She's worn all her turtlenecks. Something she honestly hadn't believed possible, seeing as she owned thirteen of them and they usually docked somewhere after seven days, but this time they haven't and so she can't wash anything. Jemma Simmons is panicking.

After the third knock on her door alerting her to breakfast, she lets out a deep, pained sigh and stares at her shirts. She hasn't got much of a choice, unless she wants to wear her blanket to breakfast, which would be quite suspicious on its own, so with a grimace, she picks out a nice shirt and a sweater to go with her jeans, and heads to breakfast, carefully smoothing her hair down around her neck and cursing Skye.

The Aforementioned hacker glances up as she slides into the seat beside her, eyes flickering to her neck before she turns and hides her smirk in a bagel. Jemma rolls her eyes and nudges her with her knee, hoping she gets the point, before turning a bright smile on everyone else.

"Good morning, everyone." She greets lightly, and is quickly returned with grumbled agreements from all but Skye, who is now giggling through a mouthful. Sometimes Jemma thinks that perhaps if Skye weren't so lovely and absolutely fantastic in bed, that she'd find her immature behaviour more irritating. She had half a mind to give her some obviously placed Hickeys just so she could watch her writhe in discomfort, but she knew that Skye wouldn't actually mind, if anything she'd enjoy it.

Jemma turns to glare at her, and that is of course, when the idiot chokes and starts to cough. her hands slam down on the table and just as Jemma is reaching out to help her, she coughs up the offending morsel, and then cringes in embarrassment. Ward chuckles and exchanges amused smiles with Coulson, May just sits in disgruntled silence, and Fitz's eyes are wide as though he'd thought he was about to witness a death.

"That was officially the stupidest close call you've ever had, rookie." Ward muses, and takes another bite of his strange muesli health stuff, that Skye is kind of grossed out by.

"Ah, jeez." Skye mutters hoarsely, "Nobody labeled that a choking hazard, how was I supposed to know?"

"Well, you're certainly not meant to be eating and laughing at the same time, Skye." Jemma frowns, exasperated. "Honestly."

"Wait, Jemma, what's that?" Fitz leans in suddenly from across the table and squints at her neck. "Is tha' a…?"

"A Hickey." Ward observes, and then his eyes widen even further, "more than one, there's three of them. Care to explain, science twins?" His eyes dart between Fitz and Jemma and so do May and Coulson's, but Fitz just gapes and shakes his head.

"Not me, eww. We're like siblings, for heaven's sake." He says quickly, looking horrified at the insinuation.

"Maybe this isn't appropriate breakfast conversation," Coulson announces. Saving Skye's ass as always, but the boys are too interested now to listen to him, and May's already gotten up and left, annoyed at the drama.

"But then…"

Skye can't help herself, she's a bit of a show off when it comes to relationships, and her grin is steadily growing, just as Jemma's blush is.

"What can I say? She couldn't resist my charm." She smirks, and enjoys the reactions of her friends and the now crimson faced Jemma. Ward just blinks, and then slowly nods as if hints of their relationship were now connecting the dots for him, Fitz looks rather scandalised, and Coulson just looks defeated.

"I should have known," he mutters, "four agents of the same age group, it was bound to happen." He sighs and gives them an appraising look, "Its probably too late to tell you to keep it professional."

"Yeah, that ship has sailed and sunk." Skye admitted, her own cheeks tinted a little red now, and a genuine smile on her lips. "Professional doesn't even fit in the equation anymore."