Yes I'm a sinner, yes I'm a saint

By: SelenesLegacy

I don't own Skye or Ward, or Agents of SHIELD for that matter. They're all the property of Marvel.

The only thing Skye remembers when she wakes up is the touch of Ward's arms wrapped around her waist. Of course, she knows it's only a dream. She wouldn't want Ward to be within a thousand mile radius of her, but something inside her tells her that he is far closer.

A creaking floorboard sends Skye to her feet, and her fingers are wrapped around the trusty gun as she walks enters the living room. An all-too familiar shape is sitting on her couch, pointing his gun at her. "Why are you here, Ward?" She asks, and she sees him shift as she flicks on the light.

Grant's heart skips a beat when Skye flicks on the light, and he looks at her. She hasn't changed a bit since Puerto Rico, and yet he can see everything in her eyes. "It wasn't that difficult to find you, Skye." He sees how she visibly tenses, and he raises his hands as he takes a step forward. "I'm not here to kidnap you, if that's what you're wondering."

Strangely enough, he notices that she doesn't move away when he takes a step towards her. "Really?" To him, it sounds as if though she has been through all too-many battles, and Grant knows that the majority of what has happened to her, is his fault. "Yeah." He says, and watches as she puts down her gun. He is, however, taken by surprise when Skye wraps her arms around him.

Skye doesn't want to admit it to herself, but she's missed him. His laughter, (which was rare, but something she actually heard once in a while), his training (She had missed it badly after her first session with May at 6.40 in the morning,) and what confuses her even more is how she just wraps her arms around him like he was any other person, not just her former S.O, who turned out to be one of the enemy and actually the one who got her into this fine mess in the first place.

"I left the team." Her voice is weak as she looks up at him, and she doesn't tense when he wraps his arms around her. In fact, she realizes that she rather enjoys how it feels. "I… I had to keep them safe, and I haven't seen anyone for months now." A whimper escapes her mouth, and she buries her face in Ward's chest.

"I'm so sorry." It's all Grant knows he can say, and yet it's never going to be not enough for what he's done to her and to the team. He buries his face in her hair and sighs softly. After a moment, Grant feels Skye shift in his arms, and then the pressure of her lips against his.

The kiss takes him by surprise, and he stiffens for a moment before he kisses her back, his grip on her hips tightening as he pulls her closer. He somehow manages to leave his gun on the table as they move towards the bedroom.

The door opens at the slightest push from Skye, and he follows behind her. He kisses her again as she closes the door behind them, and his hands covers hers as she pulls at the hem of his t-shirt and throws it away. A hiss escapes his lips when she trails her fingers over the blooming bruises on his side. "Still hurts?" She asks, and he nods. "Just a bit sore, that's all."

Skye's fingers traces the black and yellow bruises, moving her fingers from his side to his chest. Her palm rests right above his heart. "I should have fired here." She almost laughs when Ward nods. "Yeah," He replies, "You should have." A soft moan escapes her lips when he kisses her again, and she tangles her fingers in his hair, tugging lightly at it, but it is enough to make Ward moan into her mouth, and the sound is delicious to her.

She lets go of him for a moment and raises her arms when he attempts to pull of her blouse, and she throws it away. His hands are then on her waist, brushing over her skin and tracing the hard outline of muscle as she moves her hands over his shoulders. "Skye…" She smiles when she hears him say her name.

Their fingers intertwine as she helps him push down her jeans, and his lips are again pressing against hers as he kisses her deeply. She manages to undo the zipper on his jeans and pushes them down, raising her hips in order to let him pull them completely off.

Grant doesn't find it in himself to stop Skye when she turns them over. He proceeds to kiss his way down her neck, just below her ear, and he smiles against the nape of her neck when she moans loudly. He hears a click as she unclasps her bra and throws it onto the floor. Then, his hands are on her breasts, touching and caressing them as Skye's hands are touching him, and it draws loud gasps from them both.

"Need to be inside you," He gasps when her hand rubs against his cock. He sees her pull open a drawer in the nightstand and reach for something, and sees that she is holding a condom. "Not taking the risk." He nods when she tears it open, and he first pulls off her panties and throws them onto the floor, letting his boxers join them on the floor.

He lets her pull on the condom and then his hands are on her hips, lowering her onto him. They both moan loudly as he enters her, the feeling of it is almost too much for them both. Grant remains stock still for a moment, until he hears Skye whisper: "Move."

His hand trails over her thigh as she wraps her leg around his waist, pulling him closer to her, and he begins to move. His fingers tangle in her hair when she digs her nails into his back. Soon enough, they establish a rhythm which Skye is in control of.

Skye gasps every time she feels Grant move within her, rubbing against all the right spots. She tugs at his hair when she moves her hips against his, and the groan that follows, goes right to her clit. "Fa-faster..." She manages to get out, and does not stop him when he grabs her and rolls them over.

She barely manages to say something coherent as he begins to move faster, and she hears the sound of their bodies slapping against each other echo through the room. Jolts of pleasure goes through her, and she knows it's barely a question of 'when', because she is dangerously close to coming already.

Ward kisses her again, and she hears him moan when she deepens the kiss. "M'close," She breathes, and he barely nods, although if she is to judge by the sounds he's making, it won't take long to bring him over the edge either.

"Grant!" She cries out when his thumb rubs over her clit, and she rolls her hips against his hand in response to the touch. It feels as if though she is going to explode when his thumb begins to rub her clit faster, and she comes with a scream, clinging onto Ward as pleasure washes over her.

Ward bites his lower lip when he hears Skye cry his name, and it takes him two more thrusts, and then he's coming, gasping Skye's name as a shiver of pleasure rush through him. He remains stock still for a moment, trying to regain his breath. Skye shifts a little before he pulls out of her, and he pulls the condom off.

A tired smile covers his face when she nuzzles into his side and he wraps his arms around her and pulls her to his chest. "That…" Skye starts, but he gently hushes her. As cheesy as it sounds, Grant wants to savor this moment when he actually has her where he's dreamt of having her for a long time.

Skye falls asleep to the sound of his heartbeat and refuses to let go of his hand. She wakes a few hours later to find that her human pillow is gone. As much as she enjoyed their time together, she knows that will be something they'll both regret later. Her fingers brush against a small piece of folded paper on the bedcover, and she picks it up. Ward's neat handwriting fills the top of the sheet; "I'll be seeing you again someday." Skye can't help but smile at the words. She knows he will be back to find her, like a moth to find the flame.