A/N: I am really enjoying writing this ship and this fic, so I hope you enjoy as well! And if you like Ward/Simmons, you should check out my other fic "Without Expectations" and love it.

Clearing his throat, Fitz stared nervously at the closed door in front of him. Skye's door. What am I doing? Fitz, this is crazy! Just as he was about to chicken out and walk away, the door opened.

"Fitz?" She stood there, framed in the doorway. Her hair fell in relaxed, tousled waves down her shoulders and she was dressed in yoga pants and a loose-fitting shirt - in short, she took Fitz's breath away. He loved it when he could catch her before she had put on make-up and fixed her hair. That way, her natural beauty could shine through.

"Skye! Erm, nothing. I'm not doing anything. Nothing at all."

Her eyes narrowed as she surveyed him. "Nothing, huh? Just standing in front of my door, holding a bouquet of flowers?"

"Well, maybe not quite nothing." Rational thought seemed to have escaped Fitz. "I found these flowers, and I thought you might like them. Because they are pretty. And you are pretty. So they match you…" He trailed off, squeezing his eyes shut and just holding out the flowers to her. This is a disaster. She'll never talk to me again.

"Wow, Fitz," she took the flowers from his grasp and held them up to her nose, "they are lovely. And they smell so good!" She added as she inhaled their sweet aroma.

Remembering something, Fitz cried, "Wait. Just let me…" Reaching towards the bouquet, Fitz tried to fish out a small card from amidst the flowers before she noticed it.

"Oh, what's this?"

Too late. Hoping that the ground would just swallow him up right away, Fitz just smiled through his teeth and made no comment.

Taking it out of the bouquet, she held it up and started to read it. Her expression started as a smile, then grew. And she was clearly trying not to laugh. "Wow. You wrote a poem for me."

"You're laughing! It's lame. Just pretend that that never happened," Fitz said, disappointed. He had laboured for a long time over that poem. I should have known that Skye was not the type of girl to be won with flowers and poetry. Next time I'm asking for Simmons's help.

"No," Skye stopped him before he could walk away. Obviously fighting to control her laughter, she said, "No. I think it's very sweet."

"Sure. I'm just going to go…" Fitz jerked his thumb over his shoulder and started to leave.

"Fitz," the sound of Skye's voice stopped him for a second time, "Wait." Turning back around, he saw Skye walk up to him. Leaning in, she kissed his cheek softly. "I like it. Really, I do."

A slow smile spread across Fitz's face. "Really?" He asked earnestly.

"Really," she affirmed, smiling back at him.

Sorry for the shortish chapter but please review anyway so I'm inspired to write!