statement caused Mack to chuckle at them and Jemma to flush in the face. "What?"

"Your activities caused the seismic equipment that we had set up in the surrounding hills to go off last night. The entire base was alerted to it and when we brought up the satellite feeds over the area to make sure that nothing was wrong, we found more then we bargained for. I believe the comment from Lincoln was 'at least we know that he's helping Daisy.' Even though the camera was on inferred we could see as the tremors you were producing as they worked there way out from where you too took up last night as they traveled threw the ground." By the end of this explanation Daisy had buried her head into her hands to escape her embarrassment while Grant just laughed at her again while going to start his specialty pancakes that Daisy loved so much.

"That was partly why I told you to keep all of that inside the cabin. Its not so bad now, but the tremors that you were giving off at the beginning of all this would have cause serious damage to anyone or thing that was in the surrounding area. Fitz and some of the engineers are trying to come up with ways of pinning the mountain above the base back together so that any 'accidents' you might have in future will not bring the roof down on our heads." Jemma told them as she went to wash and set the table for breakfast.

"Well now that you know for sure and have proof that Ward is indeed helping me with my Ghost Wind, I hope that this will help with some people's opinion of him." Daisy could only imagine what Coulson and May were thinking of everything that had been going on. She also knew that May was less then impressed with the way that things had gone down and the fact that Grant was now inhuman meant that any of the plans that Agent May might have had about locking him up for his past crimes where now unavailable to her. Daisy would have to mention that to Grant for she had her doubts that her new what S.H.R.I.L.D.'s position on those sorts of things were.

When Breakfast was finished Jemma took Daisy out to the quin jet so that she could take the daily blood sample so that she could sent it to Fitz to plug into the analyzer. As she looked over the results Jemma was confident in saying that almost everything was now out of Daisy's system and that she would only need to stay at the Retreat for another day or so. This revelation had Daisy looking at Grant when she thought he was not looking threw out the day, trying to decide how she should go about requesting more reliable contact information from him so that she could reach him in the future, as this would mean that their time together was going to be coming to a close soon.

When Jemma and Mack left them not soon after on a mission related emergency, Grant and Daisy decided to watch a movie together on the couch that Daisy had convinced Mack to bring back into the cabin from the storage unit out side. So with snacks on hand and her laptop across from them on one of the kitchen chairs they settled in to watch the latest action comedy that she had been given by Lincoln. Doing this again brought Daisy back to memories of them watching movies with Fitz and Jemma while on the Bus. Again she wished that things had been different for all of them.

As the movie finished Daisy whom had been leaning on Grants chest for most of the film sat up to stretch and winced at the tightness in her right shoulder.

"You alright?"

"Stiff neck. Could have to do with where we slept last night."

"Hear turn and I will get the knots out." Grant started off softly rubbing circles into the affected area but gradually started to make his way down her back and upper arms, working to relive any tension that he found under her skin with a combination of the pressure in his hands and the heat that he was cranking out again to aid him in massaging her.

Daisy could not help it when she moaned as his hands found a sensitive spot just above her right hip where his fingers had dug into her the night before during their time on the hill. His hands were bliss and agony against her skin. She could feel the heat in her and her heart beat rise.

"It's still happening," he said softly. "Isn't it?"

Suddenly, the only thoughts her brain were capable of were all the other things he'd done to her body with those hands.

"Yes, maybe… I don't know," she whispered, because she didn't know and she hated not knowing. She was starting to feel self-conscious until Ward dipped his head to kiss her, both of his palms pressing into her waist. She could feel the heat of his hands through the thin material of her shirt, and she turned to grip his shoulders as she leaned into his touch. It was one of those slow, steal-your-breath-and-then-give-it-back again kisses, and the intensity of it made Daisy weak in the knees, she would have fallen if she hadn't already been in Grants arms. As it was, she felt lightheaded, more so when Ward pulled back slightly, moving a hand to cup her cheek as he pressed his forehead against hers. His breath was hot against her mouth, and she didn't have to wonder if he was as affected by it as she was when he tucked a lock of her hair back behind her ear and she felt his fingers tremble as they did so.

He tilted his head as he leaned in again, changing the angle and letting the kiss go even deeper. She opened her mouth to him, and his tongue pushed gently against hers. It was impossible to stop the soft moan at the contact, and Ward responded to it by pulling her in even closer, his arms wrapping securely around her. In a blur of movement, she was in his arms. One hand tipped her head back while the other wrapped securely around her waist, holding her body tightly to his. Daisy let out this odd, high-pitched sort of whine as Ward pushed her back against the couch. He held himself up as she scrambled for a second to slip into a good position against him. Finally, her legs found purchase around his hips.

His hands felt like they were absolutely everywhere, and she loved it. It felt so easy to get caught up in everything about him. Ward's hips rocked against hers as his lips moved back to her mouth, and all logical thought fled from her mind.

"Ward," she managed to say between kisses. "Bed." This couch was still as uncomfortable as the last time she was hear at the Retreat during her own transitioning.

"Mmmm." He hummed against her lips, hands lifting her shirt, tantalizingly grazing his knuckles against the smooth skin of her stomach. He slid the shirt up her arms and let the garment fall to the floor.

"Bed." She tugged lightly at his hair. "Now, Grant."

It was not the first time she had called him by his first name, but it is the first time it had happened while she wasn't in the middle of a mind-shattering orgasm. And while his first name showed up in her thoughts often now, it still felt strange on her tongue. Ward grinned at her, but he obligingly picked her up with him, tightening his arms around her as he turned to follow her instruction. He bent to set her down on the bed, and for just a second she stared up at him, her hands trailing down his arms. He stilled when she reached for the hem of his shirt, but quickly complied by helping her lift it up and off. Once it was gone, Ward knelt in front of her and place a line of kisses from her breastbone to the hem of her jeans. Daisy brushed a hand across the side of his face as he worked on removing her jeans and underpants. They stared at each other when he was done, suspended in that moment for a second, eyes locked on each other. He surged forward then, arms banding tight around her waist as he pulled her close to him, kissing her firmly and stealing her breath away. They fell backwards onto the bed, him over her.

"You," she said between short, shallow breathes, "Are wearing too many clothes." She meant for it to be joking, for it to lighten the sudden, heady intensity with which he was kissing her with, but the words came out laced with tenderness. Dipping his head down to kiss the bend of her neck and shoulder, Ward murmured her name against her skin, and she was lost again.

"Clothes, Ward," she whispered when his fingers snuck around her to unclasp her bra. "Off."

"I am taking clothes off," he protested, slipping her bra off of her body and tossing it aside. Bending down to kiss her collarbone, he kept moving downward. Before he could get too far, her hands land on his shoulders, gripping tightly.

"Grant." There was his name again. His lips stilled against her skin, and he tipped his head back just slightly to look up at her. "Your clothes," she specified. He chuckled then, and it was so strange to hear Ward laugh that it took Daisy a second to realize that one of his hands had actually already gone to the button of his jeans. He backed away to slide the pants down his hips, and the fact that he was not touching her was agony. Like the removal of the last item of clothing between them had flipped a switch, Ward suddenly slowed down. He kissed her, and he rocked against her, sliding calloused fingers between her legs and building her up slowly until it felt like every nerve ending in her body was pulsing with want and need. Quickly she helped role a condom onto him before kissing him again.

They both let out a shaky breath when he slid inside, like that action alone had fixed something otherwise broken in them. When he moved, back and forth in a way she was only able to describe as perfection, it was all she could do just to breathe, and even then her breathing turn into moans and sighs.

She was right on the edge when he slowed down again, kissing her mouth and rubbing his thumbs into the space above her hipbones. She rocked her hips and moaned his first name and that seemed to break Ward out of this daze. His movements became quicker, less controlled.

"So close," she whispered, and all he had to say was, "I've got you," before she was clenching around him, crying out as she hid her face against his shoulder. He followed her, continuing to press kisses along her neck and shoulders as they both came down.

Slowly she lifted her head to look him in the eyes and she saw it. There in his eyes, shining back at her. It had been there for a while now and no matter how much she may have wanted to ignore it or hide from it she knew. This was going to change everything. So closing her eyes to the truth she let sleep take her away. Because only in that brief moment between wakefulness and sleep did she let herself feel the truth. That she was falling in love with him all over again, just as much as he was her.


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