"Don't you look fine tonight!" greeted Jesus. Bobbi rolled her eyes, god he was annoying. "So, does Hunter know?" he asked her taking a sip of his drink.

"That I work for SHIELD? No. I'm undercover, I never blow my covers, Jesus." she said wryly.

"Muy bien." he nodded. "He's gonna be pissed when he finds out."

"He knows you're SHIELD, you guys seem like good friends, even though you hit on his girl." she attacked.

"I never lied about who I was, bonita. You on the other hand, got into bed with him - even a real relationship. He hates liars - and spies drive him mental."

"It's just a mission, Jesus." she said casually, "All I need is to get the intel."

"Really? That's it?" he said amused. Bobbi avoided looking at him, her eyes fixated on Lance, who was far away, talking to one of his superiors and other important guests. He was wearing a black blazer - not the dark grey one she had permanently stolen from him - and that purple shirt that made him look so damn sexy. He had one of his hands pocketed in his trousers and used the other one to hold his drink while he kept what seemed to be a civil conversation. Bobbi could just stand there all night and ignore Jesus, all she needed was Lance and she could forget everything else. But Jesus had to keep on talking. "You guys seem like a nice couple. He's charming when he wants to be, don't tell me you-"

"I'm a spy. One of the best." she reminded him. She also reminded herself - she had to.

"Definitely, he has no idea you're playing him. Hell, even I thought you were starting to feel something for Hunter. You're really good." he complimented before leaving.

She DID feel something, something she hadn't felt since she was young. But what good would those feelings do? What good would it do to get hurt when you know how things will turn out in the end? She was a SHIELD agent, the world was first, she was in it for the big picture - Lance Hunter could not stand in the way of that. No one could. Bobbi was a trained spy, and she remembered that in order to succeed she needed to leave all her feelings aside. Focus on the mission. She kept reminding herself to just be in it for the mission, but he turned around.

Hunter saw her - his girlfriend - alone, in his party. That was not acceptable, she was something good in his life, something he didn't plan on losing in a while. She brought out the best of him, and he liked that. She was just so beautiful in every way. Both inside and out. He sensed her expression was puzzled, as if she was concerned with something. Her smile was slightly faulty, her dimple absent, and her eyes reflected a light shade of sadness. He excused himself from the guests and headed towards her. The fact that she was looking at him, the fact that she would let him go near her and kiss her made him happy. He always came off as cocky, confident. But it really wasn't true, he had a lot of flaws and he knew it, the only way to handle his life as an SAS specialist and representative was to radiate confidence. But he was only 25, there was a lot that concerned him.

Bobbi could feel her legs go weak under that dark blue dress of her. That grin of his just melted down everything in her. All the prior thoughts about SHIELD, the mission, the bigger picture... poof. Gone. Only one remained, and it was him. She knew herself, she knew she could complete the mission. But at what cost? Bobbi just shook those thoughts off by looking down to the ground, staring down at her shoes. She just wanted to enjoy whatever time she had left with him. Warm hands cupped her chin tenderly, tilting her head up slightly. She could smell his scent, feel his touch, know it was Lance, without needing to see him.

"You alright there, love?" he asked his dark eyes filled with concern. That was new, a new look she hadn't seen on him. He... He cared about her. She gave him a weak smile and a soft 'yeah'. "I tell you what," he said tangling his hand with hers, "let's get out of here. Go for a walk, go watch a movie... Maybe you can just read that boring book of yours." he suggested.

"Don't you have a party to host?" she laughed.

"Hmm... What party?" he joked looking around, "I don't see any party around here." he continued. She rolled her eyes in amusement.

"Lance, I don't want to pull you away from your responsibilities." she told him. It was true. His eyes landed on hers, a softened look that just tore down all her walls.

"You are my responsibility." he stated. She couldn't help but blush, thank god she was wearing make-up and he couldn't really tell. But he could definitely see that little smile itching in the corner of her mouth. "Besides, I've done what I had to do." he continued taking hold of her other hand. "Now, I can focus on what's important. So, Bobbi, where shall we go?"

"The movie sounds fun..." she agreed. Hunter smiled.

He left his drink on the high table next to her and unentangled one of his hands. Bobbi smiled as her boyfriend lead her out of the party. She was a pretty woman, she could have any man at any time. But Hunter, despite all his cockiness and childish momentums, was special.

"I can see how I'm going to be watching a movie while you read that book of yours..." he thought out loud. He was always talking, he really couldn't help it, could he? But it was fine, she liked his voice. "Guess I'll be your couch." he said casually. She stopped moving.

"Lance, are you sure you-"

"I don't care what we do." he interrupted, "As long as it involves you and me, together."

"I have a better proposal." she said leaning towards him. "It can only be you and me." Her lips landed on his, giving him one of those soft and delicious kisses he so adored.

"Sounds like a plan." he agreed pulling away. "Just you and me." he repeated while walking through the hallways.