I wake up to the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs. It takes me a bit longer than it should to wipe the sleep from my eyes and take stock of the situation. I had the best sleep I've had in years, last night. I look down at the man I'm straddling and I remember the conversation from last night. He wants to take me with him. He wants me to be his. I feel my traitorous heart soar and a true smile flash across my face. I haven't felt true joy since Ward started dating Daisy. Or pretending like he was. More footsteps interrupt my thoughts, but before I can react Grant is out of bed shielding me with his body. Aggression thrums in his body, his stance is protective. I come to the realization sleepily that he expects me to be punished for coming in his cell. He's poised to attack should anyone do or say anything he doesn't like. There's always been a primal danger to him, but now... Now, he's practically vibrating with it. It's honestly the hottest thing I've ever seen. Not the time Jemma! I quickly move to stand in front of Grant, but it's quite difficult. Stubborn man. He's positively determined to keep me behind him. And oh bloody hell, that's Coulson.
"Now Ward, let's try this aga-"
The director stops speaking mid sentence and makes startled eye contact with me.
"Jemma? What-How did you get in here?"
I can barely stop myself from rolling my eyes. Why does everyone seem to forget that I'm-!
"Okay, that's insulting. Jemma is a fucking genius with two PhD's. And you're wondering how she got into a cell controlled by a tablet with a shitty password?"
Ward answers for me while waving said tablet in front of Coulson's face tauntingly. He shakes his head in mock disapproval. It would be hilarious if Grant's eyes didn't flash murderously with barely suppressed rage. I desperately don't want to draw attention to myself, but Grant looks like he's a few poorly thought out jabs away from saying to hell with it and murdering my boss.
"Grant, give me the tablet."
I order him calmly while Coulson promises torture if I'm harmed. I snort to myself as Grant gives me an amused smirk. Suddenly, the dangerous man I'm secretly in love with lights up. I've given up lying to myself at this point. Before I can take the tablet in Grant's hand, he wraps a muscular arm around my waist and yanks me into his chest for a harsh, possessive kiss. It feels more like an alpha claiming his territory than an affectionate expression of adoration. I'm under no delusions that this man loves me. I know he wants me and wants to own me. Well, he promised a lot of things last night, but his heart wasn't one of them.
I distantly hear Coulson calling for Daisy to hack Grant's cell. I'm not really sure though because all I can feeltastebreathe is Grant Ward. I cling to him desperately. I kiss him back just as passionately. Oh, yes, please. As suddenly as it started, it's over. I'm left gasping and staring at Grant wide-eyed. His hands find my hips and squeeze just hard enough to bruise my sensitive skin as he leans down and whispers dirty things in my ear. Oh my, I never stood a chance did I? His eyes flash at the question I never asked. Grant's devilish grin speaks volumes. Neither of us manage to separate until Daisy unlocks the door and pulls me out of his arms. If the feral look in his eyes has anything to say about it, he's pissed. I sigh knowing I'm going to have to lie to get myself out of this one. Fuck.
"C'mon Jemma, let's get out of here."
Daisy drags me into the common area, only letting go of me long enough to push me in a comfy velvet chair and start making my favorite tea blend.
"Are you okay? Did he...?"
Daisy trails off suggestively and I can't help, but wanna smack her. A traitor he may be, but Grant has never forced himself on a woman, ever. In Hydra, it's an unspoken rule not to talk about sexual assault in front of him. Supposedly, he reacts violently.
"No, he didn't. I... I went to him. He's not pure evil Daisy. Just like not everyone in Hydra is evil. The world isn't quite as black and white as I thought it was."
Skye simply fixes me with a concerned look before hugging me. She thinks I'm being manipulated. A part of me was hoping that she'd... Believe me. I don't know why it hurts that she does exactly what I expect her to do.
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