The party had been going strong and there was still no sign of Jemma Simmons. Skye stood at the top of her staircase watching as people laughed, drank, and danced. She leaned forward, her hands pressing into the railing. Her eyes focused on the door as she watched Ward take a few steps forward to answer it.

He stepped to the side with what looked like a half smile covering his face. Jemma entered, a soft smile playing on her lips. A overly excited young man entered with her and they chatted with Ward as she closed the door behind them. Ward nodded and excused himself.

Skye straightened, feeling her heart suddenly thumping roughly in her chest. She stared down at Jemma. The girl looked adorable in her button up collared shirt with a comfortable looking cardigan over it. She was simple, casual, and beautiful. Skye liked that. It was such a contrast from her own style and from the girls she would normally pursue.

Jemma's brow furrowed as if she had an odd sensation. She slowly turned her head and looked up. Her eyes instantly locked with Skye's and they both found themselves smiling at one another. Skye's teeth grazed her bottom lip as she attempted to control the width of her grin. She pushed herself away from the railing and made her way down the stairs as quickly, but nonchalantly, as possible.

Jemma turned away and found herself running her fingers through her hair and her hands down her clothes. Fitz tilted his head and flashed her a curious look. "She's coming." she muttered, grabbing a hold of his arm.

"She? A-as in Skye?" Fitz questioned, his eyes twinkling with over excitement. "I get to meet her? This is really happening."

"Fitz, please, remain calm. I beg of you."

Fitz took a hold of her hand. "Remain calm? How do you expect me to do that when I'm about to meet-"

"Hey." Skye interrupted as Jemma and Fitz turned to look at her.

"Hello, Skye." Jemma greeted with a small wave. She quickly brought her hand down, clasping them together. She inwardly cursed herself for doing something so awkward.

Skye couldn't help the small laugh that escaped her lips. She reached out and gently tugged on the sleeve of Jemma's cardigan. "I didn't think you were going to come."

"Oh, I'm sorry if we were a tad late. I couldn't decide what I was going to wear and Fitz, well, he was very opinionated on everything I put on.." She shot her roommate a sideways glance, ignoring the fact that he looked as if he was about to explode. "So, I must have changed at least twenty times and-" She paused when she felt Skye's hand grasp her wrist. Her hazel eyes shifted downward before raising to lock with the big brown eyes staring back at her.

"I think you look beautiful." Skye complimented with a soft smile.

Jemma ducked her head, shyly. Her cheeks flushed pink as she raised her hand and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. The sound of a throat clearing snapped out of her embarrassment. "Oh, my apologies. Skye, this is Fitz."

Skye didn't want to stop looking at Jemma, but she knew it would be rude to not acknowledge the man. She put on her best smile and turned her attention to Fitz. "Hey, Fitz." she greeted, extending her hand toward him. "I've heard you've caused Jemma to hate me."

Jemma's jaw slacked at Skye's words and her face turned even redder than it already was. It didn't help that Skye shot her a sly glance followed by the sexiest little wink. Jemma was sure she would die of embarrassment by the time this party ended.

She took a small step closer to Skye. "I told you I don't hate you." she whispered as Skye turned her head slightly to look her in the eyes.

The singers eyes shifted from Jemma's to her lips then back again. She was so close. If Skye didn't respect boundaries, or the fact that she wanted to get to know Jemma first, she would have leaned in, closed the space between them, and kissed the girls soft, waiting lips. She opened her mouth to speak, but was suddenly very aware that Fitz was shaking her hand to the point where it felt like it might snap from her wrist. She returned her attention to him again, her brow furrowing at his enthusiastic greeting.

"This..this is such an honor." Fitz responded, enthusiastically. He held her hand with both of his as he continuously shook it. "I have every cd you've ever released. I've watched all your performances. I wanted to go to your last concert but someone refused to go with me."

Skye smirked as she raised an eyebrow at Jemma. "Really?"

Jemma opened her mouth several times, but nothing more than a small squeak escaped. She huffed, placing her hand on Fitz's wrist. "Fitz, please, you're going to break her arm." she requested, pulling his hand from Skye's. She released a nervous chuckle. "I'm so sorry."

"It's alright." Skye shook her hand trying to regain some of the feeling in it. She reached out and lightly touched Fitz's shoulder. "It's always nice to meet a fan."

"Fan is a bit of an understatement, really. I mean, I've followed your career since day one. I just can't express how much I've waited for this very moment-"

"Fitz, please, stop talking." Jemma ordered through clenched teeth. She placed her hand over her face. "You promised you wouldn't do this."

Skye was overly amused by the entire situation. She someone how found space to step impossibly closer to Jemma and nudge her lightly. "It's okay." She locked eyes with her again. "I think it's cute."

Jemma found herself becoming flustered. She couldn't help but stare back. This woman, who as Fitz so eloquently put it, she had no interest in meeting was slowly winning her over. She became lost in those beautiful chocolate brown eyes. Lost in the way Skye's hand gently held the cuff of her sleeve. Her fingers tugging at the fabric as if she was wordlessly requesting permission for something. Maybe alone time? A quiet place, away from the party, where they could get to know one another.

Or maybe Jemma was just reading too much into that look. She had a habit of doing that. Assuming things. Finishing other's sentences with what she was sure they were about to say. She was hardly ever wrong, but maybe this time-

"Hey, Fitz." Skye spoke, cutting into her thoughts. Her eyes remained on Jemma for only a moment longer before she turned to look at him once again. "Do you mind if, maybe, Jemma and I-"

"There you are." a female voice interrupted, placing her hand on Skye's shoulder. "Where the hell have you been hiding all night?"

Jemma furrowed her brow in question as her gaze shifted to the beautiful blonde standing next to Skye. Fitz seemed to light up even more at the appearance of this woman. Obviously another singer Jemma had zero familiarity with. Whatever she was, Jemma did not appreciate her closeness to Skye or the way they smiled at one another. She took in a quick breath, shaking off the unnecessary feeling and took a small step back. She didn't get very far due to Skye tightening her grip on her sleeve, keeping her in place.

"I've been waiting on these two." Skye responded as the girl turned and smiled brightly at them. "Jemma, Fitz, this is Hannah. My soon to be former choreographer." She pouted which made Jemma's stomach flutter at the adorable nature of it.

"Former!?" Fitz exclaimed as Hannah jumped slightly. "Oh, that's horrible news! I mean, you did such a wonderful job with the performance at the Grammy's! How could you be leaving?"

Hannah took in a breath and released it with a laugh. She glanced at Skye. "I see we have a super fan."

Skye nodded, pressing her lips together to hide her smirk. "Why don't you take Fitz to get a drink while I show Jemma the rest of the house?" She raised her eyebrows, silently requesting Hannah's help.

Hannah stared at her for a moment then rolled her eyes. "Sure." She leaned in and whispered something in Skye's ear causing the brunette to chuckle. Skye whispered something back and Hannah rolled her eyes again followed by a shake of her head. She stepped away, looping her arm through Fitz's. "Come on, let's get a drink and you can tell me how devastated my departure is going to make you."

Fitz walked away with her. His hands were moving wildly as he spoke to her. Jemma watched as they disappeared into the crowd then turned to Skye. The feel of Skye's hand slipping into hers caused her to look down. Their hands fit perfectly together and she watched as Skye shifted hers causing their fingers to intertwine.

"How about we grab a drink ourselves then I'll give you the tour?"

Jemma simply nodded at the request. She allowed Skye to lead her toward a back bar in silence before the question stirring in her mind tumbled from her lips. "What was that about?" she inquired, doing her best not to frown when Skye released her hand to grab two bottles of beer.

Skye drew her brow together in confusion as she offered the bottle to Jemma. "What was what about?"

Jemma took the bottle, giving a small smile of thanks. "That little exchanged between you and... Hannah, was it?"

Skye smiled broadly and chuckled. "Yes, Hannah. It was nothing."

"That did not look like nothing to me." Jemma raised an eyebrow with a teasing little grin. "Are we going to start this friendship off with lying?"

Skye was almost taken back by Jemma's playful tone, but found herself chuckling once again. "We just made a little deal, that's all."

"What type of deal?"

"Man, you are nosey."

"Not nosey, just curious. I like to know what I'm getting myself into."

Skye leaned against the bar, a mischievous smirk covering her lips. "Oh, so we're getting into something here?"

"No-I-That's not what I meant-I-" Jemma exhaled, exasperated. This is why she avoided flirting. She was awful at it and became flustered when she was called out on something. "I just-I don't know where I was going with that remark."

Skye laughed even harder. "You are so much fun to mess with." She brought the bottle to her lips and took a sip. "If you must know, she told me I owed her one."

Jemma tilted her head, curiously. "Owed her one? For what?"

"For letting me be alone with you." Skye found herself fidgeting with the bottle in her hands. "So, I told her I would owe her twenty if she kept Fitz occupied for the rest of the night."

The blush returned quickly. The heat made Jemma wish she would have rethought wearing a cardigan. "Oh..."

Skye took a step closer, invading Jemma's personal space, but it didn't seem as if the woman cared in the slightest. She slid her hand down Jemma's arm and took her hand again. "Come on. Let's go somewhere a little more quiet so we can talk."

"Alright..." Jemma agreed as she allowed herself to be lead once again. The sound of the party faded as she and Skye walked out of the room and into the solace of another...