The World Outside Doesn't Exist •Skyeward One-shots•

Mistletoe

Okay for some reason I felt like making a Christmas AU so yeah

"This is getting ridiculous," Hunter scowls at the couple, who have just pulled away from yet another kiss. The mistletoe hung over them, matching the Christmas decorations scattered around the base.

Skye only smirked at him playfully, her hands still placed on Grants chest, his arms wrapped loosely around her. "You're just jealous cause Bobbi isn't here to give you some Christmas lovin," she joked.

"Oh believe me, I already have more than enough of that, it's just not at all public," he winked before heading over to the fridge, presumably to get more beer. Grant rolled his eyes at Skye, who was making fake gagging noises.

Since the beginning of December, when the Christmas decorations had been set up Skye had took it upon herself to put some mistletoe here and there around the base, and dragging and unsuspecting Grant Ward into a rather pleasant trap. Once he got the gist of what was at play here he began setting up his own mini bushels, or sometimes just dangling them over her head (Oh, the perks of being tall.)

Sometimes Skye would even enjoy luring Fitzsimmons into her trap, and at first they were very flustered until one week later, where every time they were surprise attacked Fitz would gracefully press his lips against hers, and Skye found it pretty adorable (She totally ships it.)

   "Okay, so I'll be off base for a little bit okay? Not too long," Grant smiled down at Skye, lightly brushing a pice of hair out of her face.

   "Good, you better not keep your girlfriend waiting," she threatened him. She was only half serious. He thinks so at least.

   "I won't," He insisted, giving her one last lingering kiss before unwrapping his arms from her. He grabbed his plain black duffle bag and waved goodbye to everyone in the lounging area, momentarily testing his eyes on Skye before turning down the hallway.

   "Okay, so movie time! I was thinking Planet of the Apes," Fitz said form the sofa.

   "Of course," Simmons sighed dramatically, looking over at Skye with a help-me-deal-with-this-dork look. She grinned and joined them with a large bowl of pretzels, but she felt a little crestfallen. How is she gonna deal without pulling Grant under the mistletoe about five hundred times a day?

   "Relax, the robot will be back soon enough for you to get your bloody hands all over him," Fitz said with pretzels stuffed inside his mouth. She forgets how well those two knew her sometimes. She took the cold beer Hunter handed to her gratefully and watched the T.V. screen as the apes marched around proudly, Fitz boring his eyes into the screen as if it was more interesting than anything else.

   "For now well only have to deal with this one," Simmons chided.

•••

Skye was many things, but one she excelled at was impatience. She stood there, bouncing on her heels, waiting for the door to slide open.

And finally it did. It raised, metal lightly grinding against stone, revealing Grant, wrapped in a heavy coat, chilly air following him into the hallway. The instant he saw her he grinned, a genuine smile that melted her from the inside out.

"Finally. You have no idea how bored I've been," Skye smirked as he approached her, his whiskey brown eyes trained on her as if she was a spectacle. He lifted his hands and cupped her face, and despite him just being out in the cold his hands were surprisingly warm against her skin.