To set eyes again upon your heart
“You know what’s nice about this?” Skye said to the unconscious man that lay on the hospital bed. “You can’t make some smart remark about me being slightly flustered by your really lovely muscles or your scruff that should be disgusting but is instead turning me on, and how you actually have a very attractive face under all that scruff and dirt and the best part is you can’t hear me.”
Skye continued to change the bandages smiling to herself. “You can taunt me and bait me all you want when you’re conscious, but see, right now you’re blissfully under anesthesia and you’re probably dreaming of…” she paused a moment thinking of what he must dream, then deciding it was probably all dirty she shook her head. “I dunno whatever you dream of and you’ve got no snappy comeback or witty retort. Just you being quiet. That’s nice. I think I like you like this.”
“You like me no matter what, Princess,” Carter said without opening his eyes, his voice rough from lack of use.
Skye scoffed and felt her cheeks flush. “Dammit.”
(mini-fic by cupcakesandtv)
