Truth or… Truth

Rated: PG

Summary: What did Skye ask Agent Ward when Coulson left them?

Spoilers: "Pilot"

"Gramsy?" Ward whimpered. Oh this was going to be bad. He knew it. She knew it.

And she was smiling. "Gramsy, huh?" She sat on the table in front of him. "And how old were you when you lost your virginity?"

"Twenty-three." He was trying so hard to keep his answers short.

She raised an eyebrow. "Wow, late bloomer. Was it planned?"

"The sex or the circumstances?" Crap. Why oh why did he phrase it that way?

Without hesitation, her reply was: "The circumstances."

"No. I had no idea that the commander would be back so soon."

She laughed. "Oh my god you lost your virginity at SHIELD?"

He winced. "Yes."

"Was it with an older woman?"

"Yes."

"How much older?" She was enjoying this way too much.

"She was thirty-seven. And before you ask, she pursued me, I was nervous and yes, it was over embarrassingly quick."

"And have you solved the 'embarrassingly quick' problem since then?"

He blinked and looked to her face. Did she really just…? "Yes."

"Good to know." She stood, patting his shoulder. "What's your one regret in your travels?"

"I've been to Paris but never really… seen it. Although if I was to go on vacation, I would choose the place in Tahiti they sent Coulson."

"Interesting. If you didn't work for SHIELD, what would you do?"

"Most likely work with animals. Why are you asking me this stuff instead of stuff about SHIELD?"

She crossed her arms. "I can find out whatever I want about SHIELD through my sources. But finding out the nitty gritty on its agents? Not as easy."

Ward stood and backed up some. "You know, it's not like I can fire off these questions in return."

Skye nodded. "I know. But a girl having mystery is better, don't you think?"

"I think you have enough mystery. That's what makes you a risk to the team but really sexy to look at." He bit his lip, grimacing at the last comment.

She swayed closer to him. "You think I'm sexy?"

"Yes. From your perky breasts to cute ass." Deeper down the rabbit hole he went, further than he was really prepared to.

"And if you had your choice, if Coulson let you make the call, what would you do with me?"

"Kiss you."

She seemed surprised by that answer. She had most likely thought that he was going to answer about kicking her off the plane. "You want to kiss me?"

To prove his point, and make the godforsaken questioning stop, he crashed his lips to hers in a bruising kiss, pulling her up against the frame she had earlier referred to as firm. Her lips tasted of strawberry lip gloss and eagerly accepted him as she returned the fire. But this was a fleeting moment. He knew it. And he knew she knew it. The serum was going to wear off soon and the walls would be back.

Pulling back from her, he sat heavily in the chair. "I'm getting lightheaded. The serum is wearing off."

She seemed lightheaded herself but for another reason. "Right. Yeah. Uh, you should lay your head down or something." She tugged on her shirt and ran her fingers through her hair.

He laid his head down, closing his eyes and thinking of strawberries.