A/N: This one came out a bit more… TV-14 than I expected it to, but it should still be safe for T.

Reality Made Fantasy

The Bus sliced through the air, en route to nowhere. Skye and Fitz were busy combing through the rest of the directory and information Skye found at the facility. Phil had been on the phone with several of his intel contacts to see if they knew Rappaccini's whereabouts. So far, nothing. She was either well hidden or nonexistent, as Phil's contacts were some of the best in the business at tracking people down. It made them all nervous.

There was a brief discussion on what possible uses for the transitional atmospheric inundator, or TAI for short, AIM could have. Fitz explained that a weapon that evaporated all liquids in, at the most, a ten mile radius could have been devastating in the wrong hands. In AIM's, it would have likely been for mass terrorism, in multiple cities at once if they could have found a way to replicate it in a short period of time. Letting it get into anyone else's but SHIELD's hands was not an option.

That being said, they went their separate ways. Fitz and Skye continued to dissect the information from the AIM facility. Simmons was busy working on antidotes to various known toxins. Rappaccini was a toxins expert and a genius biochemist, so they were going to need their own genius biochemist to counter her. Phil was in his office speaking with Director Fury about getting another task force to give them a hand. From the looks of how utterly efficient AIM was, they were going to need the help. Melinda was, as usual, in the cockpit thinking. But, she was alone.

Grant had chosen to seclude himself in the cargo bay, where he would sometimes go to think by himself. His thoughts had been dominated by AIM for the past hour, to the point that he was getting the urge to go punch something. When that happened, it became a little easier for him to lose his temper, which at this time, was the opposite of conducive to team success. He had to get his mind away from that for a little, and on to something else.

He walked to where the cars were and opened the passenger side door to the SUV. Sliding inside, he closed the door, and then closed his eyes. Predictably, his mind went to the one place where fantasy was so close to becoming reality.

"Grant." Grant's eyes shot open, and he found himself inside an expensive looking hotel room. The soft bed under him squeaked softly as he shifted his weight to get a look at who called him. His mouth fell open when his eyes met the figure in front of him. Kneeling at the end of the bed, wearing a sheer black peignoir with black lace over the breast with matching lace panties, was Melinda. Across her lips was a seductive smirk that only increased as she slowly, agonizingly so, moved toward him. "Grant," she drawled.

"H-holy shit, Melinda," was all he could manage.

"Cat got your tongue, Agent? If not, it will pretty soon."

It took him a moment to see where she went with that, but when he did, he grinned impishly. "Well, I am pretty hungry." She finally reached him and straddled his lap. He reached around and grabbed her tight end, giving it a squeeze. "Goddamn."

She laughed, a husky sound that exposed her throat when she threw her head back. Her head whipped back forward, the momentum carrying her down into his lips, where she laid down the most intense kiss he had ever been apart of. A soft moan rippled from the pit of his chest, up and out of him and into her. His fingers teased her hair as he cupped the back of her head to push her deeper into the kiss. Her tongue poked his lips, asking for access. His lips separated, only for his tongue to ambush hers and invoke a battle for dominance.

Short, manicured nails scratched the back of his head and neck as she brought herself as close as possibly. They were coalesced; two beings made into one by the fires of their passion and love. Grant's heart was beating at a thousand miles a second. Blood was flowing from his head to his lower regions, and his lungs were burning, screaming from air. He granted their wish and pushed her away gently so he could gulp in gratuitous amounts of oxygen. "Goddamn," he said again.

Melinda was insatiable. As he caught his breath, she tore his short off, literally, and attacked his chest, collarbone and neck with bites, sucks, and little pecks of her lips. Moans and groans rumbled from his throat. "Melinda… God, Melinda."

"I want you inside of me," she whispered huskily into his ear. "I want you to make me scream."

He grinned savagely and flipped them over so that he was on top. "If that's what you want," he said before attacking her neck and chest in the same manner. Her moans tickled his ears, spurring him on. "That's what you're gonna get." He kissed her throat and then moved lower. "You won't be able to walk straight when I'm done with you."

"Mmm," she cooed as she slipped her thumbs under the straps of her to pull her negliee down. He licked his lips like a hungry wolf, ready to devour the succulent little lamb. "Fuck me," she ordered with the most deliciously beautiful smirk he had ever seen.

He reached of her gown and –

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*

Grant's eyes shot up with a start. "Who what when? What the hell?"

"Helloooo, Agent Ward? Anyone there?"

It was only Skye. He sighed and rubbed his eyes before opening the car door. "What's… what's up?"

"Um, I'm good. I should be asking you that."

"W-why? Was I talking in my sleep?" If there's a God, please don't let me have been talking in my sleep.

"No, you were smiling. Like full on 'kid on Christmas morning' smile. It was creepy as shit." She considered him for a healthy moment, concern etched over her face. "You're alright?"

"I'm fine," he answered immediately. "Just… was having a really, really good dream." It was just a dream, but dammit if it didn't feel real. His hands were shaking and his heart was racing. He felt flushed and was in no position to stand up anytime soon.

"Right. Well, anyway, we found something in MODOK's notes that may have told us where Rappaccini and AIM are. AC told me to come find you."

He nodded. Finally, something to get his mind off Melinda. Irony. "Right. I-I'll be there in a sec. Just let me, ah, get myself together."

She looked at him strangely, but nodded. "Oookay. Well, you know where we are, so… we'll be waiting for you." One more discerning look before she turned in her heels and walked off.

When she was gone, he banged his head softly against the headrest and sighed. I do not have it that bad. I am not falling for her. Nope. It is not. Fucking. Happening.