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Prompt word - Protocol
The teasing between him and Skye had been going on for days and he could safely say it was killing him very slowly. He had a suspicion she was partly doing it because he'd never break protocol by becoming intimate with another agent. He had an example to set to others with him being a level 7 and he didn't plan on breaking any rules set. They were meant to be followed for a reason. But then Skye came along.
"Are you sure you can't convince Coulson to let us have a few days off and stop somewhere warm and preferably close to a beach." She mumbled as she moved back a little to get closer to Ward. They were currently doing their morning work out and he had her throwing punches at the bag for the third day this week. She was too tired for this, especially as it was 6:30am. She felt Ward stiffen slightly before he reached around her and straightened her arms, trying to encourage her to carry on with the punches. He instantly regretted it when he felt her relax against him.
"We all can't relax just like that." He told her quietly as he stayed behind her. "We do actually have missions to do." He mumbled and corrected her posture gently by placing his hands on her hips. "You earn vacation days and you can't even do that yet." He teased. "You're not even an agent. Me however. I'm pretty sure I have over 12 months of vacation days." He smirked, not that she'd see.
"You really don't know how to relax properly do you Robot?" She asked and turned her head so she could see half of his face, quickly noticing how close they were and that his hands were still on her hips even though she had gotten her posture under control again. "If I had that many." She paused. "No wait. I wouldn't have that many because I'd use them as soon as I got at least two weeks worth of time off." She told him. "Hey! Maybe when I eventually become an agent we can take time off together. Beaches aren't any good when you're on your own." She smirked as his eyes widened slightly.
"I..we..no...Skye." He stuttered at the thought of Skye in a swimsuit and Skye couldn't help but laugh. "You need to train if you even want those days." He said after a cough to try get his thoughts back in order again.
"You're wrong because you don't even get a choice. I'm guessing you haven't even had a day off properly since you joined." She told him and raised her eyebrows as she waited for an answer. When he remained silent, while he also glared at her, she turned around fully in his arms. Her body was pressed against his at the closeness. "How about we go upstairs, get a hot chocolate and relax instead of training today?" She asked as she looked her SO hopefully in the eyes.
Ward bit his lip, tempted at the idea partly just so he could put a little bit of space between them but he shook his head again. He was cut off abruptly by her shoving him gently into the side of the plane. He would have been impressed at the swiftness in her actions if she did that with anyone but him but he didn't like the idea of her taking control. He thought better of saying anything and before he knew it his lips were on hers and she responded within a few seconds.
It would have been an understatement from Skye if she had said she was surprised. Ward stuck to all the rules he had to and she had certainly not expected him to end up kissing her, not that she cared at all. Ward pulled her closer by her hips and Skye wrapped her arms around is neck slowly as their kiss quickly turned to some kind of battle for dominance.
She pulled away by an inch. "What about protocol?"
"Screw protocol."
Just another short one shot!
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