Title: Jealousy
Ship: Skye/Carter
Genre: Romance/Fluff
Rated: R
Word Count: 2619
Summary: She can't hide her jealousy from her friend or him.
A/N: Written for Skye/Carter – Jealousy by bellebby for 'Friday One Word Fic Challenge' -Week 6

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"Girl, if you could see your face right now."

Skye turns quickly as she hears Tasha chuckle next to her, her face warm from the blush building at being caught.

"What?" she tries to play it off, feigning ignorance.

"What?" Tasha mocks, a wide grin on the girl's pretty face as she sighs annoyed and pushes a wayward curl out of her face. "You is what, that and the heavy staring slash glaring you're doing at our returned from the jungle resident bad boy, who knew you liked them like that? Not that I blame you."

"I have no idea what you're talking about," she tries again even though she knows it's a lost cause, not only is she fooling no one, she knows her best friend well enough to know that once Tasha has picked up a scent she isn't letting it go.

"That's cute, sweetie," Tasha says patronizing, reaching out to touch her cheek, laughing when she pushes the hand away. "Trying to play the dumb blonde, sorry to tell you babe, but not only does hair color not determine intelligence, even if it did you're not blonde. You know I'm talking about Carter, Mr. Dark, rugged and holy hotness."

"You know its comments like that that gives that jackass a big head," she complains, hating the whine she hears.

"Hey, I just appreciate fine things," Tasha answers raising her hands in surrender, her gaze turning to the object of her staring. There in the middle of the square, sitting comfortably at one of the tables set up by the food vendor sat Carter with Drake, another Sixer. Two of the few that had returned after the portal had closed forever. "And there is no denying that Carter is fine."

"We've seen better," Skye answers, allowing herself to look over, just in time to see the man in question laugh heartily at whatever his friend was saying, looking back at Tasha she sees the darker girl giving her a disbelieving look. "What? We have! Just the security team alone, it's like Taylor picked models to keep us safe, Reynolds, Curran just to name a few. Hunter, Max, Josh they're all-"

"Adorable," Tasha ends for her. "But none even get to Carter's sex appeal which is why you can't seem to take your eyes off him since he returned to the colony."

Skye scoffs even as her cheeks heat up again. "Please."

"So, I'm wrong?" Tasha challenged a smirk on her face as she nods quickly. "Well that's good I guess, my mistake, it's better this way since I've seen Rebecca Milner trying to chat him up…"

She's embarrassed for herself at how quickly she snaps to attention, the way Tasha's smile grows tells her she reacted exactly the way her friend wanted her too. But Rebecca Milner? Did the woman learn nothing from the first time she cheated on her husband with Ken Foster?

"But you don't care about that right?" Tasha continues her question clearly a taunt.

"No," she chokes out, her eyes narrowed when her friend lets out a small snort. "A cheater and an asshole, makes perfect sense, I hope they have many morally loose children."

"Wow," Tasha mouths as she gets up. "I finally understand that ancient phrase about green-eyed monsters."

"What's that suppose to mean?"

Tasha leans down pressing a kiss on her cheek as she grabs her bag. "It means, my dear friend, that the man might drive you crazy but the idea of him and another woman drives you crazier. You, Skye Tate, are jealous."

"I am not," she responds quickly, shocked by the comment.

Tasha shrugs as she starts to walk away, her lunch break over. "You are."

"I am not!" Skye shouts after her friend, blushing yet again when more than a few people look her way, she doesn't glance in Carter's direction, but she knows she has enough bad luck that he's probably noticed her outburst .

"Here's another ancient saying for you babe!" Tasha yells back as she continues to walk away. "Denial isn't just a river in Egypt."

Not caring at this point that people are staring, she crosses her arms and yells once more. "I need new friends, better ones!"

She fumes as her comment is just met with Tasha's laughter.

… … …

Now the problem becomes Tasha's taunting planted that seed of doubt, it won't leave her alone. Her thoughts for days go back and forth between the man in question, her possible feelings for him and the possibility that he might be with Rebecca or anyone else for that matter. He's not a shy man, bold in everything he does, Carter turns heads, most of them female, and she hates it. Leaving her to take out her frustration on anyone who got close enough, which is why after snapping at a patient Dr. Shannon had, with a firm look, sent her to take inventory in the stock room.

Counting medical supplies served as good punishment for her eruption and a reminder that she needed to get a hold of herself.

"Morning, Princess."

She closes her eyes, her grip tightening on the plex in her hand, if there was a higher power, it hated her.

"Heard you were banished to the stock room as punishment," he continues behind her, not the least put out by her lack of greeting or the fact that she hadn't turn to him yet. "Were you being naughty? Do you need a spanking?"

She can't stop the growling scream that escapes her mouth as she rounds on him, she all but stomps her foot when he doesn't even look surprised at her explosion, like her growling is a daily occurrence.

"Wow, I thought only Nykos made that sound," he quips, the smile on his face entirely too amused for her liking.

"This. Is. All. Your. Fault," she bites out, poking him in the chest.

He tilts his head to the side, his right eyebrow raising as he studies her. "Is it that time of the month?"

"Asshole."

Carter smirks at the name, shaking his head. "I just came in here for supplies, but I'd love to know what it is I'm being blamed for, please, go ahead tell me how I've wrong you this time."

"I-"

"Cause correct me if I'm wrong," he continues without waiting for her to answer, the smile leaving his face, an annoyed expression taking its place. "But I haven't come near you since I got back to the colony, so what is it that I've done, or is this just a general, still a Sixer therefore responsible for all of Terra Nova's evils, that most of you in the colony have going on?"

She's at a loss for words as he stares at her, anger and frustration darkening his expression. It's true, while welcomed back, all the Sixers were treated with distrust by the majority of the colony and she didn't see that changing anytime soon.

"Well, Tate? You have an answer or are you going to gape at me all day?"

She snaps her gaze up at him, remembering that not everyone is treating him like an outcast. "Why don't you get what you need and then go to Rebecca Milner, I'm sure she can soothe your hurt feelings."

Carter stares at her long and hard as she shifts under his gaze, turning, he heads back to the door and she sighs a breath of relief at his departure, the breath catches in her throat when instead of leaving he closes the door, the sound of the lock falling into place echoing louder than it should. When he turns back to face her he has a smile on his face so wide, that she wishes the earth would open up underneath her feet and swallow her whole.

She stares at the floor, hoping. 'Open, open, open'

"Oh, Princess," he laughs softly causing her to look up. "Is that what this is about?"

"I'm out of here," she says ignoring his question completely, she gasps as he grabs her when she tries to pass him. Pressing her against the shelves of medical supplies, he uses his body as a barrier in front of her.

"Nope," he says as he cages her in, the smile on his face softer then she's ever seen. "You're cute when you're jealous, you know that?"

"I am not jealous," she snaps back, rolling her eyes when the smile grows.

"I am," he responds seriously, his hand pushing a lock of hair behind her ear, his fingertips caressing the shell of it, cause her to quiver, his mouth curves upward at the reaction. "Back when you would meet us in the jungle all but holding Josh's hand. Coming back here and watching you interact with Dunham, Reynolds and a number of other soldiers, with your roommates who moon over you, I get jealous that they can get smiles from you and I only get scowls or ignored."

"Why do you care how I look at you?" she asks, breathlessly, over the course of his words their faces have gotten closer, their lips less than an inch away.

"Why do you care about the possibility of me and Milner?" he teases.

"I don't," she answers, a smile on her face as her arms circle his neck pulling her body flush against his.

"Good, neither of us care," he murmurs, closing the gap, their lips slide over each other smoothly, with an ease as if they're been kissing each other forever instead of the first time, she sighs into the kiss as his hands sink into her hair and he deepens the kiss, his tongue tasting hers as her hold on him tightens.

"Okay," he rasps out and she's please that he's as winded as she is. "Maybe we both care a little bit."

Skye laughs in agreement, the sound muffled when he covers her mouth once more. This kiss rougher and more like Carter, as he plunges his tongue into her mouth, causing her head to spin, she tugs blindly at him, wanting him even closer. She reddens when she bumps into the shelves causing them to rattle and Carter lets out a small laugh at her sudden urgency, she rolls her eyes and his grin grows larger.

"Relax," he whispers against her cheek, his mouth moving over her jaw and down her neck, sucking on the skin softly.

She moans at his touch, her hands working on his shirt, pulling it from where it's tucked in his pants. He pulls back enough to give her a questioning look. The silent inquiry clear 'here, now?'

Skye nods letting out a shaky breath as he pulls the shirt over his head, her blue eyes going over his body, her own body warm at the sight of him. Tasha was right, he was something to behold, strong, his body hard with definition, scars scattered adding to his appeal. He doesn't remove anything else; instead he pushes her lab coat off placing it behind her, her top and bra quickly following.

"Skye," he says quietly as his hands touch her right below breasts, letting his hands rest on her ribcage for a moment before they start to slide down. He kneels before her and pops the button of her jeans open, looking up at her with dark eyes from his position. She pants as his tongue snakes out giving her bellybutton a lick while he pulls on the zipper. She holds on to his shoulders for support as he helps her step out of the jeans and her underwear, leaving her naked to his gaze.

"You're beautiful, Princess," he whispers as he continues to look up at her and she chuckles lightly at the words and the reverence behind them, two things she didn't expect from him.

Her laugh is cut off as he raises a leg over his shoulder, opening her to him; he wastes no time, leaving wet kisses over her inner thigh before pressing his face to her center. He doesn't ease her into it, instead he seeks her out with his lips, tongue and fingers, parting her to his liking he tastes her, making a sound of approval against her skin that causes it to ripple.

"Carter," she moans, one hand reaching behind her to hold on to the shelves, while the other clings to his short locks. She finds herself helplessly grinding into his face, shaking from head to toe as if struck by electricity when his tongue curls around her clit. "Oh God."

He snorts and her body bows at the feel of it.

"Carter," she tries again, the name coming out a whimper as he sucks on her. "Please."

"God, please," he repeats as he raises himself, his eyes gleaming with lust and playfulness. "I'm loving everything that's coming out of your mouth."

"You can love what I do with my mouth later," she says quickly as she tugs hard on his belt and snaps his pants open, letting them fall around his ankles. "Right now this."

His eyes are a cloudy black, his face tight as her hand circles him, giving him a few pumps. "I'm holding you to that," Carter promises as he steps in between her thighs, letting out a hiss when his cock brushes against her slickness.

"Yeah?" she taunts, letting out a hitched breath as he starts to fill her, she sighs deeply as he pushes to the hilt and stops, giving her time to get use to his size.

"Yeah, your mouth," he touches her mouth with the pad of his thumb, his eyes flashing as she sucks it in between her lips. "I've had dreams about your mouth, but none more so then this," he continues, his other hand touching her between them, a sly smile on his face when she bucks into his hand taking him in even deeper. "Vivid dreams Princess, of taking you hard, over and over, again."

"Well, move then," she gets out, a smirk of her own when he lets out a short laugh. It's enough to propel him forward. With his hands on the back of her thighs he pulls her off the ground, his body and the shelves keeping her in place as he starts to plunge into her in deep even strokes. She can't do much but cling to him, her arms around his neck, her mouth kissing any strip of skin it can find. Her own skin burning as he takes her higher with each thrust, her muscles clenching around him.

She grins into his neck as this time he groans out 'Oh God' and a mantra of 'Skye, Skye, Skye'.

One of his hands leaves her thighs and comes to the back of her neck, giving it a soft squeeze to draw her attention, pulling back to look at his face, their eyes meet and hold as his thrust become more urgent, with legs tight around his waist she meets his hips with her own one final time before an orgasm rips through both of them. Throwing her head back, she rides out the ripples, her mouth open in a cry that she's sure can be heard through the hospital.

As she comes out of her haze, she finds his gaze still on her, his eyes watching her with a steadiness his own breath doesn't match. She smiles into the tender kiss he gives her, her brow raised as he grins widely when they break apart.

"You have no reason to be jealous, Princess," he promises and she shakes her head in aggravated amusement as he teases. "But if this is the result of your jealousy, I'm game."