Agents of SHIELD: Well-Trained (Patreon)

“When you’re on assignment, you have to compartmentalize. Totally subsume your real identity into the fake identity. Be present, move with the flow, be part of the world, but make reality your bedrock. Always come back to it,” Grant said, moving closer to Skye.

She smiled nervously, like that didn’t sound difficult at all. “Sounds like you want me to lose myself in my cover without losing myself.”

“It’s a question of degrees. Always allow yourself enough you to come back to.” He wrapped his arms around her. Locking Skye in a tight, warm embrace. She stiffened. He moved his lips to her ear. “See, there’s the real you. Uncomfortable with emotion. Afraid of intimacy. Imagine you were assigned to be Fitz’s wife…”

“In his dreams,” Skye said drolly.

“You never know what the mission might call for. If you can only play a leatherclad badass, that means you’re useless unless the mission—”

“Needs a leatherclad badass,” Skye sighed. “Okay, so you want me to be a doting housewife. How do I do that? Unless I can take time off to get married for five years.”

“Train yourself to turn a few hours of thought into years of habit. Don’t be Skye playing a part. Don’t act, don’t think what would a housewife do—” Grant paused. “I’m not making myself very clear, huh?”

“It’s clear I should’ve taken theater classes,” Skye told him.

“Okay, remember when I said be present? Focus on that. Pretend we’re husband and wife.”

Skye let out a little, unbelieving guffaw.

“I know it’s tough,” Grant deadpanned. “But put yourself in that persona. Invest in it. React as if it were nothing less than a hundred percent true.”

He took her in his strong arms and for long moments, he held her, not saying a word. His muscles tightened, squeezing her against his chest, and he let a hand trail up and down her spine.

Skye squirmed, feeling her cunt grow hot and wet as her thighs squeezed together, trying to replicate the pressure Grant was putting on her lithe body.

“How are you feeling?” Grant asked.

“I like it,” Skye said hesitantly. “You make it kinda easy to play the part. I just tell myself that you’d do anything… anything at all… to make me happy.”

“That’s good. That’s exactly what you should be feeling,” Grant told her, his voice hoarse.

“How do I know when it’s too real? When I’m feeling more than I should?” Skye choked, feeling uncomfortably excited.

She didn’t think Grant should be acting this way. She knew she shouldn’t be feeling like this.

“There’s no such thing. There’s only convincing the mark… or not.”

Grant leaned toward her. And almost before she realized what he was doing, Skye felt his lips against hers. She began to pull away, but a surge of lust was too overwhelming for her to fight. Instead, she responded eagerly to his kiss. She moaned, forcing her tongue into his. Then she felt Grant’s hands on her breasts, squeezing both of them. Skye moaned again.

Just when she was hoping that the kiss would continue, spiraling upward into so much more, Grant pulled away and stood up.

“Don’t be too eager,” he told her. “They’ll think we’re newlyweds.”

There was a hard bulge at his crotch. Skye couldn’t look away from it. Grant saw what she was staring at and chuckled lightly.

“What do you think, Skye? Could you keep the mission in mind, even when I’m fucking you with this? Could you take this cock, enjoy this cock, if that was what it took to accomplish your objective?”

Skye’s mouth fell open: “I can’t believe you’re asking me this.”

“Why? Your beauty is one of your biggest assets. Can you use it or is it just going to be a distraction?”

Before she could reply with so much as a single word, Grant left her to her thoughts, confused as they were.

She fell back on the couch, feeling awestruck by all that had happened to her. Closed her eyes, wondering if she would open them back in her bed, realizing that this was all a dream.

It shocked her that Grant had teased her so sensually, then left her high and dry. Did he want to fuck her or was it all just training, getting her comfortable with the things she would find most disconcerting in the field? And which did Skye even want to be true?

Didn’t he know that the more he made her wait for his prick, the more she wanted it? Or, for all his talk of human nature, did he really think that all they were doing was technical?

He could not be that repressed.

Or I hope he’s not, Skye thought. She dismissed the idea, knowing now what she hoped for. That whatever game he was playing, Grant would get on with it and give her horny little cunt the satiation it needed.