Us.
Words: 518
Couple: Skye and Grant Ward.
TV Show: Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D
Disclaimer: All characters you recognize do not belong to me. Prompts from Tumblr.
AU.
Established Skye/Grant.
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Couch:How often does your character have "lazy days" where they don't get anything accomplished? Do they feel better or worse afterwards?
He slides her bunk door open and chuckles at the sight. Skye spread out like a starfish on her bunk, a laptop resting on her stomach where she's pulled her baggy t-shirt – his baggy t-shirt – up so that it's touching her skin, and the television on and playing a Swedish soap-opera. Her fingers were typing at the computer at an awkward angle that she was probably used to after spending quite some time working at multiple computers at once and reaching for the keyboard at even worse angles than this.
"If you don't have peanut-butter cups you can get out," she tells him firmly, her left hand leaving the keyboard to blindly search for the TV remote.
"I have both," he promises her, stepping inside and closing her bunk door behind him, "You do know that if you're cold you can just wrap a blanket around you."
"You kicked it off last night, and I'm too lazy to go reach for it. Besides, I was perfectly fine until you left the bed. You are like a heater on steroids."
He shakes his head, unsure how to respond and smirks as she changes the channel and drops the remote to reach out in his direction for the food. Ward moves towards he and pushes the hand back towards her before taking his place next to her. She's forced to sit up as he takes the laptop away from her and replaces it with the packet of promised food.
"You're perfect."
"You're going to get diabetes if you keep eating all of this junk," he warns, chuckling as she rips the packet open, sending a few of the smaller packets out and onto her lap.
Skye shrugs, chucking the larger packet towards their feet and beginning to work on one of the smaller packets, "I work it off. Well, you make me work it off. Captain Health Nut."
Grant Ward takes the small packet from her and tears the corner, smiling as she grumbles at him. Holding it out to her he watches her as she pulls the small treat from the packet and her eyes light up. She's taking a bite out of it as the computer on the ground beeps at them.
"Have you done anything today?" he questions, glancing at the computer screen and taking note of the game she has opened.
"I woke up, I moved from one side of the bed to the other, and I emailed Simmons telling her that I can hear her and Fitz fighting through the wall," Skye answers, "All in the space of like an-hour-and-a-half, so I must have used so much energy to do so."
"Let me rephrase the question. Are you going to do anything today?"
"Yep."
For a moment his eyes narrow, and she looks up at him with a smile. She pops the rest of her peanut-butter cup in her mouth before dragging him down so that they're lying side by side.
"We are going to have a TV marathon, I'm sure there's some sit-com you can translate for me."
He'll take that as a no.
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On the ninth day of Christmas, Paigee gave to you. A very sketchy, and definitely not beta'd Skyeward fic.
Ta-da! (One. Month. Later)
44 prompts to go, that's if I can find inspiration for them all. I'm aiming to at least do ten. Because that in itself is a miracle…
Thank you!
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