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The only people Jemma can even stand to be around are Skye, Coulson and Hunter. And even Skye is pushing it sometimes. In her secluded room, she's trying to find a serum that will ease the feelings she is getting when one of them are in her close proximity, to no luck.
Coulson is calm as ever, so it's easy when he is in the room with her. The only overpowering feeling she ever gets from him is concern, which she can handle. He's already made it clear that if he was anything else, he wouldn't even come near the door, which is fair.
Ever since Bobbi's recovery, she's back on missions and the once sad Hunter is now back to his usual 'couldn't give a shit about anyone' attitude and it's surprisingly comforting.
But Skye. Oh, Skye. When she is in the room and she is just full of love, Jemma can deal. She obviously feels the same way so it doesn't affect her much really, but when Skye has just come back from a mission or training and she's all sweaty and flushed and... riled up, well, it can get distracting. Now is one of those times. "Skye, I'm working." She breathes, her hands clutching the table in front of her as Skye's hands find their way under her top.
"Jemma, I can see that." She's mocks as she's taken to placing kisses along the smooth neck and up to Jemma's ear. "But you're always working and I still don't see the need to find a serum for this."
She twists is Skye's arms, her hands automatically finding their place behind her neck as Skye's rest on her hips. "We've been through this."
"I know. And I'm not even going to pretend I could possible know what it's like to feel everybody else's emotions all the time, but I do know what it's like to have a power you can't yet control and you should be embracing this rather than trying to stop it." She sighs, leaning her head forward to rest their foreheads together. "Jemma, this power that you have is amazing and it's just so fitting that you're the one with it. You've always put others needs before your own and you could do some great good with this." She sighs, taking a beat. "You know, I read somewhere that an empath can also have the power to manipulate feelings, like, if somebody is really angry you could help them calm down."
"I think I need to learn how to handle other peoples emotions before I start changing them." Jemma laughs slightly.
"Well first you need to leave this small, stuffy room for that."
"I can't- I can't handle them yet. Fitz's self-pity, Bobbi terrified before going on a mission but not knowing what else she's good at. I don't even need powers to know Mack is constantly judging me. May- god May's pain and hate that is constantly surrounding her. I'm sure they are just as uncomfortable being around me too."
"They'll have to get used to it at some point, Jem. They haven't really got a choice. Besides, they may be a bit weird around you for a while, but they all love you and they wouldn't change you, you know that right?"
"Except for Mack."
Skye bursts out laughing, "yeah, except for Mack." She moves her arms to lock around Jemma's waist, pulling her body tightly against her own. "So how about we get out of here for now and grab some lunch? Don't think I don't know about Hunter sneaking chocolate bars down here for breakfast."
Jemma thinks it would be a good idea to eat some real food, but she won't deny the breath that escaped her when Skye pulled her closer and now it seems that her brain doesn't mind that particular distraction. "We could, but I do still need to work on controlling these emotions I'm feeling." Her nails scrape up Skye's- still slightly sweaty- neck and back down below her ears.
Skye smiles and bumps noses with her, "well I am a very willing test subject." Jemma hums approvingly before she moves forward to close the gap. A throat clearing brings them apart before their lips get to touch and she groans, the top of her head against Jemma's lips, "why me?"
Jemma pecks the area with a giggle and looks over to the door, unwrapping herself from her girlfriend, "yes, Lance?"
"I'm really sorry," he is, "but Coulson needs to see you about something important, Jemma."
"Oh. Has he found something-"
"It's not doctor you that he needs, love. He's in the interrogation room."
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"That's a lie."
"Come on, Mr Miller, we literally have a human lie detector here. Why don't you just make this easier on yourself?" Coulson crosses his arms over the table, looking at the shaggy-haired Englishman with a smirk. "Now I'll ask again, where is the weapon?" He stays silent. "Okay. We know you're working with Liam Shaw, where is he?" Nothing. Coulson sighs, standing up. "I'm going to pop out for a moment, grab a sandwich. You'll be fine here with Jemma, right?"
"Sir?" He just nods at her, encouraging, before he exits and she sits in the spot he abandons. She looks over at him and offers a gentle smile. "You don't need to be nervous around me. Interrogation is not my area of expertise."
He's surprised about the look on her face, assessing her with wonder. "You do realise I'm not buying this human lie detector crap."
"Well human lie detector isn't entirely true. I'm an empath, which means I can read emotions, so I can tell when you're lying." She laughs at herself. "I guess human lie detector can be true actually." She keeps eye contact with him. "You will tell us the truth eventually. I've seen Director Coulson and Agent May interrogate a person for days, taking it in turns so you'd get no sleep, minimal food and you can throw hygiene out of the window, and they'd be more than happy to go longer if needed." He shrugs, but she feels something more. Something deeper. Like he wants to tell them, but he can't. "You don't have to be afraid. I'm sure the Director could sort something out if you willingly cooperate."
"There are many things that I am, Miss Simmons, afraid is not one of them." He scoffs.
"Doctor."
"Excuse me?"
"It's Doctor Simmons. But that's okay, I'm sure that mistake will not be made again." She smiles once more before she taps on her chin in thought. "How about this? If you aren't willing to tell us, then I'll just guess, I'll know either way if you're not telling the truth."
"I won't answer your silly questions."
"You don't have to. So, you were born in England?" Yes. "Obviously. I'm from Sheffield myself, but judging by your accent, I'm going to say you're from the Cambridge area?" Yes. "And your real name is Stephen?" Yes. "You've been working for Liam Shaw for approximately five years?" Yes. No. "Huh. Interesting. Mr Shaw is the only person you've been working for, for the past five years?" No. There's something off. Jemma can't quite place it, but she's always been good at solving puzzles. "You are loyal to him." No. It clicks. "You're working undercover!" Yes. "Who are you really working for?"
He sighs, defeated. "MI6." He's telling the truth, but she still wants to know.
"Skye?" She asks, waiting for the response over the intercom.
"You're amazing." She hears the breathy reply.
"Skye."
"Right, sorry. I've broken into their system. There's nothing, it's like his entire identity was deleted."
"How did she get through that fast?"
Jemma smiles once more, "she's amazing."
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The debrief is eerie. Everybody in the room trying to hide their emotions, not that it works, if anything it just makes them more prominent to Jemma, but she appreciates them trying, even if it's mostly for their own benefit.
"So then I had to go completely dark. I mean, it's one thing being tortured to prove your loyalty, but it's another to be captured by your own men and tortured, especially when they don't even realise you're one of them and there's nothing you can do but take it. The only people that knew about me where, well, obviously me, and the General. There is one hard copy of my identity locked away somewhere only he knows. I couldn't blow my cover for anyone. Even S.H.I.E.L.D."
"I'm sorry you had to go through that."
"That wasn't the worst of it, but I'll save you the curse of those images." Jemma's head starts to ache, an agony she hasn't felt pulsing through what felt like every nerve in her brain, causing her vision to go blurry and lightly fall against Skye's side. "But anyway, the weapon is hidden in the south of Israel, the only issue is that it is surrounded by bombs ready to go off if anybody but Liam enters the area, it has enough power to wipe out the whole city. I already have enough blood on my hands."
Tears are streaming down her face and she clutches onto her girlfriend tighter, gripping the lapels of her leather jacket, making them crease. "Erm, Coulson?"
The man looks over to them, registers the pain his scientist is in and back over to the new agent whose knuckles are white gripping the table and jaw is clenched before his focus is back on Skye and he nods, "get her out of here."
"Thank you, sir."
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"Everything is red."
"Jem, I need you to focus on me babe."
"I'm trying but- but there's so much pain and anger. Whatever they made him do, Skye, it's evil and it hurts." Skye panics, "you panicking isn't helping."
"I know, I know, god I'm sorry but- ha! Wait just a second, Jem, I'll be back in a minute. Just lay down on your front and take deep breaths for me okay?" Jemma nods weakly, hears Skye leave the room and a minute later she's back, the room suddenly pitch black and she can hear her on her laptop, seconds later a steady stream of what sounds like heavy rain filling the room. "Alright, bear with me."
She feels Skye sit next to her, hands placed over the back and sides of her head before she feels soft vibrations steadily beating through her temples, easing away her headache. Once her head starts to become heavier against the pillow, the vibrations expand around to the back of her skull and Skye continues a bit more each time she relaxes until her whole brain feels like it isn't pushing against her cranium anymore and she sighs in content, but her vision is still clouded.
Jemma leans up a little, turning to grab one of Skye's hands. "Better?" She whispers, stroking hair away from Jemma's eyes with the other.
"A bit, can you-" She doesn't finish her sentence, instead pulls Skye towards her, taking off the hacker's top before taking off her own and brings Skye to lay on her back next to her, placing her ear over her heart to hear it's rhythm. "Keep going."
So she does, one hand placed atop Jemma's head, constant, soothing pulses and the other making it's way down her shoulders, her back and up again until Jemma is like butter against her. It's not her fault really, that with this calming atmosphere and her skin against her girlfriend's that she kind of forgets why they are in this position in the first place and she remembers how wound up she was this afternoon after training, that her thoughts wonder and she mistakenly sends a jolt straight below Jemma's jeans. It isn't until she hears a soft moan and mumbled 'Skye' that she notices Jemma's hips shifting subtly against her and she freezes. "Shit, sorry. Inappropriate timing much."
"No, no. Keep going." Jemma repeats, this time for different reasons.
"Are you sure?" She's answered with the softest lips she's ever known pressing against hers, slow and deliberate, delicate in a way she's never experienced, like what teenagers imagine their first time should be like.
Skye rolls them over, her body fully on top of Jemma's, warmth radiating between them and she asks for permission with her tongue that is quickly granted. She's putting her weight on one arm while the hand on her other glides along Jemma's skin, soft gasps against her mouth when her fingertips stroke across defined ribs, grazing lightly under the bra.
She moves it around her back, unclasping said bra and Jemma arches so she can slide it of, Jemma's hands running over her back until she does the same and they both shiver when their breasts touch, their kiss turning more desperate until they need air, Skye's kisses moving down her jaw and to her neck, light nibbles around the area and she makes her way further down, soft bites along supple skin before taking a nipple between her teeth, earning a gasp and nails digging into her back.
Her fingers take the other, circles slowly until she's decided she's spent enough time there and swaps over. Jemma's faint pants increase and her nails dig a little deeper, causing Skye to move down lower still, trailing her lips down the perfect line of Jemma's stomach and she feels the cool metal of Jemma's jeans button come into contact with her chin. She undoes both that and the zip, pulling the denim and underwear over long legs, removing her own shortly after.
Skye takes a moment to appreciate the sight in front of her, a silhouette in the darkness but she's already memorised every detail of Jemma's body. She tries not to rush back to Jemma's lips too fast, the slight bumping of teeth tells her she did anyway, but it's quickly rectified when Jemma's hand is on the back of her neck, keeping her steady as a slow rocking motion builds between them.
Jemma's emotions are in overdrive, having not only her own desires running through her, but Skye's too; the love, the excitement, the passion. She can't hold back the moan that escapes her when Skye's hand pushes down on her hip for a bit more force and she has to pull back and let her neck arch against the pillow with the extra pressure. Skye uses that advantage to kiss down her throat the same time her fingers find her clit and she arches again, the leg that is trapped between Skye's thighs shifting up and she feels Skye groan against her larynx.
The fingers that were circling Jemma's nerves move down to her opening, teasingly at first before she grabs Skye's ass to pull her more into herself, practically forcing the fingers inside. "Fuck."
"Oh god." Jemma's voice catches at the same time as Skye's exclamation. Her leg tenses and she feels Skye's wetness along the top of her thigh increase, her head tilting to the side, Skye's nose nuzzling the hollow of her exposed neck, a stream of breaths hitting the damp area. Her nails scrape up Skye's back, she's pretty sure they'll leave a mark, causing Skye to move a bit faster.
Skye's head moves up, the panting directly hitting her ear now and Skye takes the lobe in, teeth pinching it and angling her thumb to rub Jemma's clit, pushing vibrations through her, moving her hips more aggressively against Jemma and she's getting so close, Jemma knows even without her powers, but it accelerates her own need for release.
"Harder." She whispers into Skye's ear in the wispy voice she knows drives her crazy and fuck, if that isn't one of the hottest things Skye's heard. The exception to it being the hottest when Jemma breathes 'fuck me' in the same tone. She uses her hips as extra leverage, hitting Jemma deeper, curling her fingers at the right time on each thrust.
Jemma knew it wouldn't take much, but somehow it still hits her unexpectedly when she feels herself stiffen, grip tightening on Skye's back to the point of pain, the pain doubles when Skye's jaw locks on her neck as she she comes and juts against her thigh. Luckily the pain is overtaken by the two lots of pleasure and her eyes are clouded over in a different sense to the point where she couldn't possibly take anymore, that is until Skye's hand clumsily twitches against her a few times and she's sent over again, a lot less intense thankfully.
Skye's brings her down, her nose giving an Eskimo kiss before a real one is given and she eases out with one more playful flick to the highly sensitive nerves her thumb is connected to. Jemma gives her a smile and lets out a small giggle. "That was different."
Skye can't help but laugh lightly too, pushing messy hair from Jemma's face. "Yeah. I didn't hurt you too much did I?" She nods at Jemma's neck, teeth mark showing but relaxes into a smile when Jemma shakes her head in the negative. She looks over at the clock, "it's nearly time for dinner. Since we skipped lunch and you can't live on candy, how about we head up and see what May's cooking?"
"I don't think I can be in the same room as that man again if he hasn't calmed down." She responds regrettably.
"Well if he is, we'll grab a plate and head straight back here okay?"
Jemma leans up for a slow kiss in a way of thanks, not really wanting to get dressed, or leave the bed, or not have Skye naked on top of her, but her stomach growling tells her she'd better. "Yes. That sounds reasonable."