A/N: Ayyyyy. Here's another chapter. I know it's a little draggy and that I want to quickly bring them to the holidays so bad but I can't resist just writing this! I'm sorry if my style of writing consists of a lot of dialogues and very little narrative! A friend pointed that out when we had to write a story for class recently and mentioned that some may not like it but *sighs* I tried. *shrugs* Whatever it is, I hope it's okay! ^^

Disclaimer: Yeah, yeah. I know. Shhh.

Coulson woke, slowly opening his eyes, his head still groggy, heavy from the sleep. He saw a figure standing in front of him, smirking and crossing his arms across his chest.

Andrew.

"What the hell are you doing staring at me like that? Are you going to rape me or something?" Coulson croaked, pinching the bridge of his nose, trying to wake himself up, also at the fact that he was so sick of Andrew being such a child sometimes.

Andrew simply smiled cheekily and pointed subtly to the direction of Coulson's chest, making the latter realise the weight there was on it.

He saw a hand placed over his chest. Coulson turned, to see a sweet, peaceful face burrowed into his neck. He smiled, admiring the view. Never had his mornings be greeted with such a gentle face. Not in a long time. Not since New York.

"Ehem." Andrew cleared his throat.

"Oh shit." Coulson muttered under his breath.

"I'll leave you two alone. I'll get room service for your breakfast." Andrew winked.

"No, no. I'm coming with you! Wait for me to-" Coulson tried to get up. But Skye clutched on to his chest tighter, moving in closer to him. "Damn."

Andrew raised an eyebrow, "Really?" He turned on his heels, "Room service for the two of you. I'm gonna hit on the receptionist from yesterday first."

"Don't leave-," Coulson called out. But apparently he was too late as the door closed at him, "me. Screw you, Ryan!"

He resigned back into the bed, flopped his head back into the pillow, relieving a loud sigh when he felt Skye's hand wrapped tighter around his chest. Secretly, he found the gesture calming, just like she did before when he was on the memory machine. All the nightmares that he had waken to, he had managed to calm himself down with the memory of her hands clenching his, placing it on his chest. But here he is, lying down still, after in a long while, not having even the slightest of a nightmare, waking to her hand lying wrapped around his chest. Not a memory now, but one he would definitely consider to be.

Without thinking or hesitation, he stretched his left hand over Skye, stroking her hair and with his free one, he held the one wrapped around his chest and started drawing circles at the back of it with his thumb. He simply smiled as he looked at her, a face so peaceful, so young. He wondered in silence, how could that small little face have gone through so many hardships and yet managed to take each day that passed with a smile. How could have that face so peaceful still seem to be broken?

He snapped out of his wonder and removed a stray lock of hair that covered her face, in which, the gesture woke her up, when she suddenly breathed in sharply and her eyes started to slowly open.

"Shhhh." Coulson patted her arm and continued to stroke her hair, in an attempt to make her go back to sleep.

Of course, it did not work. Skye woke, her eyes started trailing up his neck before seeing his face. They gazed a while, and he felt her intertwine their fingers together. He gave her a smile, "Hey, good morning."

"Yup." She replied, her voice still croaky. At this point, they still hold their gaze at each other until Skye realised, "Oh shit."

That was all she muttered. Coulson simply let out a laugh, "Yup."

But neither budged. Their hands did not went separate ways, still holding on to each other.

"I'm sorry. It's just that, I haven't slept this much in a while. Do you-"

"No, I don't." Coulson stroked her hair, "A little while more?"

"Can I?"

Coulson nodded.

"Oh shit." She pulled away from him, separating their hands, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to- I just- Goddammit. Did Andrew-?"

Coulson chuckled at her sudden realisation of their body contact. But on another note, he felt a sudden coldness when she pulled away. "Yup." He responded to her unfinished question.

*DING DONG*

"Room service for breakfast!" Andrew made his way into the room, with a tray of pancakes and coffee for them.

"Goddammit, Ryan! I thought you said it was gonna be room service!" Coulson hissed and sat up properly.

"This is room service. I delivered this to the room for you." Andrew settled the tray down on the coffee table beside Skye's side of the bed, "Oh, hello, Skye."

Skye simply smiled back, subtly moving away from Coulson, pulling up the blanket to cover herself up. Even she did not know why she did that.

"Ehem. So..." Andrew awkwardly stood by the bed in front of them, "I'm just gonna go and walk around a bit. And put my bag in the car."

The two on the bed nodded.

"Okay." They said in unison.

"Uh, okay. You guys enjoy your breakfast. Take your time to clean up or whatsoever. I will be just outside walking about or... Just outside."

"Okay." They repeated.

"Remember, I'm still your bloody bodyguard."

"Okay."

"Right. I'll go outside now." Andrew turned around and eventually closed the door behind him.

The two sat in silence.

"Now what?" Coulson questioned as he turned to Skye, only to see the latter taking the tray and placing it on her lap, the coffee placed on the table.

Skye noticed Coulson observing her cut the pancakes, "What?"

"Are you going to leave some for me?"

Skye glared down at her pancakes, "But there are only 4."

"Only 4?"

"What? I'm starving."

"At least keep one aside for me!"

Skye stopped midway from feeding herself, "Urghh. Okay fine. We'll share. But there are no extra cutleries."

Coulson stared at the plate full of pancakes.

Skye noticed it, in which, she poked the bit of cut pancake and she held it up towards him, "Maybe I could just feed you?"

Coulson opened up his mouth as a faint smile emerged from the side of it, "I'll take it as a yes then."

She just kept cutting the pancakes in silence and Coulson watched on, "So, you excited?"

"What?"

"For holidays?"

"I am!" She shoved a forkful of pancakes into her mouth. Coulson never thought she could look as happy as she was right then,"Yes! I am! I haven't been to a holiday in years! Okay, not since ninth grade, that is. Not since the Hensons gave me away. The Hensons love a good holiday. They took me to the UK once. I can't exactly remember where it was but it was a really lovely beach. I got my knee scraped there from running about the beach and then to trip and fall. Aren't you excited?"

Coulson opened his mouth to take in the pancake she was holding out, "Well, maybe."

"Maybe?" Skye's excitement level dropped.

"Come here," Coulson moved in closer to her, taking away the cutleries from her hand, cutting the pancakes for her and then holding out a forkful to her, "I cut them faster than you do."

Skye took in the pancake he offered. She watched him cut the food to pieces, at the same time, feeding himself.

"What makes you ask for this break? For all of us?"

"Because you deserve it." He offered another bit.

But she rejected, "No, but what else?"

Coulson dropped the cutleries down and tilted his head, "What do you mean?"

"I saw how you ask Director Fury. I have to say, you're very persistent. But what suddenly makes you decide to take a break?"

Coulson sighed. "Maybe because I see how broken you all seem to be."

Skye sat in silence. She heard him sigh again. She made a mental note to remind him of the habit.

"Since the day I got taken away," Coulson paused, trying to pull himself together, "since the day they took me away, since the day you got shot, everyone seem to have lost a bit of themselves. Everyone became so goddamn paranoid. It's not that obvious but I see it in every one of you. And I just thought, maybe, just maybe, everyone will be able to repair themselves a little."

Skye held on to his hand as she heard his voice started to crack. He paused as he breathed in deeply,"And you." He turned to look at her, "I have made a promise to take care of you. I made a promise to always protect you like the others have done. The day Quinn shot you, that day when you almost died. I can never ever forgive myself for letting you in alone."

"You know it's not your fault." Skye took away the tray away from his lap and moved over to sit beside him, holding his hand a little tighter. She propped her head on his shoulder as she hears him let out a loud, heavy sigh.

"I'm sorry."

"Shhh. It's okay."

They remained in that position, comforted by each other's presence that they were oblivious to Andrew who happened to walk in to see them like that, only to get out of the room again, respecting their moment, at the same time mumbling to himself, "Damn Fury. I'm a bloody bodyguard for a couple on honeymoon."

A/N: And there we go! Another chapter! *Confetti* (Urm, review? :p)