A/N: This fic is now M Rated! So it's going to get a little hot and heavy in this chapter. Also if you read please review I am saddened by the lack of reviews though I do thank the people that did review, much love for you guys.

~She Beautiful~

Ward turned to the group. "Asshole didn't know when to keep his mouth shut." Grant spat out.

"We should go before we get kicked out or worse they call the police." Jemma said looking around to the bar.

Fitz nodded. "Lets go and you can explain."

The three agreed and the foursome made there way out of the bar and out on to the street.

"So what happened, the whole story not just the he couldn't keep his mouth shut is not an answer." Skye looked between Ward and Jemma.

"I came out of the loo and was walking back to the table when he grabbed my arm and started talking to me I told him that I didn't like him starring at my chest and asked him to let go, he didn't and said something about me being dressed like a...whore and something about being the only guy interested in me and he wouldn't let go and Ward stepped in." Jemma rambled as she rubbed her arms the night air cold on her bare skin.

Grant pulled off his jacket and put it over her shoulder. "We can't drive, we have all been drinking." He sighed and ran his hand through his hair.

"I may have booked us all hotel rooms across the street and before you asked I cleared it with AC." She pointed the the Holiday Inn across the road.

"I'm not even going to argue let just go." Came Grant's surprising reply.

Fitz wrapped his arm around Jemma and pulled her across the street following Skye and Grant trailed behind them.

"Are you ok Jemma?" Her best friend asked as they walked.

"Oh I'm fine Fitz, it was just a drunkn' prick." She said leaning in to him as they entered the hotel.

Skye spoke to the woman at the desk before walking back over to group and handing them each a key card. "Were all on the sixth floor, let's go up and get settled in."

There was no small talk made the care free evening had taken a more serious turn and none of them seemed to know what to say at the moment so the four each made there way to their respective room which were all in a row Jemma in 612, Ward in 614, Skye in 616 and Fitz in 618.

Grant sat on the bed in his room going over how the night had started out so well, almost a team building night sans Coluson and May, and how it had ended with him having bloody knuckles and feeling like he stilled wanted to find the guy and finish what he started.

A knock on the door pulled him out of his thoughts he sighed and stood up and walked over and opened the door to find Jemma.

"Hey Jemma, what's up?" He was surprised to see her.

"Can I come in for minute?" She asked and Ward stepped aside letting her in, closing the door behind her.

"Everything ok?" He asked turning to face her.

She nodded. "Fine, I just wanted to thank you for what you did in the bar, defending my honor and what not."

He smiled slightly. "It's ok, you didn't deserve to be talked to like that."

"Still thank you, and I also wanted to return your jacket." She pulled the jacket she was still wearing off and set it on the end of the bed.

Grant barely heard what she said because the second she had off the jacket off her arms his eyes went straight to the bruises that were forming on her arms and he felt his anger bubble up, he walked over to her in two strides, his own hand running gently running over the bruising.

"He bruised you." He was seeing red; Jemma was so innocent, sweet and all around goodness, how could someone hurt her.

Jemma looked down at his hand, to see the bruising that she hadn't even noticed had formed. "Oh it's fine, I didn't even notice."

His hand rose and cupped her cheek, "It's not ok Jemma, nobody should ever lay a hand on you."

She looked up at him her eyes meeting his surprised by the look in his eyes tenderness and caring in them, she didn't know what made her do it but she found herself raising on to her tip toes and pressing her lips to his lips gently.

Jemma realized what she had just done and stopped and pulled back quickly. "Oh my gods, I am so sorry." Jemma pulled away from him and started toward the door.

Ward grabbed her elbow being are full not to grab the bruised part of her arm and stopped her. "Why are you sorry?" He asked turning her back to face her.

She couldn't look him in the eye. "Because why would you want...well me." Jemma felt her face grow hot with embarrassment.

The Agent was surprised did she really think so little about herself that she would think that he could never want her? "Jemma, you are beautiful. Hell I couldn't keep my eyes off you all night."

Though Skye had said that earlier and now Ward was saying it himself, her still found it hard to believe. "You couldn't keep your eyes off of me because I was dressed like a slag." The words came out before she could even think and she didn't know why she said them, maybe it was because the guy in the bar had put doubt in her mind about how she looked tonight.

Anger flashed across Grant's face for what seemed like the thousandth time that night. "Jemma, you looked beautiful, classy and sexy as hell without being a slag or slut and whatever else that asshole called you; I ...have been thinking about you for a lot longer then just tonight, I've been attracted to you for a while now, I just never thought you saw me as more then 'Agent Ward' the no fun and all work guy."

She raised her eyes back to his and this time Jemma did not engage this kiss, Grant leaned down his lips sealing themselves on her passionately, one hand went in to her curly hair pulling her closer to him while the other slipped around her waist as he backed her in to the door. Jemma was shocked but kissed him back with as much passion as he was kissing her with, she was glad to be against something solid as she felt her knees go weak as his tongue slipped past her lips causing her to gasp and her hands to grip the front of his shirt. Her hands took on a life of their own and before she realized what she was doing she had unbuttoned four of his buttons and slipped her hand inside of it feeling the plain of his chest.

Grant broke away from her and rested his forehead against hers. "Jemma are you sure that you want to do with? We've been drinking." Though he would love to continue with her, he didn't want to push her.

Jemma bit her lip look at him threw her eyelashes and shook her head. "I don't want to stop and I'm not drunk, you're not taking advantage of me." She told him.

That was all the confirmation that Grant need, his mouth was on hers again, pulling her to him tightly, he pulled her off of the door walked them over to the bed as soon as the back of Jemma's knee's hit the bed she automatically sat on it and Grand lifted her up and pushed her in to the middle of the bed crawling on top of her resting his weight on his forearms.

Jemma and Grant lips separated, his lips found her neck kissing and nipping at her neck.

"Mmm." Jemma moaned as she pulled at his shirt wanting to feel more of his skin against her.

He knew what she wanted and sat up and pulled off his button down, loving the way she looked up at him and ran her hands over his chest racking her nail over his abdomen. "I think you need to loss some clothing." His voice was gravely and deeper then normal.

Jemma felt her arousal spike at the sound of his voice, she sat up as much as she could with him on her. "Zippers in the back."

He grinned and kissed her shoulder before his hands went to the back of the dress, slowly pulling down the zipper all the while still kissing and nipping at her shoulder, until the zipper was all the way down; he pulled back and helped Jemma to pulled the dress off her upper body revealing a little black bra with little pink dots on it.

"You're beautiful." He mummered before he moved to kiss her again.

Jemma wrapped her arms around him pulling his bare chest against her semi exposed body loving the feeling of his skin against her, as he kissed her his tongue fighting her's for dominance and winning, Jemma's nails lightly raked over his back causing him to groan on to her mouth. His mouth left her's and moved down her neck kissing her neck moving down kissing her cleavage before looking up at her as if to ask permission to go further, Jemma swallowed and nodded not able to form the words. Ward cupped one of her breast massaging it gently causing Jemma to moan and her hips to push in to his, feeling more confident he pulled back the cup and brought his mouth to the erect nipple sucking on it before lightly nipping at the peek.

"Oh bloody hell." Jemma couldn't stop the words from falling from her lips at the feel of him; her hips moving against his desperately trying to create some friction.

Grant pulled away from her breast and rose back up kissing on the lips before pulling her dress over her hips and letting Jemma kick it to the floor, his hand grabbed her thigh and wrapped it around his hip grinding his hips in to hers.

Jemma's hands between their down his back the waist of his jean. "Grant is that a gun?" She asked pulling her mouth from his.

"Shit, I forgot it was there." He reached back pulling the gun from his jeans and setting it on the nightstand.

Jemma giggled. "Never thought I would have to ask that whilst in bed." She said before pressing her lips back to his biting his lip playfully as she did.

Her hands slipped between their body's and to the front of his jeans undoing the button before unzipping his fly pushing them down his defined hips, he brought his own hand down pushing them off the rest of the way leaving him in only his briefs.

"Oh wow this is really happening!"Jemma breathed out.

Grant looked in to her eyes. "We can stop if this is too much, there is no pressure Jemma."

She opened her mouth before closing it again and opening it again and speaking. "Umm there is something that you may want to know..." Jemma didn't know how to go on.

TBC...

This was only going to be three parts but will now be four parts maybe 5. Please Review!