(Season 2 Episode 16)
He was pacing from one end of the room to the other, his mind working at top speed. How could she do this to him? No. Why did he let her do this to him? It was always the same thing every time, he was just stupid enough to let her use him over and over again. He loved her, that was the problem, and apparently she had other things in mind. The door opened, and she stepped in, locking it behind her. She leaned on the door frame, her stomach knotted inside her, her heart beating fast, and her head spinning.
"I'm sorry" she said a mix of angst, fear and regret projecting in her expression.
"You could have just told me, Bob." He replied curtly.
"I was hoping to keep you out of this." She explained, he shook his head slowly and returned his ice cold eyes at her, more distant than he was a few seconds ago. "You're right," she looked down and nodded, "I totally blew that one." He nodded at her response and looked away, placing his hands on his hips. "I gave your name to Coulson because Heartly needed back-up," she started while stepping towards him, his glare intensified. "I never thought you'd stay, let alone care." She confessed, "then you started asking questions about what Mack and I were up to, and then next thing I know he has you tied up in his trunk." He sighed, remembering too well how betrayed he felt the moment Mack put his arms around his neck to choke him. He took a few steps towards her and then sat on the table, looking forward.
"Least fun road trip of my life." He lazily joked. She gave a weak smile, holding back her tears - she was after all a trained spy.
"Forgetting Arizona?" She joked back, cocking her eyebrows at him. He turned to her, for a second it seemed like everything was fine and he almost laughed, but he quickly turned away again.
"More like re-pressing the memory." He commented, a hint of humor in his tone, while crossing his arms. He sighed, "I still can't listen to the Eagles without getting the chills." He admitted his eyes squeezing shut. He turned to her only to find her with a longing smile that was a paradox to her hurting eyes. She nodded, unsure of what to say. He wanted her to say something, anything, but she didn't, so he continued. "I should have known it wouldn't work out between us." Pain flashed through her skin, her smile trembling momentarily, "I mean we first hit it off when you were sent to steal Intel from me."
"Well I made it worth your while." She joked, her eyes watery and her voice raspy and weak.
"Time of my life really." He confessed biting off the little smile that surged when he remembered their past. He looked down for a second and let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. Then he gained the courage to look back up and say what they both didn't want to hear, " But maybe not the bedrock foundation upon which a marriage is built."
She couldn't fake a smile anymore and just looked at him regretfully. She stepped closer to him desperate to not lose him, not again. Bobbi looked at her ex-husband, a part of her hating the"ex" in the tag he had, but she was losing him now, losing him for good. Her legs failed her suddenly, but two hands captured her sides, avoiding the collapse. Her head shot up, and her blue eyes met with his. There were no cameras in this room, no one could watch from anywhere and the door was locked, they both processed that thought, their gazes still locked. They knew too damn well how their conversation would end, so they had two options; either end it, or not talk. The tension between them grew larger and larger, and both their bodies tickled begging for the other's touch. He carefully helped her back to her feet, but didn't let go of her.
She leaned in and kissed him, grabbing his short hairs fiercely and praying he'd return it. His tongue teased her lower lip and then he explored the corners of her mouth. His hands moved in small circles in her back and she forced him closer. He groaned when being pressed up against her breasts and smiled between the kiss. He didn't hesitate to lift her by the under thighs and pin her against the wall. She moaned when feeling the bulge growing in his pants and against her tights. He trailed down her pale neck's bone, softly, knowing better than to mark her, she jerked her hips at him, suggestively and then beggingly. He placed another bruising kiss on her lips. Their hands were frantic, wanting to touch everything they could. Hunter slid his hands under her jersey, his warm hands prickling her cold skin. He cupped her breasts gently, and then sliding his hands down to her tights. He didn't hesitate to pull them down, leaving her underwear as the only obstacle to her intimate part.
Bobbi moaned as his fingertips traced the skin above her panty line. She let go of his hair and unbuckled his belt, forcing his jeans down to the floor. He leaned in closer, pressing his body against hers so that she could feel his heart bumping at an inhuman speed. He found out hers was also racing to his touch, she clawed one of her hands to his back and slid the other one under his black boxers, taking a hold of him. He moved his hands to her ass and grabbed it shamelessly, sliding the panties down with his thumbs. She grabbed his cock and brushed the head of it, spreading the pre-come on it. She arched back as he intensified the kiss on her neck but pushed his head away - a hickey would raise to many questions and she couldn't afford that. She leaned on him and wrapped her arms around his neck, he quickly responded by thrusting into her. She whimpered at the thrust and tugged his hair violently, eliciting a groan from him which only turned her on even more. He smashed her against the wall aggressively, intensifying the physical contact. She moaned and cursed, occasionally nipping at his earlobe, eventually they both came and he dropped his head on her shoulder, breathing heavily. She pecked his forehead, catching her breath as well. He gently dropped her on the floor, pulling his pants back up. She did the same. He returned to where he was before, and she watched as he ran a hand through his face. He leaned back on the table and looked at her with hurt eyes. Bobbi stepped towards him again.
"Everything I felt for you, that was real." She assured, her voice strong and affirmative. He was thankful it was.
"Yeah, maybe so." He looked back up at her, his brown eyes linking with her blue ones, "But in the end you still got that Intel, didn't you?" That felt like a hard punch in the stomach, she looked down.
"Hunter..." She said weakly. He snorted and shook his head.
"It's always the same pattern, love." He told her, "I fall for you only to find out that you have something else up and running." She instantly looked at him.
"There was no hidden agenda with you."
"Yeah you say things like that," he said standing to face her, "but your actions clearly suggest otherwise. Just meet me half-way."
"I want to!" She responded. "Just tell me how."
"Walk away, right now." He said, "You and I, we can leave all this mess behind us. Start over. Be new people, be better people." He emphasized. She looked at him hurt, searching the words to say, glancing at him desperately, knowing that this would probably be the last time she saw him. He looked at her expectantly, hoping she'd choose him over SHIELD for once. Eventually she looked up.
"I'm sorry." She watched him shut down completely, distancing himself miles from her. "I need to finish this."
He swallowed back his pain and glared up at her, all compassion gone from his previously tender eyes.
"Fine." He gritted in between his teeth, "But I'm leaving Bob, so don't try and stop me." He warned. She looked down, not bearing to see him, and he watched her carefully, knowing it was over, forever.
"I won't." She promised. He gave her a last glance and walked by her, as soon as she managed to look up and not see him there she amended her statement, "everybody else will."
He opened the door to find a couple of agents in his way, he was quick to response and get rid of them.
"There's nowhere to go!" She told him. But he ignored her and kicked his way out, rushing through the door. "Damn it Hunter!" She yelled after him.
He ran down the halls until he found an exit, and found himself in a boat in the middle of the ocean.
"Bloody hell." He cursed while looking around. He quickly saw a way out and went for it.
Agent Morse, followed by two other agents stormed down the halls, she stopped to think about how Hunter would react and found the exit he had left through, but she was too late, he was gone, both from the ship and from her life.
