~ Series of one shots of the adorable couple, SkyeWard ~

"We all deserve a nice night"

Set after that particular cliffhanger in 1x08

"Another time, maybe," he said with a smile in his eyes and left. Her doe brown eyes reciprocated a smile as she watched the shadow of her S.O. fade into the darkness. Her fingers tapped on the glass surface of the bar, sighing at the thought of the agent named Grant Ward. She was obsessed. Not romantically. Wait, who are we kidding? Maybe a hint of romance. He was dashingly handsome, equipped with those cheekbones of his. Of course she couldn't resist to not being swoon by him. But no, our young hacktivist was more obsessed with his story. His deepest fears. His buried desires. His darkest secrets. She knew the brooding black ops specialist wouldn't tell her about his past at one sitting. She knew. But it was too late. She had begun prying into his past life, one layer at a time.

She smiled to herself, feeling a sense of achievement when her hunch was proven right when he confessed shakily that it was indeed about his brother. But she also couldn't help but to feel sorry for the guy. The brunette never knew what to think of the situation of having siblings. Granted she grew up in an orphanage filled with other children but none were her real biological siblings who she can't run away from. He, on the other hand, couldn't run away from it. Forced into a position full of hate and rage that he couldn't escape. A position so traumatic that he had no choice but to forget his haunting childhood nightmares. Nightmares that his rookie hacker couldn't yet understand. And maybe could never ever understand. However, she had broken his first barrier and her innate hacker instincts craved to dig up more information. It was an addiction that she couldn't break free.

"Would you like a drink?" the Irish bartender interrupted her thoughts to the point of making her annoyed. He was just doing his job. She faked a smile and kindly declined. Hard-hitting drinks were the last things she needed. After the whole Ward hulking out fiasco, she needed peace and serenity. And that was what she did: staring blankly at the anonymous faces coming and going at the bar, accompanied by numerous offers by strange drunken men for a drink whom she just shrugged off. Before she knew it, it was already one in the morning. She was tired but not exhausted. Her mind still wondered of Ward and his past but maybe it's time to leave the topic for another day. She slithered off her seat and made her way.

"Escalator or staircase?" she asked herself before making an impulsive decision of sauntering up the stairs. It didn't take her long until she was at her floor. Her eyes began to feel heavy, that is until a tall familiar figure emerged from Agent May's hotel room. Their eyes met.

Her mind whirled with a million questions and accusations. She was relieved that he, of all her other team members, was the one she saw in the hallway. She was disappointed that he, of all her other team members, was the one she saw come out from May's room. She was frustrated that he, of all her other team members, pushed her away when she was trying to reach out to him. She was heartbroken that he, of all her other team members, chose May over her. However, she now understood how he felt after she was caught sleeping with Miles Lydon only a few weeks ago. Yes, bottom line is she was confused.

His mind only thought of one thing, "It's not what it looks like."

She forced a half-hearted smile and avoided any eye contact as she walked away, wanting to hide in her room and lock herself from the world. What was she thinking? Being all concerned about her supervising officer when he, himself, didn't want to get close to her but was just too polite to say so. She refused to look back but deep down, she was screaming for him to come after her.

He chased after his apprentice then slowed down to her pace as soon as he caught up to her. They remained silent. Both unsure of what to say to each other. Both feeling the tension between them. Both wanting to say something but didn't know what to say. She felt a whole lot of emotions. He was just confused. She fiddled with her fingers. He fiddled with his key card. And there they were, in an awkward silence filled with intensity until both suddenly decide to speak at the same time.

"So," they both slurred. They stopped and looked at each other. She regurgitated a nervous chuckle. He let out a soft grunt. She stared at him, trying to figure out his emotions but he upheld his robot reputation. His eyebrow lifted and she understood it was her cue to talk.

"What time are we leaving?" She asked dryly.

"Seven," he informed. She nodded, still fiddling with her fingers before he continued, "But I want you down at the Bus ten minutes before." She rolled her eyes.

"Of course, how can I forget the ten minute rule?" His lips curved a smile at her response. His smile disappeared as soon as the thought of him needing to say something about what just happened popped in his mind. He knew surely she had thought the worst of him but he was not that guy.

"What you saw, it wasn't like that," he struggled. She pursed her lips and raised her eyebrows, "Well, like I said, we deserve a nice night. You especially."

"Not like this. I'm not that guy," he insisted, "We just drank and talked."

"And you're telling me all this because?"

"You need to know," he emphasized, pleading with his eyes. She put on her best smug face, "You do realise that if I want to know everything about you, I can just hack into SHIELD and it's all laid out in front of me, right?" It was true. She could and she had. Well, not with the current circumstance; the bracelet Coulson had her put on; but she could. He smirked at her smart and fast remark then scratched his eyebrow, desperate to find his way out of his current predicament.

"Come on, you're trained to get out of difficult situations," he told himself.

"Well, good night Ward," she said, wanting to unlock her door which was directly opposite his door. He didn't want her to go. Not until it was all clear waters. He snaked his way behind her. She felt his presence. Chills ran down her spine but she shook them off before spinning around to face him. His face towered just a few inches from hers. Her eyes widened and a soft gasp released from her mouth. She wasn't expecting such closeness outside the training scene. A whiff of whiskey poured from his lips. His eyes softened. She couldn't help herself from mirroring his actions. Their eyes locked and continued to lock as though they were communicating telepathically. That look of belonging glinted in her deep brown eyes. That look of uncertainty shadowed in his dark eyes. They both knew what each other was thinking and feeling.

"I wasn't trained for any of this, Skye," he whispered, avoiding her gaze. He was afraid. Afraid that she could see she right through him. Remembering how Agent Maria Hill gave him low marks only for people skills, he knew he was ready for anything but this. His vivacious student would be his undoing. What was this feeling he was feeling?

"I know, Ward," she whispered back, searching for his eyes to look into hers. Eventually, her eyes found his. She knew his position and that they could never be more than what they already were. They understood that yet feelings still soared. And there they stood, only a few inches away from each other, comfortable with one another's presence until she faltered, "Good night," and closed the door, glancing longingly one last time at her tall mentor standing at her door. Yes, they all deserved a nice night.

AN: I hope it wasn't too bad. Review and let me know what you think and whether I should continue with the whole 'series of one shots' idea :)