Title: The Princess and the Punching Bag
Author: clarahow // agentroxylancelots // charleybradburies (will be posted after challenge)
Fandom: Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. / MCU / Marvel
Characters: Skye & Grant Ward
Pairing: SkyeWard
Length: 300w
Rating: T
Summary: Skye is supposed to be training.
Content Notes: Spoilers if you haven't seen any of the show, I guess, a momentary mention of arousal, and the appearance of that sexist five-letter curse.
Author Notes: Written for Challenge #119: Punch.

Whining should not be attractive. That’s an established fact.

Whining, grumbling, mocking, threatening - none of that should be attractive, and it certainly shouldn’t be making him hard.

In his defense, it usually didn’t, but something about it being Skye who was doing the bitching made it different, apparently.

“Oh my god, this thing weighs as much as I do,” she grunts, returning to her intentionally weak punches at the bag.

“You’re stronger than you think,” Ward pushes back. And if she took a look at her arms she’d know I’m right.

“You sound like a freaking life coach.”

“Right now, I am your freaking life coach.”

“That’s totally not unnerving at all.”

“Bitch,” he mutters under his breath, even though he’s smiling. God, how he hated girls who could force him to smile.

“What was that, Coach?” Skye jumps in jest, tongue poking out between her teeth like she knows she’s already won this round.

And, well, she probably has.

“Shut up and punch the damn bag, Skye,” he groans, and she smirks.

“That’s what I thought,” she grins, meeting his eyes with teasing glances as she give mores power to her movements. "...Coach."

He winces, and she giggles.

"Don't call me coach."

"You're the one who said you were my coach. Serves you right."

"You're the one who thought of the comparison."

"And you agreed," she says, putting her hands down to her side.

"Are you always this oppositional to authority figures, Skye?"

"You've read my file, haven't you?" she asks with feigned sweetness. "I think you know the answer to that."

"I think you know why I asked."

"You really don't play well with others, do you?"

"We aren't playing. You should be training."

"And to think, for a minute there, I thought you were flirting with me."