A/N: Direct continuation of yesterday's drabble.

Warm Me up

The rain started falling in earnest soon after that, with lightning cracking in the distance, forcing them inside. They were a drenched, dripping, giggling mess, too enamored by each other to care if anybody saw them.

Grant knew that the first thing on their to-do list should be getting out of their wet clothes and dry their hair, but somehow both of them ended up in his room, stealing kisses all the way. Not that he minded it much.

"You should put on some dry clothes," he still told her reluctantly between kisses once they stepped into his room, knowing that it might as well mean her leaving him. Possibly for the remainder part of the afternoon. And maybe he wouldn't even see her until tomorrow.

But she didn't move an inch.

"Well, then give me something," she smiled against his lips.

Shaking his head at her cheekiness, he let go of her and stepped to the wardrobe, picking out a pair of old sweatpants, a faded hoodie (he chose one he wouldn't miss – he had a feeling he wasn't going to get it back), and a clean towel, so she could wrap her hair in it.

By the time he turned back towards her, she had already peeled of her dress, and was standing in front of him in her underwear.

"What?" she smirked. "You are looking at me like you haven't seen it before," she gestured at her body. The corner of his mouth twitched just as a lightning lashed through the sky outside.

"True. But it doesn't mean I have gotten bored with the view."

"Good answer, Casanova," she winked at him as took the clothes from him.

Grant, too, pulled off his wet shirt and jeans, and put on some sweats and a Henley. By the time he was done, Skye'd dressed up as well – his clothes were way too big on her; the legs of the pants swallowed up her feet and she had to tie it tight around her waist so it wouldn't fall off, while the hem of the hoodie was almost at her mid-thigh, and she had to roll back the sleeves. With the towel styled like a turban on the top of her head, she looked absolutely adorable.

Grant stepped closer to her, wrapping his arms around her; she all but melted into the embrace. Their former urgency and playfulness was gone, replaced by some warm longing for each other. With Skye's hands rubbing comforting circles on his back, he asked "What do you want to do now?"

"Hm…" She lay her head on his chest. "Cuddle?"

He had absolutely no problem with that. And anyway, exhaustion was starting to catch up with him again.

Skye still clinging to him, he started moving towards the bed, pulling her with him almost like a dead weight – but only until she pulled herself up and wrapped her legs around his waist, letting him to carry her. This way, he managed to get her to the bed easily, then sat down and leaned against the pillows, helping her get comfortable.

"Is it okay?" he asked as she cuddled up to him, her body already going lax, her breathing evening out.

"Uh-hm," she replied, nuzzling her nose against the skin of his neck. "You make a good pillow."

He chuckled at that, but even with his chest rocking her, she didn't say a thing – she was already asleep.

With her warm, safe and comfortable, Grant closed his eyes as well.