Skye grinned, ear pressed to the door. Then, hearing Simmons's response, she let out a loud whoop.
"Ward! You owe me twenty!"
"What?" called the grumpy specialist from his bunk.
"Fitzsimmons just got together!"
"What?! It's five in the morning! And hey, I only bet you ten!"
"Ten per confession! And it would have been thirty if they made out, but I don't think they did!" She was literally shouting through the door, causing Coulson to poke his head out of his office and May to watch in the middle of Tai Chi.
"Ugh, too early, rookie."
"You owe me!"
"Later."
Fitzsimmons listened to the commotion in the halls from under fluffy covers. Groaning slightly, Leo tucked himself a little tighter around his partner. "Jems?"
"Yes?"
"Did you happen to get the formula that caused the whole fiasco?" Her brow furrowed, but she nodded. "How far can we take pranking? Because Skye and Ward could really use some bonding time…" Simmons let out a girlish giggle.
"Of course they could… And it's exceptionally normal for them to be testing guns together, after all," she murmured. Leo kissed her forehead and pulled her a little closer to him.
"But for now, sleep."
"Sleep," she agreed, her breathing matching his as they sank into a soft, grey slumber.
