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When Skye and Jemma finally get together it’s after they leave the Bus and settle down in their respective jobs rebuilding SHIELD, Jemma as the head of the science part of the Academy and Skye running the Communications Department. Of course, Jemma shares an apartment with Fitz, while Skye decides to live alone for a while, but just a building away from them, thoroughly enjoying the fact that for the first time she has her own apartment and her own space. It’s then, when they don’t live a few meters away from each in a largely enclosed space, that they realize how much they miss and need one another. They start hanging out, just trying to catch up and fill that void that the absence of the other creates, and it’s completely different from what they had before. It’s stress free, fun and flirty, and before they realize it, their outings turn into dates, cuddling on the couch and falling asleep in the same bed. Only after Jemma gets asked on a date by a professor at the Academy and accepts, does Skye identify why thinking about Jemma kissing someone else makes her want to crawl under a blanket and never resurface.
It’s at that same first date that Jemma realizes how she only wants to get dressed up for Skye and how making fun of the fancy restaurant and stuck up waiters is only funny when she does it. And the only person she wants glancing down at her lips and leaning in for a kiss is Skye.
When Jemma shows up at Skye’s door after the date with a sad smile and whispers “I couldn’t kiss him”, a burrito shaped Skye drops the blanket from her shoulders, grabs Jemma’s waist and kisses her without hesitation because she’s too pretty, with her shiny hair down and pouty, pink lips trembling nervously.
They don’t have to talk about it because it’s clear from the first kiss what this is. A dam breaks and they’re almost impossible to be around with all the lovey-dovey eyes, nuzzling and hand holding, but, surprisingly enough, it takes them a while to sleep together. Not for lack of trying, though. They do take it slow in the beginning, but once they start trying to have sex, something always pops up.
The first time, they stumble into Jemma’s and Fitz’s apartment, Skye already slipping her jacket off and unbuttoning Jemma’s shirt only to jump away when Fitz squeaks in panic and they turn to see him in the middle of a make-out session with the pretty astrophysics professor. That kind of kills the mood for all of them, and they end up playing games and drinking on the floor of the living room.
The second time they give it a try, they’re in Skye’s apartment (which should mean no interruptions) and Skye has Jemma pinned to the wall, her legs around the hackers’ waist, their hips already setting a rhythm, breathing loud and lips impatient. And that’s when Skye’s stomach grumbles and decides to get pissed at her for mixing Indian and Mexican food with abnormal amounts of coffee in the last 24 hours. Needless to say, the only room that sees any action that night is Skye’s bathroom.
Third time wasn’t the charm either. The cuddling on Jemma’s bed that turned into making out and then a half-naked dry humping session was cut short when Jemma’s phone rang. The lab technician on the other line was panicking because one of the fridges containing God knows what kind of alien specimens and bacteria had stopped working and the temperature was slowly rising. After Jemma left her, Skye remained laying on the bed, horny and frustrated, staring up at the ceiling genuinely concerned the universe was conspiring against her.
This only meant that once they finally got to it (phones turned off, doors of Skye’s apartment bolted shut and no risky food in sight) Skye was all over Jemma. She had been imagining this, if she was honest, even before their first kiss, and having a naked Jemma writhing underneath her, all flushed and breathy, made her thank all the stars she wasn’t a dude cause she was going to lose it the second Jemma touches her. She doesn’t let up until she’s explored every inch, gotten used to the taste of Jemma’s skin, lips, breasts, and only relents when a pair of shaking hands push on her head and Jemma begs in a weak voice: “Stop, stop, please stop…. I can’t…. 3 times….already…”
Skye crawls back up her body, settling on top of her, feeling each breath her girlfriend takes, and she still wants more. Her hips, cradled between Jemma’s thighs, start moving involuntarily and God, all the things she wants to do to her, all the ways she wants to make her moan, whimper and scream.
In that half crazed state, with her lips lazily kissing up Jemma’s flushed neck, her blood pumping and thumping under Skye’s tongue, hips thrusting against hot and wet flesh, Skye can’t help but groan “You can’t imagine all the things I want to do to you”.
She freezes once the words are out there, thinking that was too much too soon, but Jemma moans in response and cups her cheek so Skye would look at her.
"Tell me." She breathes and Skye feels her eyes roll back into her head from the husky sound of her voice combined with dark, hungry eyes, and what those words are asking for. "Tell me what you want to do to me."
"Jemma-"
"Skye… please…"
She groans again and bucks her hips into Jemma, earning a whimper which encourages her to quietly say: “Strap on.”
Instead of a ‘yes’, Jemma pulls her in for a deep, dirty kiss, hands sliding to Skye’s ass and pulling her harder against her center.
Tomorrow morning, Jemma can’t even comprehend the idea of leaving Skye’s apartment because she’s so embarrassed at all the sounds they made- the bed squeaking and thumping against the wall, the groans and high pitched moans, and on top of that, she’s certain that the neighbors know how all those random screams and vulgar curses belong to her. Skye is more than happy to use that as an excuse to keep Jemma in the apartment, and in her bed, for the rest of the weekend.