Summary: Simmons looks amazing in pink.
Warning/Spoiler: None.
Rating: T/PG-13
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Skye/Simmons

Author's Note: I actually really hate how this came out but ugh.


pink

Simmons looks amazing in pink.

And that's Skye's last coherent thought because Simmons's teeth are biting down on her pink lips and her pink blouse is slipping off her pale shoulders and Skye spots the pink lace of her bra. If Simmons is a color, it's pink: and Skye loves that.

So Skye kisses her.

They're lying beside each other on Skye's bed, other clothes scattered across the floor and shoes in piles at the door. Skye's fingers run down Simmons' arm, and amused at the goosebumps that crawl along her skin, Skye grins into Simmons' lips. "You're beautiful," whispers Skye, letting her breath mingle against the corner of Simmons' mouth as their hands intertwine. The tiny pink blush that arises over Simmons' cheek only makes Skye grin wider. "So beautiful."

There's a pause before Simmons bites down on Skye's lip and she moans. Simmons' tiny smirk is fire and Skye's hand snakes around to curl around Simmons' hair because she's fine burning. A foot running between her legs, Skye lets her lips travel down Simmons' jaw to her neck. The foot travels higher before suddenly Simmons is sitting up and straddling her, wicked grin highlighted by the bright lights still sparking from their early modeling session.

The pink blouse is slipping further and Skye doesn't hesitate to skim her fingers over the skin and the lace; her skin glows, even despite tiny markings that Skye is proud to say are her own. Simmons shifts, and when their eyes lock, the glint in her eye ignites the fire deep in her stomach and Skye sits up.

Staring in deep eyes, Skye kisses her. "Beautiful," she whispers against pink lips.