Hey babes! Back again with something new for ya.
So obviously it's pretty clear that I've decided to continue this little number. I got inspired a little while back and wrote up this chapter, but held off on posting it because I wanted it to be as perfect as possible. Now I think that it is.
There is going to be one more chapter after this, and then this story will really be done.
Also, for those of you reading All the Songs Make Sense, there's going to be about a week's delay on the next chapter as I'm having a bit of a block with writing it. But I'm really trying.
Anyways, you're here for the story.
Enjoy!
Breathing in deeply, Skye cracks her eyes open slowly, recoiling a bit at the sunlight shining directly on her eye lids. She lets out a big yawn as she stretches her body to wake up more.
Sitting up in the bed, she tosses the covers off of her body and reaches down to grab the men's white dress shirt off the floor and pull it onto her body, doing up only some of the buttons as she slides around so she's sitting on the edge of the bed.
Standing up, she pads her way over to the door and then out into the hallway, running one hand through her long, messy locks.
"Morning," she says as she enters the kitchen, stepping up behind the man at the stove and wrapping her arms around his torso. She presses a few kisses to his shoulder blades, smiling against his warm skin.
"Skye, I'm trying to make breakfast," the man says, and she can hear the smile in his voice.
"Grant, I'm trying to say good morning," she mimics him with her own smile.
Grant turns around in her embrace and wraps his own arms around her. "Good morning," he says, leaning down to give her a kiss. "Did you sleep well?"
"Obviously. Because you were right there beside me. I've found I sleep so much better when I'm with you."
"Well then it's a good thing I don't plan on leaving your side for a very long time."
Skye smirks. "Grant Ward, that sounded a lot like planning for the future. We've only been dating for two months and you're already trying to put a ring on it."
Grant chuckles. "Don't worry, I'm not trying to tie you down yet."
"Good. Because there is still so much I want to do. And I can't do any of it if I'm a wife."
Grant nods and leans down closer. "Uh-huh, I'm sure." He smiles and presses his lips against hers, pulling her closer.
Skye slides her hands up to play with the hair at the nape of his neck as she deepens the kiss between them.
"We have to eat and then get ready to go, Skye," Grant tells his girlfriend as she kisses along his jaw, his eyes fluttering.
"Five more minutes," she mutters against his skin, kissing her way down his throat.
Grant closes his eyes at the feeling and then lets out a small groan. "Fine," he relents, reaching down to grab Skye's thighs and lift her up. "Five more minutes."
She kisses up his neck and toward his ear, lightly nipping at his earlobe. "I'll make it worth your while."
Reaching behind him, Grant's hand fumbles for a moment and then he switches off the hot burner before holding onto Skye again and walking back toward his room, attaching their lips together again.
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"Good morning, everybody," Grant greets his coworkers as he enters the bullpen of the law firm, giving them all a smile.
"Hey, Grant," Kara speaks up first. "Can you come here for a minute?"
He walks over and stops at Kara's desk, leaning sideways up against it. "What's up?" he asks.
Kara leans back in her chair and looks up at him. "I was just wondering if you could settle something for us," she says, gesturing to the others sitting near her.
"I can try."
Kara nods. "Good." She shifts in her seat and casually crosses her arms over her chest. "You've been here for two months now, right?"
"Just a little over, but yeah. Why?"
"Well, Mack over here is convinced that he saw you and Skye at some restaurant your first day here."
Mack looks up and shakes his head. "Kara, no. I said to leave me out of this. I told you that I didn't want to be a part of your ridiculous bet."
"You're the one who brought it up," she tells him.
"But I also said to leave it alone because it's none of our business."
Kara waves him off. "Whatever." She looks back at Grant. "So, was that you and Skye having a romantic evening, or is Mack just losing his mind?"
"Yes, we went to dinner. But nothing more came of it and we're still friends."
"I believe the part about going to dinner, but I don't believe the part where it didn't go anywhere."
"That's on you, then," he says with a small shrug.
"Morning, guys."
The small group at the desks turns their heads to see Skye approaching them with a smile on her face.
"Hello, Skye," Jemma says.
"Hey, Jemma. Hi, Grant," she says, giving him a small smile.
He smiles back at her. "Hey."
Their eyes remain locked for a small moment before Skye clears her throat and straightens up. "Well, I have some important things to do before I have to head back out, including a quick meeting with my parents, but I'll see you guys later." She turns and makes her way across the bull pen toward her own desk near the back.
"You're sleeping with her."
Grant's head whips toward Kara to see the raven haired woman looking at him with wide eyes. "What? I have no idea what you mean."
"Don't play stupid with me, Grant Ward. You may be a great lawyer, but I will find out the truth."
"Good luck with that," he tells her as he pushes off of her desk. "There's nothing to find."
"Office party this weekend, everybody, who's gonna be there?"
"You can count me in," Kara says to the employee who just shouted out, raising her hand up in the air. She looks over to the desk across from hers. "What about you, Mack? You in?"
"I don't know," he says. "I'll have to check with Elena because we might have plans this weekend."
"You definitely have to come," Kara tells. "And bring Elena too. We could always use more bodies at the office party this weekend."
"Ooh, office party, count me in," Skye pipes up as she leans out of the break room. "Technically I'm not an actual employee here, but I'm still showing up. My parents own the place, try and stop me."
Snickers come from all throughout the bull pen at Skye's statement.
More and more people around the bull pen chime in, letting the group know they'll show up, or might show up if other obligations fall through at the last minute.
"Quick question," Skye speaks back up as she steps out of the break room completely and leans back against the wall just outside of it, a hot cup of coffee cradled in her hands. "Will there be alcohol there? And if so, is it going to be the good stuff? Otherwise I'm not going."
"Oh it'll be the good stuff," Kara replies. "That's the only way to truly party."
"You got that right," another employee exclaims from across the bull pen.
"Hey Grant!" Skye calls out when she sees Grant emerging from the hallway that leads to the bathrooms.
He looks up at her. "Yeah?"
"Office party this weekend. Alcohol will be present. You going?"
Grant's silent for a moment and then he smiles at her. "Absolutely."
She smiles back at him over the rim of her cup of coffee before pushing off the wall and making her way back in the direction of her desk.
Grants walks back to his own desk a few seconds later, ignoring the looks Kara keeps shooting him.
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"Guys, has anyone seen Grant or Skye?" Kara asks her group of friends as they hang around the bull pen sipping on their drinks.
"I saw them a few minutes ago talking with each other in the break room," Jemma tells her. "But then they seem to have disappeared."
Kara smirks. "Oh, they're good. They're really good." She sets her drink down on the nearest hard surface and pushes off the wall she'd been leaning against.
"Wait, where are you going?" Mack asks her as she makes her way out of the bull pen.
"To check if my hunch is right," she calls back.
Walking down the hall with determination in every stride, Kara keeps her eyes, but mainly her ears, peeled for any indication of where her two friends might be.
Hearing some soft thuds, she slows her feet and listens again, hearing a few more soft thuds and hushed words coming from not too far ahead of her.
Reaching one of the utility closets, the thuds still soft but much more prominent, she reaches out and pulls the door open, a smirk immediately growing on her lips at the sight in front of her.
Grant and Skye jump apart and stare at Kara; both of them with flushed cheeks and wide eyes. Grant's shirt is removed and on the floor, the top of his pants unbuttoned but still up on his body, while Skye's dress is pushed up to her waist from her place on top of a large crate.
"I knew it."
Skye jumps down from the crate and adjusts her dress while Grant pulls his shirt back on and rebuttons his pants. "Kara," she says to the raven-haired woman. "What are you doing here?"
"Looking for you two," she replies, leaning against the doorframe. "Trying to screw each other in a utility closet. Do you even realize how cliché that is?"
"Yeah, well, it's kind of exhilarating sneaking around," Skye remarks, smoothing back her hair.
"I don't get why you don't just tell people," Kara says. "I'm pretty sure everyone around here suspects something is going on between you two and they'd probably cheer you on and help you find places to go at each other."
Skye quirks an eyebrow. "You do know who my parents are, right? And how my dad is super weird about me dating guys who work here. He'll go completely ballistic. And as much as I would love to see his head explode from all of this, because you know how much I love to drive him crazy, I really don't want him freaking out on Grant."
Kara nods. "Right, well. You two better get back out there before anyone else notices you're gone and tries to find you. Like your parents for example," she says, looking at Skye. "Because they're both here and probably wondering where you're at."
Skye curses under her breath and then looks up at her boyfriend. "Wait a few minutes after I leave to go back to the party, okay?"
He nods. "Yeah, okay. My place tonight or yours?" he asks her.
Skye tilts her head. "Mine?"
He smiles. "Sounds good."
"Great." She leans up on her toes to give him a kiss. "I'll see you later."
"Yeah, bye."
Skye gives him a smile and then turns to make her way out of the closet and down the hall, Kara following right beside her.
"So how long has that been going on?" Kara asks.
"Um, since his first day three months ago," Skye replies.
Kara's eyes go wide. "Seriously?"
Skye nods. "Yeah. We had dinner that first night and then at the end of the night he asked me if I wanted to go out again and I obviously said yes."
Kara nods. "Okay. And how long have you two been sleeping together?"
"Two months, I think?" Skye answers. "He was very much into the whole, 'wait until we've known each other well enough' thing, but I was very much into the 'you have a really nice body and I want it on mine' thing."
"And you clearly won him over," Kara remarks.
Skye smirks. "Well, when he showed up to my place one night and saw what I had on that I bought specially for him, his mind sure seemed to change pretty quickly."
Kara laughs. "Somehow that doesn't really surprise me."
Skye laughs as well. "Yeah, the look on his face was pretty priceless. Took a little bit of coaxing to actually get him to move to the bedroom but I don't think either of us will ever forget that night."
Kara scrunches her face up. "Okay, yeah, that's enough. I don't need to hear about every one of your sexcapades."
"Who's sexcapades?" Lincoln asks when Skye and Kara rejoin the group.
Kara looks at Skye and smirks.
Skye's eyes go wide and she shakes her head. "Kara, no."
Kara looks back at the group. "Skye and Grant."
Skye sighs. "I hate you so much," she says to Kara.
Kara shrugs. "It was bound to come out eventually. Especially if you two keep sneaking off to utility closets together."
"Wait, you two chose a utility closet at the office party?" Mack asks her.
Skye sighs and nods. "Yeah. But Kara found us before we could even get to the good part."
"Hey, guys," Grant says as he joins the group again, his cheeks no longer flushed and his hair and clothes righted. He makes sure to not stand too close to Skye.
"Relax, babe," Skye says to him. "They know."
He looks at her. "They know?"
She nods. "Kara told them."
He smiles and steps closer to her, tossing an arm around her shoulders. "Well in that case..."
Skye rolls her eyes and pushes his arm off her shoulders. "I said our friends know, but the rest of the office still doesn't."
He nod and takes a small step away. "Right, got it."
"I'm telling you right now that the rest of the office is going to find out very soon. Especially if you two go at it the way you were when I found you in that closet," Kara tells them.
"And we'll cross that bridge when we come to it," Skye responds. "For now, let's just enjoy the party and the free booze."
"Are you sure your dad doesn't know about us?" Grant asks Skye as they stand together in the break room. "Because I swear he's been giving me the stink eye all day."
"Relax, babe. I promise you that he doesn't know. He may be a great lawyer, and a fairly decent boss, but he definitely sucks at noticing every little thing that goes on in my life."
"Still. Are you absolutely sure that he doesn't know?"
Skye sighs and turns towards Grant. "Babe, listen to me. I promise you that he doesn't know anything."
"I really hope you're right. Because the last thing I need right now is to get reprimanded in the middle of my place of work. Doesn't quite set the right reputation I want to be known around here for."
Skye smiles and steps towards him. "Everything is going to be fine. Just relax. Please." She reaches up and rests a hand on his chest. "Don't get so worked up about this. I'll tell my parents about us eventually, but for right now it's kind of fun having this just to ourselves," she tells him.
"Our friends know," he reminds her.
She waves it off. "Besides them."
"Just please don't take too long in telling them, okay? We've been together for almost six months and I don't know how much longer I'll be able to go without being able to stand close to you and touch you and kiss you around the office."
"Even if my parents did know, you still wouldn't be able to do any of that. You know, that whole 'keeping it professional' thing. I don't think it'd go over too well with HR if we made out in the middle of the bull pen at your desk every morning."
"While I wouldn't oppose to that happening, I get your point."
"Good. Now, meet me in the utility closet in ten minutes." She winks at him before stepping back and turning around to walk out of the break room.
Grant stays in his spot for a moment longer, taking a few slow deep breaths. Standing up a little straighter, he makes his way out of the break room and toward his desk, keeping his eyes focused on the clock as much as possible, counting down the minutes.
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"Ward, my office, now," Phil speaks up, stepping into the bull pen quickly before turning and making his way back down the hall.
Grant locks eyes with his friends and then Skye, having a silent conversation with their eyes, before following after his boss. He takes a deep breath as he enters the office. "You wanted to speak with me?"
"Close the door," Phil instructs, sitting down behind his desk.
Grant closes the door, noticing Skye lingering nearby, and then turns to face the older man. "May I ask what this is about, sir?"
"How long have you been with this firm, Ward?"
"Just over six months, sir."
Phil nods. "And in the last six months, how would you feel your work has been?"
"I feel like I've done the best I can in every case I've handled," he answers.
"Would you say I've been a good boss?" he asks.
Grant nods. "Of course. I really admire you and your work here. Like I said in my interview, it's one of the reasons for my wanting to work here."
Phil looks up at him with a hard gaze. "So then tell me why you think it's remotely okay for you to date my only daughter when it's my one stipulation for anyone working here?"
"Respectfully, sir, I really don't believe that what your daughter does, or who she sees, on her own time is any of your business."
Phil's jaw tightens. "She is my daughter, and you are my employee. So either you stop seeing her, or your employment here will be terminated. You have until the end of the day to make your decision."
Grant takes a deep breath. "Then I quit."
Phil raises an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"
"You heard me, sir. If you're going to give me an ultimatum such as that, then I quit. This may be an amazing job opportunity for me, but I love your daughter and I'm not going to be one of those people who always chooses their job and career over their loved ones."
Before Phil can open his mouth in response, the office door flies open and both men turn their heads to see Skye standing in the doorway, tears in her eyes.
"You love me?" she asks, looking straight at her boyfriend.
"Skye, get out."
The brunette ignores her father and moves further into the office, stopping right in front of Grant. "Do you really love me?" she asks him.
He sighs. "That's now how I wanted to tell you." He reaches down to grab both of her hands in his. "I know we've only been together for six months but I am completely crazy about you, Skye Coulson. I love you."
Skye smiles up at him and then drops one of his hands to cup the back of his neck and pull him down into a searing kiss. "I love you too," she says against his lips.
"And I love when my employees don't date my daughter," Phil pipes in.
Grant and Skye break apart and turn to look at him, their hands still clasped together.
"Learn to deal with it, dad," Skye tells him. "Grant and I aren't planning on breaking up, so if you want me to continue doing freelance work for your company and for one of your best employees to stay on, then you should probably learn to be okay with it. I'm a big girl, dad; you can't keep scaring off guys that want to be with me."
Phil sighs. "I just want you to be safe, Skye. You're my only child. My little girl."
Skye smiles softly. "I know, dad. But I'm an adult; I can make my own decisions. And if something happens, then that's on me and I'll deal with it. So can you please try to be okay with this?"
Phil purses his lips. "Does he treat you well?"
Skye smiles. "He's always a perfect gentleman."
Phil steps around the desk and walks until he's standing in front of Grant and Skye. He looks up at Grant. "If you break her heart, I'll make your career here miserable. Understand?"
Grant nods. "Yes, sir."
"Good. Now get out of my office. And keep the PDA to a minimum around the office so I don't have to see it, and go down to HR later. They'll need to know about this and have you fill out a few forms."
Skye grins and then drags Grant out of her dad's office, immediately pulling him down into another kiss once they're in the hallway.
"What did I just say?" Phil calls out.
Skye breaks the kiss long enough to close the door tightly, returning her lips to Grant's once again.
*1 year later*
"Hey, has anybody seen Grant?" Skye asks her friends as she enters the larger area of the bullpen. "He left early this morning to run some errands apparently and I haven't seen him since."
"Um, I think I saw him go into your dad's office earlier," Fitz tells her, removing the pen from his mouth to speak.
"Any idea how long he's been in there?" she asks.
Fitz opens his mouth and then closes it again. "Ah, nope. No idea. Sorry."
She sighs. "That's fine, no worries."
"Did you need him for something?" Kara asks her friend.
Skye shakes her head. "No, not really. He wasn't answering his phone and I was just wondering where he went. Thanks, guys."
"Yeah, no problem."
Skye turns and makes her way down the hall toward her dad's office, stopping at the door to listen for a moment.
Pushing the door open, she peers inside to see her dad and Grant sitting side by side in the chairs in front of her dad's desk.
"What's going on in here?" she asks casually, leaning against the frame.
"We're just discussing some business," Phil tells his daughter.
Skye nods. "Uh-huh. Grant?" she asks her boyfriend, raising an eyebrow at him.
He swallows. "What your dad said. We're just discussing some very important business."
"Right, okay. Well, you weren't answering your phone so I wanted to let you know that I have to get going to that other company now that requested some help."
Grant nods. "Great, thanks. I'll uh, I'll see you tonight at home."
She narrows her eyes in suspicion and confusion. "Yeah, okay. Love you."
"Love you too."
Stepping out of the office, Skye pulls the door closed behind her, confusion still on her face as she goes down the hall to retrieve her things from her desk before heading out.
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"Grant? Babe, are you home?" Skye calls out as she walks through the front door of their apartment.
"In the bedroom," he calls back.
She drops her laptop bag on the couch as she moves down the small hallway toward their bedroom. Stepping into it, she finds Grant standing in front of the vanity, dressed in black slacks and a button up dress shirt. "Wow, you look pretty fancy," she says with a smile.
He turns to look at her and smiles. "Hey." He glances down at his outfit and then back up at her. "Yeah, I uh, I made dinner reservations for us tonight."
"And were you going to tell me about these dinner plans?" she asks him, taking a few steps forward and slowly sauntering toward him.
Grant turns fully toward her and reaches out to rest his hands on her hips, pulling her close. "I just did."
She laughs quietly. "Yes you did. But were you going to tell me earlier?"
"I thought about it. But I ultimately decided to just surprise you. So surprise. We're going to dinner. Your dress is already picked out and hanging in the closet. Once you're dressed meet me in the living room and then we'll go. I love you." He drops a quick kiss to her lips and then ducks out of the room, making his way out into the living room.
Skye just shakes her head with a small, quiet laugh and crosses the carpet towards the closet. Pulling the door open she smiles at the beautiful knee length pink dress hanging up right in the front.
"Nicely done, Grant," she says quietly as she pulls the dress out of the closet to admire it. "Very nicely done."
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"I still can't believe you actually brought me here," Skye says to her boyfriend as the two of them sit at a table in the familiar setting. She lets her eyes roam around the room again, her mind flashing back to that night many months ago when they were just starting to get to know one another. "Why haven't we come back here sooner?" she asks, looking back at Grant.
"That is a very good question," Grant replies with a smile, setting his wine glass back down on the table.
"I also have another question for you," she says.
"Well I have one for you too," he says, rubbing his sweaty palms against the fabric of his pants.
"You first," she says with a small smile.
He shakes his head. "No, you go first."
"You sure?"
He nods. "Yeah, trust me. What did you want to ask?"
She rests her forearms against the table as she leans forward. "What were you talking to my dad about earlier in his office? Because I have a very strong feeling that it wasn't work related since you were both sitting on the same side of his desk."
Grant's breath catches and he's quiet for a moment before letting out a breath. "That's actually a perfect segway into my question to you."
She furrows her brows. "It is?"
He nods his head. "Yeah." He shifts in his chair, reaching one hand into his pocket. "I wasn't talking to your dad about work. I was talking to him about...us."
"What?"
"I know you're not really a traditionalist and you'd probably take it as some kind of attack against your independence or whatnot, but I was raised to be a gentleman and the proper thing is to ask the father's permission before."
Skye leans back in her chair, her heart rate increasing just a little. "Before what?"
Grant takes a deep breath and then stands from his chair and walks around the table so he's next to Skye. He sinks down onto one knee, eliciting a quiet gasp from his girlfriend.
"Skye," he begins, "I've felt something for you from the very first moment I laid eyes on you. You mean so much to me and I can't imagine going through life without you by my side for every single second of it." He pulls his hand out of his pocket and holds up a small, black box, flipping up the top to reveal a beautiful, yet simple diamond ring. "Will you marry me?"
Things are quiet between them as they both remain in their spots, Grant looking up at Skye with a nervous expression while she just stares down at Grant and the ring.
"Um, Skye? Honey, you kinda need to say something."
"Oh, right." She lets a wide grin spread out across her face. "Yes! Of course I'll marry you."
Grant grins and takes the ring from the box, setting the box on the table, and slowly slides the ring onto Skye's finger.
Skye smiles as she pulls her hand toward her face and admires the new piece of jewelry. "It's so beautiful."
"A beautiful ring for a beautiful woman," Grant says, still down on one knee.
Skye looks at him and cups his face in her hands, pulling him into a searing kiss as she falls to her knees in front of him.
"I love you so much," she says against his lips.
"I love you too. And I can't wait to marry you."
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