A/N: Hi everyone! This is a Fitz/Skye drabble series, because I feel like no one else ships them...and they should... Enjoy!
"Ugh." Skye couldn't help but grimace at her reflection in the mirror as she rolled out of bed. The messy hair and squinty eyes, coupled with bad morning breath, just didn't promise an attractive day. Rubbing her eyes, she walked over to her dresser, prepared to throw on the first non-smelly outfit she could find. Then she paused. "Wait." A smile broke out on her face. "Today's our vacation day!"
The sun glimmered off the smooth surface of the pond, sending iridescent flashes of light in all directions. "Peaceful, isn't it?"
Skye looked up to see Fitz grinning boyishly down at her. She was at a park somewhere, sitting on a bench, watching the wind create ripples in the glassy surface of the pond. It gave her a chance to think, a chance to relax and let her mind wander. "Yeah. It is."
Easily hopping over the back of the bench, Fitz settled down next to her. Though he addressed her, his eyes were focused on the pond. "I like these simple days. These days where we can forget about aliens and saving lives."
"I know what you mean. It's exhausting sometimes."
Fitz turned to her, a grin on his face. "Change of subject: have you ever skipped a stone?"
"...what?" Skye furrowed her brow at him in confusion.
"Skipped a stone. It's something that my dad taught me when I was little - everytime I see a pond, it reminds me of the time we spent together."
"That's cute. Will you show me?" Skye's interest was rewarded by the pleased look in Fitz's eyes as he jumped off the bench, then offered a hand to help her up.
"I would love to," he said sincerely, ducking his head slightly. "First, we have to find a small stone." He stooped down and picked one up from the edge of the pond, brushing the dirt off. "Look here - this one is perfect."
It's a stone, Skye thought. But outwardly, she peered at the stone, feigning interest. "Why is it perfect?"
"It's thin and flat," Fitz explained, gesturing to it with his free hand. "Now we just need to find a couple more like it."
"Okay…" After a couple minutes of searching, they had assembled a pile of small, flat stones.
"Great. Now, take a stone in your hand like this," he demonstrated, holding the stone in between his fingers, and throw it like this." His motion was similar to throwing a frisbee. Watching, Skye saw his stone skip across the pond three times before sinking with a plop.
"That's actually cool," Skye commented, unable to stop a smile at his obvious excitement over the success.
"Alright, your turn." He handed her a stone, his fingers briefly brushing her palm.
Tingles shot up her body and she quickly withdrew from the touch. "Okay. Like...this?" She asked as she released the stone, only to see it sink without skipping even once. "Hey! What did I do wrong?"
"You threw it wrong. You had no chance."
"Oh, really?" Hands on hips, Skye surveyed him. "I blame my teacher, then."
"Well, I'll just have to teach better, I suppose." He handed her another rock accompanied with a cheeky grin. However, this time he stood behind her and enclosed her hand in his.
"What are you doing?" Demanded Skye, distracted by the feeling of his breath against the back of her neck.
"Helping." Gently guiding her hand, Fitz demonstrated the motion a couple times. "And finish with a flicking motion."
"Okay, I got this." Fitz stepped backward, and Skye went through the motion he taught her, letting go off the stone. "It worked!" The stone skipped twice before vanishing into the pond.
"Of course it did. You have a great teacher."
Regarding him thoughtfully, Skye responded, "Maybe I do."
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