This one ties in with (De)Classified Files ch. 2: As the Rain Falls
Let me out in the Rain
He was out on a mission whole night and well into the morning, so he honestly doesn't care that it's freaking three p.m., he wants to sleep. He earned it.
So it goes without saying that he is not so happy when his mattress dips at his waist, pulling him out of sleep. He is not happy at all.
"What?" he mumbles into his pillow.
"It's raining," Skye says. "Well, it's more of a drizzle."
"Great. In what way does it concern me?"
"You promised."
"What?"
"That the next time it rained you'd take me out on walk. Well, now it's raining." He grunts, trying to pull the covers over his head. "You promised."
Damn, he did. He remembers it now. Last week, they were driving home in the rainstorm, and he wanted him to stop so she could feel the rain. He told her no, but promised her they'd take a walk in the rain the next time the weather was mild enough that they didn't have to fear pneumonia.
Damn.
"I know." Pushing the covers down, he starts getting up. "Give me five minutes to get dressed, okay?"
For a second there's a stunned smile on Skye's face, as if she didn't really think he'd agree to it. But then she grins and quickly leans in, pressing a tiny kiss against the corner of his mouth.
"Okay," she says, then stands up. "I'll wait for you in the lounge."
Well, he wouldn't exactly call it a drizzle – it's heavier than that, and they are drenched within a minute. But at least Skye seems to be enjoying herself.
She is skipping around, singing, dancing in the rain to a tune only she can hear. Her hair wild, wet, plastered to her neck and back, her white sundress almost transparent, and she looks enticing, alluring – calling to him. He doesn't long for sleep now. The heavy raindrops and the raw, joyful energy radiating from Skye have woken him up.
He smiles with her, following her wherever she goes.
And when she twists around, her wet skirt lapping around her knees, he catches her – his arms encircling her waist, he pulls her close, until their chests are flushed together. They gaze into each other's eyes intensely for a moment before he dips her, dips her deep, almost deep enough for the tips of her hair reach the ground. She raises one of her legs to balance herself, and he grabs it just under the knee, hiking it around his waist, anchoring her to him, while he leans in, his mouth finding the center of her chest, so he can feels her heartbeat on his lips.
When he pulls her up again, she is grinning. The rain slowly stopping, she puts her arms around his neck and pulls him close, and, raising herself on the tip of her toes, she whispers into his ear, her voice breathy with suppressed laughter, "I told you it'd be fun."