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He woke up suddenly and gasped for breath, completely disoriented, his eyes cast wildly about the room, but a shape loomed over him in the darkness, blocking his vision. Fresh from his nightmare, he lay perfectly still to assess the situation he found himself, running scenarios in his head.
“Coulson?” The shape asked, warily. He was rapidly aware of many things all at once. That the shape was Skye, and her hands were on his chest and resting on his cheek. He took in several deep breaths, trying to calm himself.
“Skye?” He managed. “What are you doing in here? In my room?” She shifted to sit up more giving him space and slid her hand from his check to his chest, mirroring the other hand.
“I was in the office, doing some work and I heard noises coming from in here. You hadn’t shut the bedroom door all the way and I could hear you having a bad dream or something.” He noticed that the only light in the room was coming from the open door leading into the office. He could also make out that Skye was wearing her pajamas, probably had stopped by to start a hack or run a program and go back to bed so that the majority of the computer running the program would be while she was sleeping.
“Am I keeping you from your work?” He asked stupidly. He really should have asked why she was up. If she had bad dreams too? If she could leave?
“No, A.C., it’s fine. Don’t worry about that. I just wanted to make sure you are fine.” Skye sat up even straighter and her hands came down to his stomach, more for balance than any kind of inappropriateness. For a second, he wished she were getting inappropriate. He had gone a long time without anybody getting even remotely inappropriate with him. He sighed and his ears went pinkish. “Are you ok now? I heard what you were saying, and I know what you were dreaming about.”
Her words heavily echoed what she had said the actual time this happened to him, when it wasn’t a nightmare. ‘Let me die!”
He shook his head wordlessly and offered a weak smile he wasn’t sure she could see in this light. She leaned down and kissed his forehead and then engulfed him in a hug.
With that, he didn’t want her to leave at all.
“Can you stay?” He blurted out, feeling ridiculous.
She looked visibly startled, and her face went slightly pink. She sat up. “Let me turn off the lights and shut the door.” She pointed at the open door, letting the only light into the room. He nodded, and let her go. He flipped and turned to face the doorway, anticipating her return, half wanting her to leave and half wanting to bury themselves in the blankets and not emerge for a week or more.
She came back and closed the bedroom door and then hesitated by the side of the bed for a minute. He extended his arm out to her, inviting her in, making up his mind, and she did too, immediately falling into bed with him and snuggling into his side under the warm blankets.
“I’ll stay as long as you want me too, as long as you need me.” She promised.
He sighed contented and reached out to gather her closer to his side. Tomorrow seemed like a good day to take off.