Skye heard the door to Jemma's apartment slam closed, causing her to frown at Jemma as she re-entered the room. "Everything ok?" Skye asked.
"I just had to deal with Ben, the guy just doesn't take no for an answer. He demanded I let him in," Jemma sighed, rolling her eyes as she fell down onto her sofa, resting her elbow on the back and probing her head up on her fist.
Skye's frown deepened and her eyes hardened at those words. "What do you mean? He didn't hurt you, did he?"
"No. No no. He just wanted to hang out tonight but I just need a break, you know?"
Skye opened her mouth to answer but stopped when her phone buzzed against her legs. She glanced down at the screen before pinning Jemma with a glare. "It's Amanda." Skye pointed at Jemma as she stood up. "If you've jinxed me talking about clingy lovers."
"Amanda is your girlfriend, Skye."
Skye let out a disgruntled noise as she left the room.
Jemma rolled her eyes at her friend, picking up her glass of wine and folding her keys up under her as she levelled her eyes on the TV.
Skye entered the room a few minutes later. "Women are needy," She sighed as she fell down on the sofa beside Jemma, leaning down to pick up her beer from the floor before settling comfortably against her friends side. "Like, what part of 'I need me time' doesn't she understand?"
"Maybe it's 'cause you are spending your 'me time' with someone else." Jemma offered, her eyes not leaving the movie that was playing. "What did she say?"
"Oh, she dumped me." Skye said nonchalantly and Jemma whipped her head around to look at her.
"I'm sorry."
"I'm not. The girl was mad clingy. What is it with some women and wanting to spend every living moment together?"
"If it makes you feel any better men are that same."
"Why would that make me feel better?"
"I don't know. Maybe it's nice knowing that both genders are equally clingy."
"It's really doesn't." Skye shook her head.
"What is it you want? A string of girls, a different one every other night?"
"Nah," Skye took a swig of her beer and shook her head. "I just want what we have but with sex, you know? The movies and the videos games."
"There's a phrase for that. Friends with benefits."
"Yeah!" Skye agreed, nodding as she pointed over at Jemma. "Yeah, exactly. A friends with benefits kind of thing. No relationshipy obligations, just fun."
"Yeah. I don't wanna feel guilty for not spending time with someone. And I definitely don't wanna go down on a guy because I feel like it's what a girlfriend is supposed to do." Jemma sighed, letting her head fall to the side to look over at Skye. "Have you ever done that. It's fucking gross and I guarantee you that you are most definitely not getting off that night because the guy lasts five minutes."
"See, that's one thing I can't complain about. Sex with women is great, and I sure as hell don't have a problem going down on one."
"We should do it." Jemma said nonchalantly, taking a drink of her wine.
"Do what?" Skye asked, her eyes remaining on the TV as she drank her beer.
"Sleep together." Skye almost choked on the liquid she was midway through swallowing when Jemma said those works, sputtering and coughing as she sat up, Jemma lightly pounding on her back. "You said it yourself. A relationship like ours but with sex."
"Yeah but- I mean, I didn't mean it literally."
"Why? What is wrong with me?" Jemma frowned, reminding Skye all to much of a wounded puppy.
"Well, for one you aren't gay."
"Yeah, but I'm not going to fall in love with you, Skye. It's just about sex."
"Oh, so you are just using me for my mad skills in bed?" Skye arched her eyebrows, grinning over at Jemma.
"Of course not. I still wanna hang out and stuff."
"You're serious, aren't you?"
"Yeah." Jemma nodded, and Skye was completely thrown by how calm Jemma was while talking about this. "Of course, there will need to be some ground rules."
"Like?"
"Ok, give me a second," Jemma bounced off the sofa, leaving a confused Skye in her wake.
"Where the hell are you going?" Skye called but Jemma ignored her and skipped off into her room. Skye frowned to herself, finishing the last of her beer, raising her eyebrows when Jemma bounced back onto the sofa with a notepad and pen. "You have got to be kidding me."
"Ok," Jemma announced, poking the pen into the paper after writing something down.
Skye peered over to see she had written 'sex rules'. "Really, Jem?"
"Do you want to do this or not, Skye?"
"I don't remember ever saying I did."
Jemma looked up from the paper, raising her eyebrows at Skye. "Well, do you?"
Did she? It was only sex after all, this was exactly what she wanted. No strings attached kind of set up. And Jemma was hardly the worst looking person she knew, far from it, actually, but she valued the woman's friendship and didn't want to ruin it for a couple of good nights.
"Things won't get weird?"
"That's what the rules are for." Jemma said, tapping the paper with the end of the pen.
"Ok. Ok, sure." Skye agreed, somewhat reluctantly, trying to sound as calm and uncareing as Jemma did, sitting up a little straighter and folding her legs under her. "We will lay down some rules but if I'm still unsure about this after that then…"
"Yeah, of course, just the rules. There's no pressure, Skye." Jemma assured, smiling calmly at Skye, pretty much erasing what little doubt Skye had about this then and there. This was Jemma, her straight friend, of course she wouldn't get clingy and let things get weird.
"The first and main rule; this," Skye started, pointing between the both of them. "Our friendship is what comes first."
"Of course," Jemma nodded, quickly scribbling down '1) Friendship comes first'. "And number two should be no getting to clingy. But that doesn't mean we can't just call each other up for a, what would you call it?"
"A booty call."
"Yes. Yeah, you can call up whenever for a, uh, booty call. But you can't get mad if the other person is busy."
"Yeah, ok."
"And, of course, it is no strings attached so dating other people is allowed." Jemma said as she quickly wrote down the rules.
"Either one of us can call it off at any time, no questions asked."
"You can't brag about it to your friends." Jemma said pointedly, raising her eyebrows at Skye.
"I wouldn't. Not that you aren't something to brag about, of course you are, but I just- I wouldn't." Skye shrugged.
"Ok, I believe you." Jemma nodded, lightly nudging Skye shoulder with her own, like they were just chilling out talking about what happened in last nights episode of The Bachelor and not laying down rules for them to sleep together. "And is this staying between us?"
"Well, I think we should be able to tell Bobbi and Fitz, them being our best friends and all."
"Well that's a given." Jemma agreed, tapping her lip with the pen.
"You have to tell me if you ever feel uncomfortable and we can stop, maybe play mario." Skye said, drawing Jemma's attention to her. "I know you've never done this before, with woman, but I can teach you if you aren't sure. And if you are even a tiny bit uncomfortable just bat me on the head and tell me to stop, I wont be mad."
"I'm not going to bat you on the head, Skye." Jemma rolled her eyes, gently hitting Skye on the forehead with the pen, making Skye scrunch her eyes closed and grin. "And you probably will have to teach me the basics but I'm a fast learner."
Skye blinked at the sultry tone of Jemma's voice, Jemma was a lot of things to her but sexy hadn't been one of them, until now.
"Well, practice makes perfect," Skye replied coyly, grinning charmingly at Jemma and Jemma hummed, nodded her head slightly.
"I get it now."
"Get what?"
"How you managed to pull a constant stream of girls."
Skye looked a little offended at Jemma's words. "What, didn't you get it before?"
"Well, obviously you're beautiful and a real sweetheart but you pull girls in a matter of hours, they don't know you're a sweetheart, but you doing that, I get it."
"I don't know if that is a compliment or not."
"It is, I'm calling you charming."
Skye smiled at that, "Well, thanks."
"Where are we with cuddling?" Jemma asked, rolling her eyes at Skye.
"I don't see why not, we cuddle now."
"But this is different."
"True. I think no cuddling after, we either get up and out of bed or we stay in bed but just don't cuddle. But we can still cuddle like we do when we watch TV or whatever."
"Sounds fair." Jemma agreed, quickly writing that down before handing Skye the notepad.
'SEX RULES
1)Friendship comes first
2) Don't be clingy (booty calls are ok)
3) No strings attached, dating is ok
4) Anyone can call it off whenever they want, no questions asked.
5) It is no one else's business, just ours (and Bobbi and Fitz)
6) No post-sex cuddling
7) Most importantly, have fun'
Skye laughed at the last rule, handing the pad back to Jemma. "God, you are such a dork."
"If this makes you uncomfortable we can just forget you suggested it and finish watching the movie."
"I didn't suggest it." Skye argued and Jemma grinned, telling Skye that that is exactly the reaction she was expecting. "And I want to, I do, I just don't want to ruin out friendship."
"That why you set rules."
"Why do you want this to happen so badly?"
"You said about never having any complaints with sleeping with girls," Jemma shrugged. "I've maybe had three orgasms in my life, two of which a gave myself."
"Seriously?" Skye look completely bewildered by that information. "Fuck, I've had more than that in one night."
"Really?"
"Yeah," Skye chuckled, "I was exhausted for the two days afterwards but yeah. Orgasms aren't as allusive as guys want you to think. Hell, I could probably give you three within the next couple of hours."
"Prove it,"
Skye studied Jemma, the corner of her lip hooked up into a little smile. Why was she fighting this? They had rules and she sure as hell wanted it just as much as Jemma did.
"If you loose the use of your legs for a while after you can't blame me."
"If I loose the use of my legs after I will order your favorite pizza once I gain use of them again." Jemma shot back, lightly holding onto the collar of Skye's flannel shirt as she stood up.
Skye watched Jemma stand, getting to her feet herself when she felt a light tug on her collar.
"Bedroom?"
"Yeah," Skye agreed, her throat feeling unnaturally dry as Jemma lead them into her bedroom.
"I never thought you would be so quiet." Jemma said teasingly once they reached her bedroom, closing the door and turning to look at Skye.
"I'm not I'm just a little thrown. You are a lot of thing, Simmons, but I didn't think sexy was one of them, you are too innocent to be sexy. At least that's what I used to think." Skye explained, reaching out to grab onto Jemma's tie and gentle tugged her in closer, her hands landing on the girls hips before sliding around to grip onto her ass. "God, your beautiful."
"Is that something you should be allowed to say?" Jemma whispered.
"It wasn't one of your rules." Skye shot back cheekily. "Besides, I need you to trust me."
"I do trust you." Jemma swore, her hands slinging around the back of Skye's neck.
"No, you trust friend me this is different. You aren't going to let yourself go fully if you don't trust me." Skye leant down, gently kissing Jemma's top lip before whispered. "But that's what foreplay is for."
Jemma let out a little squeal of surprise when Skye's hands slid down to just behind her knees and picked her up.
"You're strong." Jemma squeaked, her hands clutching onto the back of Skye's neck, he fingernails digging into the skin there.
"You sound surprised." Skye smirked, tilting her head back a little to kiss Jemma and walking forward to press Jemma's back again the door.
Jemma let her jaw slacken, her tongue meeting Skye's as they kissed slowly and her legs wrapping around Skye's waist.
Skye grinned a little when Jemma moaned against her mouth, pulling away and dragging her lips across Jemma's jaw, down to the Brits neck. "What are the rules on hickeys?" Skye asked, testing the waters with a little nibble to the skin just under Jemma's ear.
"Uh," Jemma groaned, her head falling back and a little to the left which gave Skye a definitive answer. "Yeah. I can use make up."
Skye hummed against Jemma's neck, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to Jemma's neck before biting down a little hard than the last time, testing just how far she could push Jemma, and was somewhat surprised by the moan that left the British woman's lips.
"How thin are your walls? I have a feeling you aren't exactly quiet."
"I don't care," Jemma murmured, a gravelly tone to her voice that sent a little jolt down Skye's spine, as she pulled Skye's face up and kissed her, much more eagerly than before. "I hate my neighbours anyway."
Skye laughed softly against Jemma's lips, walking them over to the bed and carefully laying Jemma down, crawling up the woman's body, her fingers going to work on Jemma's shirt, loosening her tie but didn't take it off before sliding the shirt off Jemma's shoulders.
Jemma's own hands landed on the bottom of Skye's shirt and tugged it upwards, knowing enough of the top buttons were undone for the shirt to just come right off.
Skye worked on getting all of Jemma's clothes off, sliding her own jeans off when the woman under her was completely void of clothes.
Skye froze up a little, staring down at a flushed, and entirely naked, save for the lone tie wrapped around her neck, Jemma.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, I'm just a little scared." Skye admitted, her fingers gentle ghosting up Jemma's sides
"Hey," Jemma coaxed Skye to look her in the eye, her hand sliding round to the back of the woman's neck. "We can stop, just say the word."
"I don't want to." Skye assured, leaning down to gently kiss Jemma. "Tonight is about you, ok? We can do the teaching thing later."
"But what about you?"
"You've only really gotten off three times in your life, don't worry about me."
"That doesn't seem fair." Jemma frowned, her head falling back against the pillow and a little choked moan left Jemma's lips when Skye ground her hips down against hers.
"Don't argue with me." Skye muttered against Jemma's ear, taking her ear lope in between her teeth and nibbling lightly.
Jemma nodded jerkily at Skye's demand, her hands finding their way into Skye's hair as Skye's mouth moved down her neck, stopping briefly over Jemma's collarbone to bite and suck on it before continuing downwards, down the valley between Jemma's breasts.
Skye's left hand moved to cup and kneed Jemma's left breast while her mouth moved to the right one, her teeth nipping at the skin just under Jemma's nipple before she took the hard bud into her mouth.
Jemma's hands tightened in Skye's hair and an embarrassingly loud moan left her lips as her back arched up against Skye.
"It's a good job you don't like your neighbours because I'm almost positive they won't like you after I'm done with you." Skye teased, her hand skimming down Jemma's stomach, her fingers barely even touching the woman's skin but still managed to draw a shiver from Jemma.
Skye felt Jemma's nails dig harshly into her scalp when her finger when she slowly pressed her finger against Jemma's clit.
One of Jemma's hands moved to claw at Skye's back when Skye brought her lips back up to Jemma's, kissing Jemma who was already panting slightly. "Are you sure?"
"Skye," Jemma whined as Skye's fingers stalled on her clit.
"Tell me you're sure."
"I am, Skye, I'm sure." Jemma swore and Skye nodded, pressing a lingering kiss to Jemma's lips before pulling back to look to woman square in the eyes and moving her fingers a little further down, sliding through the woman's wet folds.
Skye relished in the way Jemma's eyes fluttered closed and her mouth made a definitive 'O' shape while her head fell backwards and her hips left the bed.
Skye kissed Jemma's throat, her lips faltering when she heard a word she honestly didn't think Jemma would say during sex.
"Harder,"
Licking her way back up to Jemma's ear Skye whispered, "Tell me what you want?"
"Harder. Please, just… Harder." Jemma breathed, her nails digging harder into Skye back and, God, this would never be how Skye would picture Jemma in bed.
Skye dragged her teeth down the hollow of Jemma's neck before moving back to the girls ear, nibbling lightly on it. "Tell me if I hurting you, understand?"
Jemma nodded and before she could even blink Skye had undone the knot of the tie that was still hanging loosely around her neck and had flipped Jemma onto her front.
"What are you…"
"See, the thing I always find astonishing is that," Skye whispered hotly against Jemma's ear, straddling Jemma's thighs, causing the Brit to shiver at the hot wetness she felt against her skin. Jemma was so focused on the feeling of Skye against her that she didn't even care much about the tie being wrapped around her wrists and tied to the headboard above her head until she came to realise that she couldn't move her arms. "It is always the quiet ones you need to watch out for. The timid ones are the ones who seem to like to be fucked harder, who like to play a little rough." Skye front was now pressed fully against Jemma's back, her hand slithering in between Jemma and the mattress while the other hand gripped onto the woman's hair, pulling her head back and a little to the side to give Skye better access to her neck. "And the girls who seem to be more bold, who seem to have a little fight in'em, well, you would be surprised just how submissive those kind of girls are."
"What-" Jemma started but it trailed off into a breathy groan when Skye bumped her finger against her clit, apparently finding Jemma's neck something akin to a chew toy. "What kind of girl are you?"
"Me? I'm the kind of girl who fucks you whatever which way you want. All you gotta do is ask." Skye pulled Jemma's head back to look the woman in the eye, more so to see if she was actually doing ok, her fingers rubbing excruciatingly slow circles around her clit. "Tell me, how often is it you get what you want from a guy?"
Jemma had managed to brace herself up on her elbows, her head tilted back to look at Skye was hooded eyes. "Never."
"And what do you want?"
Jemma's legs twitches and her hips bucked forward slightly, whether it was because Skye had dragged her short nail across her clit or because of the tone of Skye's voice, neither of them were really sure.
"I just- I wanna feel good." Jemma breathed, a loud, potentially embarrassing, moan leaving her throat as Skye's fingers wandered lower, tracing the girls entrance and her palm bumping against her clit.
"How do you propose I make you feel good?"
"Just- I don't know."
"How about this;" Skye groaned against Jemma's cheek when Jemma moaned out her name, bucking her hips against Skye's fingers that had slowly, teasingly, entered her. "I fuck you stupidly slowly, until you are withering and groaning for me just to do something, to go faster, harder. Then I will take you within seconds of an orgasm then…" Skye trailed off and Jemma whined, her hands gripping onto the headboard.
"Skye, please."
Skye smirked, kissing Jemma's lips before taking the bottom one in between her teeth and tugging on it.
"Then," she whispered, feeling her own stomach begin to knock at the whinny, needy moans Jemma was emitting. "You are going to let go of all of that pent up frustration, you're just going to let yourself go and feel it."
Jemma nodded jerkily, her hands straining against the tie to try and reach Skye's hair or scratch at her back just, anything. "Harder, Skye. Please."
"Well, that didn't take long at all." Skye grinned, her thumb pressing roughly down on Jemma's clit as she pushed her fingers a little deeper into the woman and curled them. She repeated this movement several times, biting down roughly on Jemma's skin and unable to stop herself from grinding down against Jemma's ass, meeting Jemma as she ground down on Skye's hand.
Then with a breathy moan of Skye's name Jemma's head fell forward against the mattress and her entire body went completely ridged before she went limp again.
Skye ran her nose up the skin on the back of Jemma's neck, placing a kiss at the base of the girls hairline. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"
Jemma shook her head, unable to really do anything but that, and Skye moved to lie next to her, untying the tie and worrying her lip at the sight of the red marks on Jemma's skin.
"I think I owe you pizza." Jemma breathed.
Skye chucked, her fingers gently rubbing Jemma's wrists. "Yeah you do."
Jemma sighed, turning her head and keeping her eyes closed.
"You are full of surprises, aren't you?" Skye teased, running her fingertips along Jemma's neck that was now sporting bruises and bite marks.
"Is it bad?"
"Mmhm." Skye hummed, her eyes moving from Jemma's neck to the woman's face. "You ok?"
"Yeah," Jemma opened one eye to look at Skye, smiling lightly at Skye. "I'm just still trying to get my baring again. It has never felt like that before."
"That's because you've never gotten what you want." Skye shrugged, moving a strand of hair out of Jemma's face. "Sure, you've gotten off before but not the way you wanted." Skye explained, grinning over at Jemma. "Which, wow, little Jemma Simmons likes it rough."
"Nothing about you surprised me."
"Well, for what it's worth, I've never tied a lady up before. That was new to me."
"Are you usually in control?" Jemma asked, smiling when Skye pulled the cover up over them.
"Yeah. I've tried not being a couple of times, didn't like it." Skye explained, getting up out of bed and heading towards the door.
"How come?" Jemma asked, and Skye turned looked back at her to see the woman openly staring at her bare backside.
"I just haven't trusted anyone enough to have that kind of control over me."
"You didn't trust the people you dated?"
"Sure," Skye leant her shoulder against the door frame. "But there is trusting them there is that kind of trust. I dunno, it's just takes a lot of courage to let someone see you so… bare."
"You realise how bare you are right now?"
"Physically, sure. But that kind of trust calls for being bare mentally and emotionally, too."
"Do you trust me?" Jemma asked, folding her arms under her head.
"To some extent, yeah."
Jemma nodded, smiling at Skye. "You're beautiful, you know?"
"Is that something you should be allowed to say?" Skye repeated Jemma's earlier words, grinning over at the woman as she squinted at her.
"Bite me,"
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Skye teased, pushing herself off the doorframe and turned around.
"Where are you going?
"To get you some water," Skye called as she padded towards Jemma's kitchen.
Jemma was on her back when Skye entered again, surveying the marks on her wrists.
"I'm sorry, do they hurt?" Skye asked, handing Jemma one of the bottles she had and climbed back into the bed beside Jemma.
"No. And thank you."
"Sure,"
"Are we done for tonight?" Jemma asked, uncapping the bottle and taking a drink.
Skye shrugged, taking a drink of her water before setting it on the bedside table. "Do you think you can handle anymore?"
"As long as I don't need to stand up." Jemma joked and Skye chuckled, rolling over and positioning herself over Jemma.
Jemma chuckled as Skye kissed her.
"How do you want it this time, love?"
"I want you to teach me." Jemma breathed against Skye's lips, trailing her fingers up Skye's spine. "And then I want you to back up your big claim that you can get me off more than three times."
"Yes, ma'am."