Here ye here ye! A good long chapter, please enjoy! ;) pretty intense and full of Skyeward fluff 3
Grant didn't hesitate to pull the door open. He could no longer wait to see his Rookie and to talk to her. Talking to her appeared to be very difficult these days because she just kept her wall up and wouldn't let him in. She's been as stubborn as never before and it was driving him up the wall. He wanted her back, his favorite girl, his Rookie, his soul mate, damn it. He was going to make her talk to him, whatever it took.
I finished playing that song and it wasn't long before I heard the door suddenly open. I was startled and turned my head to look who the intruder was. Of course it had to be him, of all the people on the bus, it had to be Grant Ward who found me there with a guitar in hand.
My jaw dropped. He was standing by the door, looking at me intently, with a very determined look on his face as if he was up to something. After sitting there with my mouth opened for a little while staring back at Ward, I realized I was in trouble. Ward found me with that guitar of mine and then there will be questions and also I was pretty sure I'd never live it down. Playing the guitar and singing some cheesy songs, not even being that good…
"Jeez, what do I do now" I thought.
When the shock subsided I decided to run, get to my bunk, close the door and never ever get out.
I quickly got up from the floor and made my way to the door. But there was one big Grant Ward of a problem standing in the door and blocking the way out. His smell reached my lungs and I felt a little bit dizzy. I felt hot and cold at the same time. It was confusing, the way I wanted to stay right there, and get even closer to him, much closer, but run and hide from him at the same time. It was then and there that I realized I was totally and irrevocably in love with him. I wanted to cry. How did I let it happen? Why Ward? Why did I fall in love with someone who would never love me back?
I tried to shove him aside and get out of the bathroom but it was ridiculous. I could never shove the bag of muscles to the side. Instead, he grabbed my wrist and looked me right in the eyes.
"Where do you think you're going?" he said in a voice that almost made me weak in the knees.
His face was so close and he was looking at me in a way that made me realize that something had changed and he probably had heard the song. Oh my god, he might have heard me singing. I was terrified of his reaction. What if he hated the way my voice sounded? God, I was sure he hated my voice even before he might have heard me singing.
"Out" I managed to utter. His closeness did nothing good to my ability to talk or think straight.
He grabbed my other wrist to prevent me from leaving. I tried to break away desperately, I didn't want to be near him right now, especially after that embarrassing moment. His hold was too strong and my attempts of breaking his hold on me were ridiculous. It was Agent Grant Ward, T-1000 we're talking about.
"You're not escaping again, not this time, Rookie" he said, his face looking tense and his hold on my wrists tightening.
I didn't even manage to react as I felt his hands on my waist pulling me up on his shoulder, and in a couple of seconds I was hanging face down from his back, his hands on my legs holding me tight.
I screamed and kicked and hit his back with my knuckles but everything was in vain, him being all muscle after all.
"Shut up, Skye. You didn't leave me any choice" he mumbled as he left the bathroom and headed somewhere.
"You're gonna regret it, Ward!" I hissed as I kept hitting his back with all I had.
What the hell was he doing? Grabbing me like this. Looking at me like he did. Shit, he must have really heard that song. Oh god, I could say I was in a lot of trouble with him. Still, I couldn't figure out what he wanted from me.
He walked inside his bunk and closed the door, locking it. Then he pulled me from his back and put me down on his bed carefully. Just as he did, I realized that it wasn't such a bad feeling being grabbed like that by Ward.
I sat up and looked at him with suspicion. He was just standing there by the door, his arms crossed, staring at me.
"What do you want from me, Ward?" I asked him in a low voice, looking up at him but then diverting my gaze after seeing the serious expression on his face that didn't promise anything good.
"We need to talk. And you're not going anywhere until we do" he answered, moved closer and sat right beside me, so close that I could feel his body heat.
I didn't say anything. I was looking around his bunk and thinking of possible ways of escaping him and the talk.
"Skye, for god's sake, tell me what is going on"
I stayed silent thinking of what I could possibly tell him. He took my hand in his and squeezed it reassuringly, totally taking me by surprise and making my heart beat faster.
Finally I found something to say.
"I thought that was what you wanted. You didn't want me to talk. Because it's all I do. Talk. And Talk. And talk" I said, my voice sounding spiteful but almost breaking by the end.
Ward was speechless, looking at me, a pained expression on his face and his eyes wide. I guess I hit him hard. But hey, wasn't it the truth?
Seeing his reaction made me realize just how much I'd hurt him with those words. He looked really hurt and taken aback.
"Skye, I told you before and I'm telling you now. It's wasn't me telling you these words, it was the berserker rage taking over. I would never say anything like that, I would never want to hurt you. I love it when you talk and when you sing, I love the talkative you, and I've really missed the sound of your voice, I've missed my super talkative Rookie"
I looked down at our entwined hands, processing what I've just heard from him. I couldn't believe what he'd just said. Did Grant Ward just say that he'd missed me? Was I dreaming? I never thought I would hear anything like that coming from him and it made my head spin. What he said. He said he loved the sound of my voice? He loved it when I speak? Was he feeling alright?
He lifted my chin gently.
"Hey. Look at me. I'm sorry I made you feel that way"
That's when the tears came. His voice sounded so gentle and caring, and by the look on his face I could see that he meant every word he said. Which meant that he really didn't mean all these awful words. Which was such a huge relief. He didn't hate me. He actually missed me. Oh god.
As soon as he saw the tears he tried to wipe them away from my face, comforting me the best he could, but there were just too many. He pulled me into his lap and kissed the top of my head, making me feel better. His touch had a magical effect on me.
"Was it what made you stay away from me?" he asked, holding me tight in his hands and stroking my hair soothingly.
'Yes. I could always hear them in my head, repeating again and again. I really thought you meant it. I talk too much and I know it"
"Oh god, Skye, but I apologized. I told you I hadn't meant a single fucking word. YOU told me it was fine. I couldn't understand why you'd been acting so weird, always trying to escape me. I thought I'd go crazy"
"I'm sorry" I whispered, my voice weak from crying. I thought how blissfully amazing it felt to be wrapped in his arms, feeling his hands gently stroking my hair and hearing his soft voice.
"Was that song you were singing about me?"
I tensed up. He really did hear it and was asking me about it. Of course it was about you, bastard.
"Skye? Please?"
I still couldn't tell him because telling him it was indeed about him would mean revealing my feelings, feelings I was afraid of.
He looked me in the eyes and the world around me stopped. It was just me and him.
"As much as I loved the song and your voice I still need to know. Was it about me?"
"Yes" I finally said, my voice hardly audible.
He put his hand on my cheek that was still wet from tears. The tender look in his eyes that I've never seen before made me feel safe and gave me a strong feeling I was somewhere I belonged, home, in his arms.
"You asked why. Well, here's your answer. You pushed me away, you tried to escape me the best you could, you didn't want to talk to me without any apparent reason. Do you realize what you've made me go through? It was a torture, Skye. I wanted you to be close, right next to me, every single day, to follow me around as you did before, and I wanted you to talk all the time and make stupid jokes, and be your cheery self, and annoy the hell out of me, not that I would mind, because the sound of your voice is the most beautiful sound in the world to me, and I wanted to see you smile and laugh and see your eyes sparkle once more…"
I tried not to weep and keep the tears at bay but he continued to say all these things that made my heart clench in my chest and beat faster and faster and I could take it no longer, I just let them come. All this time I didn't just torture myself but also him, which was the reason he's been like that, the reason he looked at me like that. He had no idea what it was about. I was so stupid.
He took my hand and kissed my knuckles, then looked me in the eyes, making sure I look him in the eyes too.
"Skye, I need you. All the time. Life makes no sense without you by my side, not anymore"
His face was moving closer and closer and I could almost hear my heart beating. The butterflies inside my stomach went into overdrive. I was afraid to breathe. What was he going to do now?
Our foreheads touched and I closed my eyes, enjoying the closeness, inhaling his smell. He felt so right. Nothing could feel more right than him.
I opened my eyes and slowly put my arms around his neck, subconsciously preventing him from backing away.
I felt his lips touch mine softly before he finally kissed me gently and with so much passion that it made me moan into his mouth. I've been to scared he was never going to do this. His hand moved from my waist inside my T-shirt and started roaming over my back, which made my whole body tingle and I swear my heart has never beaten so fast in my live. If he wasn't holding me so tight I would have fallen to the floor and wouldn't be able to get up. All I could do was kiss him back just as passionately and keep my arms wrapped around his neck as tight as I could.
The kiss felt so damn amazing that I was kind of sorry I hadn't done something like that earlier but then again I'd be scared as hell to do anything like that.
When in the end we had to pull away for air and both of us were breathing heavily, he said, as if it was the most natural thing in the world: "I love you, Skye"
My left hand was clenching his shirt as I tried to breathe again. He loves me! He loves me! Is that a dream?
After a while of staring at him, trying to catch air, and almost expecting to just wake up and all of it be just a dream, I heard him say: "Skye, please, breathe"
I had to let him know I felt the same way. It was a horrible feeling, thinking that your feelings aren't reciprocated. I didn't want to feel that way ever again.
"I love you too, Grant"
As a lone tear made its way down my cheek, I added: "I think I've loved you from the moment I saw you"
It was exactly on the word 'you' that his lips crashed into mine, shutting me up and pulling me into the most passionate kiss of my life. Our tongues and lips moved in such sync that it seemed as if we've been doing this for months, even years.
It was perfect, we were perfect, I realized. We, me and Grant, felt so right, I knew the moment he kissed me for the first time that we belonged together. It was just that feeling when you just know you are definitely right, not wrong, and it suddenly becomes so simple and so obvious that you just keep wondering why on earth you didn't realize it before. But it can only come to you when the time is right, which was now. I've found what I was looking for. A soul mate. Family. The love of my life.
I could hold it no longer. His shirt had to go. As I grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up and over his head, he stopped kissing me and asked: "Skye. Are you sure?"
"I've never been more sure of anything in my life" I said in a low soft voice.
That was enough for him, I could say, as he finally got rid of my top and threw it to the floor, my bra followed not much later. I moved my hands to his sweat pants but his hand stopped me.
"Not so fast, princess" he whispered as he moved to plant soft kisses on my stomach, making goose bumps appear all over it, which made him chuckle and me moan, and he continued torturing me, going extremely slow, teasing me in all the possible ways, making me whimper and sigh and moan again and again.
He removed my pants and I wrapped my legs around his torso, finally making him moan too. He went to pay special attention to my thighs and I thought I'd die from the way he slowly trailed gentle kisses on each thigh, moving up. That was it.
"Grant, please" I begged, not recognizing my own voice, it was so full of lust and passion.
"Did I hear it right, Rookie?"
"Grant, please…" I pleaded, unable to bear any more of his teasing.
Thank god he decided I've had enough. He got rid of the rest of the unnecessary clothing and finally got to love-making business.
Much later when I was lying on top of Grant after we've exhausted each other, my head on his shoulder, our legs entwined, right in the middle of that moment of perfection, I remembered about the guitar that was left in the bathroom. My eyes suddenly got wide as I thought that anyone could walk in and just find it there, and Ward didn't fail to notice the little change.
"What is it, Rookie?"
"You left my guitar in the bathroom. I need to get it" I said as I tried to get out of bed.
He locked his arms around me, not letting go.
"Do you seriously need it NOW?"
"No but I don't want anyone to find it there and start asking questions" I replied, trying to break free and get the guitar before the early risers woke up and went to use the bathroom.
"Why are you hiding it from the team? I heard you. You're amazing!"
I didn't want to answer that question just then and changed the topic.
"Can I just get it back from the bathroom?"
"I'll get it. You stay right there. It's an order from your supervising officer" he said, planted a kiss on my forehead and got out of bed, moving my body to the side.
"Don't forget the guitar pick!" I asked after he had put his pant on and was about to leave the bunk.
He looked at me with a confused look on his face.
"Oh, come on, please don't tell me you don't know what it is"
He still had the same look on his face so I had to explain to him what the guitar pick was and what it was used for before he went to retrieve my poor guitar. I grabbed his shirt from the floor and put it on, breathing in his smell that I adored.
He got back safely with my guitar in hand but when I reached my hands for it he wouldn't give it to me.
"What the hell, Ward?"
By the sparkle in his eyes I could tell he was up to something.
"First, call me Grant. Second, you owe me a song and you won't have it back until you agree to sing that song for me"
"Are you serious, GRANT?" I exclaimed, making special emphasis on his first name.
"Do you have a problem with that? Cuz when I found you singing in the bathroom, you seemed totally fine"
He stood by the door, holding my precious guitar and had that look in his eyes that told me he was totally serious about it. He wanted me to sing to him. Jesus.
"It doesn't work like that for me. I don't sing in the presence of people that I know"
"Are you scared of me?"
"God, of course no"
He kneeled in front of me and lifted my chin so that our eyes locked, looking me in the eyes so intently I almost got lost in his brown eyes.
"Then do this for me, please. Skye. I love the sound of your voice. I want to hear you sing again. Please"
I couldn't say 'No' to him. I just couldn't say no.
"Okay. But just for you"
His face lit up the moment I said it and his smile made me smile too.
"Look at Agent Grant Ward, all smiles just because a girl agreed to sing to him" I said, trying to tease him.
"Not just any girl" he said looking at me with a piercing look.
He handed me my guitar and sat on the bed in front of me.
"Surprise me, princess"
"Why are you calling me that?"
"Because you're a princess to me"
"Just like that?"
"Just like that"
I looked at him and tried to find something in his face, something that was different, something that was the reason that caused him to change. Then I looked into his eyes and I saw it. Love. As simple as that.
I already had just the perfect song in mind. Something that reminded me of him, of us. A bit anxious but still with a small smile on my face, I got ready to play the song. Our song, I decided.
The way you move is like a full-on rainstorm
And I'm a house of cards
You're the kind of reckless that should send me running
But I
Kinda know that I won't get far
And you stood there in front of me just
Close enough to touch
Close enough to hope you couldn't see
What I was thinking of
I started singing, looking him right in the eyes, not breaking our eye contact, singing just for him. Even my voice sounded a bit different to me, somewhat better, the song sounded more beautiful, probably because I was singing it to someone who meant so much to me, someone who wanted to hear me sing, someone who appreciated the song, my voice, and just me.
The first time I was singing for someone important, someone I loved, and that someone turned out to be Grant Ward. Never in a million years would I think something like that might happen. Today was a special day.
Drop everything now
Meet me in the pouring rain
Kiss me on the sidewalk
Take away the pain
'Cause I see sparks fly
Whenever you smile
Get me with those green eyes, baby
As the lights go down
Give me something that'll haunt me
When you're not around
'Cause I see sparks fly
Whenever you smile
Once again Grant was mesmerized by her voice. Her voice, the most beautiful sound in the world. And she was singing just for him. His Skye was singing for him. Yes, his Skye, his Rookie, his girl. She was his and he wasn't letting her go.
And once again, the song totally made sense. It was the song about them. It was their song. Never before did songs make sense to Grant Ward but certain hacktivist had burst into his life and turned everything upside down. And the weirdest thing was, he didn't mind it at all, moreover, he wouldn't change anything in the mess she's made for the world.
My mind forgets to remind me
You're a bad idea
You touch me once and it's really something
You find I'm even better than you imagined I would be
I'm on my guard for the rest of the world
But with you
I know it's no good
And I could wait patiently, but
I really wish you would
Drop everything now
Meet me in the pouring rain
Kiss me on the sidewalk
Take away the pain
'Cause I see sparks fly
Whenever you smile
Get me with those green eyes, baby
As the lights go down
Give me something that'll haunt me
When you're not around
'Cause I see sparks fly
Whenever you smile
Watching her play and sing, the way her body moved, the way she kept staring at him with these astoundingly beautiful eyes of hers, he couldn't help thinking that she was perfect in every way possible. How could he never see that before? He was such a fool. She was right there, every day, right in front of his eyes and he still failed to see her, to see her in the way he saw her now.
Also the chemistry between them that has been there from the very beginning, he failed to notice it too. From the very day he kidnapped her and led her, holding her arm tightly, up the ramp, into the bus, from that interrogation, the sparks were right there. He's been in love with her from the very beginning.
I'll run my fingers through your hair
And watch the lights go wild
Just keep on keeping your eyes on me
It's just wrong enough to make it feel right
And lead me up the staircase
Won't you whisper soft and slow
I'm captivated by you, baby
Like a fireworks show
Okay, these two lines really made him smile. He should really surprise her and use it sometime. It was the truth, after all.
Drop everything now, meet me in the pouring rain
Kiss me on the sidewalk, take away the pain
'Cause I see sparks fly
Whenever you smile
Get me with those green eyes, baby
As the lights go down
Give me something that'll haunt me
When you're not around
'Cause I see sparks fly
Whenever you smile
And the sparks fly
Oh, baby, smile
And the sparks fly.
As soon as she finished he leaned in and kissed her senseless, starting a fireworks show in his head, as well as in hers, feeling the happiest man on earth.
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