A/N: Hi guys, I think this may be an epilogue of sorts. Don't get me wrong, I love writing about Skye and Ward – but I'm also wary of overdoing it. So, I think this may be the closer for this one. But, after such a warm reception for my first ever fanfic, I have to say – I may now be an addict. Thanks for everything!

It was a waiting game. That was what his days had become.

Grant Ward adjusted the pillow behind his head to make his half-lying/half-sitting arrangement more comfortable; not that comfort was ever really achieved on a bed so small. Honestly! Coulson had hand-picked the team, could he not have hand-picked the beds too?

His bed on the bus had always been small, and these days it became even smaller. He momentarily dropped his focus from his latest book to glance at his watch. Relief and joy washed over him, it was nearly time.

He abandoned the novel for the time being; there was no way he was going to get any actual reading done – his mind was elsewhere, and if he was being honest, it had been the whole time. With only minutes left he went back to readjusting his pillows and blankets just to give him something to do; and when he had exhausted that medial task, he picked up his book again and opened it to a random page. There was no need to make it obvious that he had been counting down the seconds.

As the words on the page began to blur before him he heard what he had been waiting for all this time. He looked up to see the door of his bunk opening silently, and a pyjama-clad Skye entering. He smiled at her, one that she returned after closing the door behind her. He glanced down at his watch again, "Is it that time already?" he said with a smirk.

Skye gave him a look that said she knew exactly what game he was playing, and approached him to kneel on the bed. "Don't even pretend that you weren't waiting for me..." Her mouth quirked up into a smirk of her own.

"I was reading"

She plucked the book from his hands, and held it up in front of his eyes. "Upside down?"

He let out a small chuckle as he grimaced. He'd walked right into that one. But Grant Ward, never one to back down from an argument – no matter how playful or frivolous, only replied with "It's a new skill I'm trying to develop."

As much as he had tried to say it seriously, the smile in his voice betrayed him, and he knew he'd lost the fight, and so did she.

Skye shook her head at him, still wearing that knowing smile on her face as she tossed the book onto his nightstand. She then promptly leant down towards him and placed a small kiss on his lips, a kiss which he returned. This was their greeting, and he had been waiting all day for it.

It was almost a form of torture to have to hold himself back throughout the day. Especially when she would find ways to make it even harder by giving him pointed looks, or when she would go out of her way to touch him in some small way. A touch that he was powerless to return without drawing attention to what he was doing. So instead, he would bide his time. Waiting for the moments like this.

This was their time: after the rest of the team had gone to sleep, and before they got up in the morning. This was when he got to be with her, truly. During the day, he was Grant Ward: S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent, and Skye's Supervising Officer; but at night, he was Grant. And she was Skye. And he loved that.

The kiss, however brief, was like magic – spreading all kinds of warmth through his body. He opened his eyes to find her gazing at him. "What?" He whispered, still unable to wipe the smile from his face.

"Nothing" She returned his smile.

"Good" he said simply, allowing one hand to snake around her waist, while the other found its place cradling the back of her neck. He pulled her back to him for another quick kiss, pulling her down onto the bed with him in the process. She giggled slightly as their lips parted once more, and nestled in beside him.

With her head on his chest, and his arms around her, the S.O. and the rookie settled in for sleep. One day they would tell the others, it was still early days anyway. And that was what they loved about it. It was just them, and that meant that in these few hours during the night, they existed in a world of their own. There were no bad guys, no superheroes, just Skye and Grant.

And they could think of nothing better.