Reunion by the Rails
Six weeks in deep undercover with no contact other than the required reports and even those kept brief, no "I'm okay, don't worry about me, Skye" in them, and when it's finally over he says he'll just take the goddamned train back to the closest base – back to them (because it's only logical – the point of the mission is that the target won't even know that he's been under supervision, and a S.H.I.E.L.D. extraction team would be kinda telling).
But still – he takes the damned train, one of the slowest means of transportation known to mankind (okay, to be honest everything seems like the slowest means on transportation to her that doesn't get him back to her in this instant), and for it, she could choke him. Right after she kisses the living daylight out of him, of course.
"It's late," she sighs, looking at her watch, then at the still empty platform – for the tenth time in about ten minutes. "It should have arrived minutes ago."
Jemma just sighs, while Fitz anxiously drums on the armrest of the bench they are sitting on. At first they were delighted that Coulson allowed them to pick Grant up from the station, but with Skye's impatience it is quickly becoming a burden. Plus the train really is late.
It's five more minutes – and three more impatient comments from Skye – before the train they've been waiting for finally rolls in. Skye's already up and running towards it even before the doors open, leaving Fitz and Simmons behind, scanning the crowd of passengers getting off the train for Grant. Of course he is one of the last people exiting the train, calm and collected, a bag hanging from his shoulder.
The moment Skye sees him a wide, happy grin blossoms on her face.
It takes Grant a beat longer to spot her, and when he does, she's already running towards him at full speed, and he barely has enough time to call her name before she is launching herself into his arms, almost knocking him to the ground – he actually has to take a step back to regain his balance. But when he does, and her feet is back on the ground, he holds her close, swaying slowly from left to right, his nose buried in her hair, inhaling her sweet scent that he missed so much, while he can feel her smile against his neck.
They stay like that for a long time, the world dead to them, then it's Skye who finally pulls away. She looks up at him, raises a hand to his face, caressing his cheek lovingly, then she stands on the tip of her toes, and presses a kiss against his lips.
"Never go on a mission that long again, understood? At least not without me," she tells him the strictest voice she can muster before kissing him again. "I missed you."
He just smiles down at her brilliantly before he crushes her against his chest once again.
"I promise, never again." He places a kiss on the crown of her head. "I missed you too. Missed you so much."