He slammed her against the hotel room door, immediately pressing his lips roughly against hers, running his hands in her hair and moving from her mouth to her jawline, kissing so that every mark felt like fire on her skin.
"Grant," she whined, running her hands along his back. "Can you please hurry up?"
He pulled away, smirking at her second whine of protest. "But I was just getting started."
"Why do you always have to make things so difficult," She growled, pushing him away from her and instead towards the bed. "It's my turn."
He let her shove him into a sitting position on the bed (well what else was he supposed to do) and also allow d her to climb onto his lap, immediately moving to his neck and attempting to rip off his shirt. "Off," she demanded when she broke away to take a breath.
He removed it easily, revealing every contour and muscle for Skye to drink in.
This time she shoved him so that he fell onto his back, her following in pursuit, her mouth finding his again and her hands extra busy, running along his chest.
But she stopped suddenly, earning a moan from him, and although she wanted to continue she gave grinned before slowly lowering herself down to his pants, looking into his dark eyes for approval-
"I can't take this anymore," a voice sounded firm the corner of the room, laughter following.
"What the fuck," Grant yelled, pulling out a gun and aiming it at the corner. Skye did the same, except instead she had her hand at the ready (despite it being ready to do other things, but at the moment it wasn't the time).
"I'm sorry I've tried so hard but this has just gotten too good," the laughter continued as a young girl stepped into view, with dirty blonde hair and a slight resemblance to a potato.
"Who the hell are you," Skye asked, her hand still held at the young girl.
"Oh yeah. I'm Abby, you know, the writer of this story."
"What the fuck, what do you mean a story," Skye stared at her, her brow furrowed in confusion.
"Okay well since you guys never got to have sex I decided to take it into consideration to let that happen. You're welcome, by the way."
"Honestly I have no idea what you're talking about."
"This was a lot harder to write than I anticipated," Abby continued, running her hands through their bangs and letting the stand up in awkward directions. "Like how can people write this shit? I can't do it without cracking up!"
"I-" Ward began, but instead Abby cut him off. Literally. She just wrote on her phone that he was cut off.
"I'm bringing Kara in because this is just too good," Abby grinned, continuing to excessively move her fingers across the screen.
"What, no-"
"Where am I now. God damn it Abby," Kara groaned, now standing next to her as if she appeared out of no where. Which she did, cause Abby made her.
"Anyway, Kara. I'm having predicament. I'm trying to write smut but as you can tell I can't take it seriously. What should I do?"
"Kill yourself," Kara suggested.
"I'm too lazy. You know what I'm just gonna ditch this joint. You guys," she said, addressing the confused couple, "can do whatever you want." Then Abby and Kara popped out of the story and into the normal world the end.
IM SORRY THIS IS A JOKE AND MY FRIEND bookara WANTED ME TO POST IT
But a real chapter will be up soon don't worry
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The World Outside Doesn't Exist •Skyeward One-shots•
Fanfiction"What I want is to stay here with you and imagine the world outside doesn't exist." Basically a bunch of Skyeward one-shots. They may be cheesy, but that's okay. (All characters belong to Joss Whedon, Jed Whedon, and Maurissa Tancharoen)
