A/N: Don't forget, you have only one day left to nominate the names you'd like Haylie and Ada's little sister to be called! :)

Snapshot

"Now we wait," Ward said, putting his cell back into his pocket. "May'll be here to pick us up in half an hour or so."

His words were followed by variety of reactions – Fitz dropped his chin into his palm and grunted, Simmons sighed and let her head fall back, while Skye actually whined, running her hand through her hair. He looked over his teammates, sitting in a neat row next to their equipment, leaning against the side of a house where nobody has lived in at least thirty years. He could understand them – the mission was a bust, they found nothing instead of Asgardian relics, and their car broke down, stranding them in this nondescript Finish village. He was mildly irritated, too.

With really nothing else to do, his gaze wandered to Skye – as it usually did nowadays, especially since there have been… developments in their relationship. The corner of his mouth twitched – yeah, they surely made some developments – he was sure she still bore the mark on the top of her thigh that stood testimony to that.

But pushing that particular memory to the back of his mind – they'd have plenty of time later to revisit it, once they got back to the Bus –, he focused his attention on Skye, and didn't exactly like what he saw. Skye sat there, almost curled up into a ball, her thin faux-leather jacket pulled close to her body, rocking slowly back and forth, as if trying to generate heat.

"Are you cold?" he asked softly, frowning at her. Skye looked up at him.

"Yeah, a bit," she admitted. "California girl here – I'm not exactly used to this weather."

It wasn't actually that cold, Ward noted to himself – he'd had worse in Massachusetts –, but still, they were up North in April, and even the weather wasn't that clear, so he had to admit that yes, it was a bit chilly. Nothing that bothered him, but Skye…

He looked briefly at FitzSimmons; well, it was like he couldn't trust them, or that they would judge him (much). He nodded at Skye.

"Come here," he told her, and when she hesitated, he reached out towards her, offering her his arm. She blinked, then accepted his hand, standing up. As soon as she was on her feet he turned her so she was with her back to him, then put his arms around her middle and pulled her close, so her back was pressed against his front.

He felt her relax right away, no longer cold; she let out a little sigh and leaned against him, basking in his body heat, tucking her head under his chin. The scent of her hair hit him immediately; he just could stop himself from taking a deep breath, inhaling it in, nor could he help the grin that formed on his face.

He had never thought he could feel this way towards a person – that holding somebody like this would feel this good, this right. The rush of elation as their bodies fit perfectly, the quickening of the heart, the simple knowledge that she was there, that she let him hold her, it were all amazing. Skye was… something else, something great, and he was so lucky for having been found by her. (And he couldn't believe how the last couple of weeks had had changed his life, his view on the order of things.)

"Aw, look at that," he heard Simmon's voice, dragging him back to reality. "You two are so cute together!" she cooed, clapping her hands together in joy, before turning to Fitz. "I told you they would come to their senses," she told him, clasping his forearm, which started an exchange between the two of them – the topic, of course, being his relationship with Skye – that was too quick for him to follow. Still, it made him feel a bit insecure, and he was just about to cut in, but then Skye squeezed his hand.

"Hey, let the kids have their fun!" she told him smiling widely, craning her neck so she could look at him. "And they are not wrong, anyway," she added with a wink. "As unbelievable as it is, you are positively adorable when you smile like this."

He was just about to retort that he was most definitely not adorable, but he only got to the part when he grinned down at her (absolutely smitten, he was afraid), when he heard Simmons' voice again:

"Look here and say cheese!" she said, holding her cellphone up and taking a picture of Skye and him, exactly the moment when both of them looked into the camera, big, happy smiles on their faces that were just screaming in love. "Oh, this is lovely…"

He wanted to be mad, or at least annoyed, at Jemma – but he just couldn't. And anyway, no matter how corny it was, now that it was taken, he really wanted that picture. It would have made a fine lockscreen photo.