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"I can't tell if you're purposely rejecting me or if you don't realize that you're what I want to get my hands on." 

"Maybe I can teach YOU something."

Teacher/Student sentence starters

"Oh? And what might that be?" 

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He bites back his tongue from saying anything. He planned on living up to his promise that he'd refuse to talk to anyone until he'd spoken to Skye. Which meant not even making a sound for anyone. Especially Connor. Instead he continued to watch the other man from his spot on his bed. Not even flinching at the comment of his attempted suicides. 

"What? Not even a thank you? I guess I shouldn’t be shocked that an agent of HYDRA isn’t big on manners and rules of etiquette. Try not to hurt yourself with the spoon." Connor took a seat, looking at the tablet that controlled Ward’s prison.

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Alrithomasezekielward:

"I go by Zeke these days, Grant.  And I have my ways.  After Christian and our parents died I knew you were around."

"Zeke, really? Alright, Zeke, should I be worried about the type of people you've found yourself around that you figured out where I was? It's... possible I could be tied to that fire." 

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"I guess I deserve having that forever hang  over my head. I wasn't trying to kill them. I was trying to protect them from Garrett. I was giving them their best chance to live. And don't say it like that. If you wanted me dead you would have shot me in the head. You wanted me to live. 

"You tried to kill my best friends - my family,  you’re lucky it was only four times.” 

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Having her against him in such a way did nothing but intensify his desires. It would have been so easy to subtract their pants from the situation and have his way with her. But that would also scare her. He had no way of knowing if she was a virgin or not and either way such a harsh and rash action would do nothing but make her terrified of him. Which was a good thing. But the wrong scared. He wanted her to be scared to upset him because she worried that meant she'd lose him. Not because he couldn't control his desires and fucked her in his office chair. 

Instead he kept his touch moving, gaze absolutely adoring as he brushed the curls away from her face and inched her impossibly close so she'd have to feel his breath against her. Hoping that she'd feel chills with it running down her skin and him looking at her like she was the most amazing thing in the world. She was his new project. A new toy that he wanted to see how far he could control. He'd love his toy. He'd take care of her. Ward would make sure to take his aggression out on his other toy. Porcelain isn't pretty when it's scared and Ward planned on keeping Jemma in once piece. Physically. She wasn't safe emotionally. He was going to break her down piece after piece and put her back together with delicate fingers. 

First he had to get her to trust him. For her to feed off of every word he spoke. Then he had to get rid of FitzSimmons. He could be the only support system in both of their lives. They needed to not trust each other anymore because without that trust then they have no one but Ward to go to when they feel their feelings are conflicting. And he'd be there every time. With his 'love'. Ward glances down at her lips, making the appearance of having the ultimate internal struggle. "I- I guess I don't know what to say now either. Now that it's out in the open." 

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His words completely threw Jemma off guard, the touch still distracting her to the point that her usually sharp mind was struggling to keep up with everything that was going on at once. Her position on him, that in theory should be giving her some leverage or power or at the very least some control, actually leaving her feeling ten times more exposed than she’d believed possible when still fully dressed. Curls falling around her face as she glanced from his hands to back at him.

It wasn’t something she’d expected, visibly struggling for words. The part about Fitz made sense in some odd way. Her best friend needed a confidence boost and maybe the teacher was capable of doing that far better than she’d been able to in her efforts, his hand seeming large on her cheek as all she could do was try to study him with large, startled hazel eyes. This was wrong, but a lot of things taught at SHIELD seemed wrong too- these days all her parents knew about her life were lies and more lies. It seemed none of the norm fitted here and maybe this was one of those occasions where she had to learn to shrug it off and adapt.

Reacting though was hard because in all truth Jemma had no idea how she felt about this. “I…” Speaking, something she’d learnt to do a great deal of years earlier and had apparently forgotten how to do. Ward was one of the more popular teachers at the Academy and her struggling self-confidence couldn’t put together him of all people expressing interest in her. “You… I don’t know what to say to that, Sir.” But at least it’d stopped her slight confused squirming.

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Ward knew he had to find a  perfect balance. If he moved too slow it would be easier for her to connect the pieces and to end things between them when it'd barely started because what he wanted was beyond the norm for a student-teacher relationship. However, if he moved too fast she would freeze up worse than she already was and to have her completely unresponsive defeated the purpose of the relationship. 

His thumb continued to brush against the skin between her shirt and her trousers. It was difficult to fight against the desire to simply lift her shirt up and over her head. It would be so easy. Just one smooth motion. And while she probably was still in took shock to fight against him he was a bit worried that would trigger her out of it in the worst way possible. Instead he continued to rub against the skin as his other hand reached up and gently cupped her cheek."Okay, I'm going to admit to it then. After all of these writing workshops and extra help I've developed a bit of a crush on you, Jemma." 

This had, surprisingly, been easier with Fitz. While the boy tended to trust in no one, he trusted his professors (even lowly history professors) much more then he did his peers minus Jemma. So if Ward had told the boy that what he was doing was actually to help the other, luckily he listened. Jemma was proving to be a different sort of challenge. "I was simply trying to help Fitz with his... social issues." 

Teacher Can You Teach Me? || Brokenbiochemist

Her mind and her instincts were fighting to the point that Jemma felt dizzy, fingers briefly tightening in their grip of his shoulders. Not quite certain what she should be doing- or even what she wanted to do. Had this been a normal school, a normal situation, the answer would have been simple. She would have been pulling away in horrified surprise at someone even implying what he was so easily suggesting, dark curls framing her pale face as wide hazel eyes showed the extent of the confusion going on beneath her surface. Had this been a normal school, she’d know how to act, but this was SHIELD and frankly that made it much harder to judge what was normal.

The mention of Fitz though, had her faltering. If Fitz had agreed, then surely it had to be normal? He was smart, the only person she’d met and liked who equalled her intelligence and he wasn’t the sort to trust easily. So if Ward was saying the truth, it meant that her friend had been won over by the charm that proved an agent really could portray themselves in any way they wanted if they had been trained well enough- something that couldn’t be doubted with the teacher.

Still, his touch made it impossible to focus on her thoughts as she jumped a little, forcing herself to actually say something. Anything. “Just- it’s just that I’m training to be a scientist not an agent. I wouldn’t want to waste your time.” It was as good an answer as any if only to try to buy herself more time to think over what she wanted to reply to the older man.

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"That people were right about me being a monster Ward."

"You know I'll never see you as a monster no matter what they say. Even if you did shoot me four times."

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"Thomas... how'd you find me?"

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"Grant."

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"You've got to be kidding me."

"I'm more of a hands on learner."

"Maybe I can teach YOU something."

Teacher/Student sentence starters

"Oh? And what might that be?" 

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084-connordean:

"Guess I drew the short straw." Connor hit a few buttons on the tablet, opening a small slit in the wall between them. He slid the tray of food in.

Ward says nothing. He simply stays seated on his bed and glances up at the other man. He'd get the food later after Connor leaves but for now he'd just sit on his bed. Watching. 

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"Your hits. They land and everything but they don't make any sort of impact" 

"Nobody can save me now." (thetideyouleftbehind)

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     ”Am I supposed to ask if you’re okay or something?”

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                    “point is, nothing else is new. this place is burned                       into my brain. can we get coffee or something?”

                    “ Just because everything looks the same doesn't                        mean we can just skip over protocols. We can go                         get coffee or something after. "

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For a moment, Fitz just glared. He had come to ask why, but none of those words were in his mouth any more.

     “A lot of things,” he answered darkly,       trying to buy himself a few seconds       to right his thoughts. The sight of Ward       still punched the wind from his lungs.

Ward was pathetic as he waited for Fitz to finally stop glaring at him and respond to him. While he didn't glare back at the other man he certainly worse on not amused face. He half expected for the other half of the team to come and jump him from behind.

        "I can't answer them if you don't ask.          no one can answer vague statements"

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"You want to help me?" She asks, voice quiet. "I’ve had enough of people helping me for one life time thanks. If you want to do something for me, you can start by making sure what happened to me doesn’t happen to anyone else.” 

"And what exactly do you mean by that, Skye?"

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"Just the human anatomy in general." 

"Maybe I can teach YOU something."

Teacher/Student sentence starters

"Oh? And what might that be?" 

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