Skye jostled against Jemma as the off-road SUV hit another rough pothole on the patchy dirt-track through the Peruvian jungle. It was jarring, being thrown from an airfield in LA to the middle of the jungle.
She had barely had time to process that bombshell Fitz had dropped on her that Black Widow was her Alpha, before Coulson was dragging them on their first mission to find an '0-8-4'. She was burning with questions to ask Jemma or May about it, but May was deliberately giving her a wide berth, and Jemma told her gently to focus on the mission and put personal things aside for now. How can she focus?
Jemma reached out a hand and intertwined it with hers, gripping it in a tight grip as they bumped another rocky patch. Outwardly Jemma looked happy – excited even, but Skye could tell she was a little nervous. Not surprisingly, since she appeared to be about as green as Skye to all this.
As soon as they parked, May was out of the door, disappearing to do a perimeter check and leaving Coulson to explain what on earth was going on. FitzSimmons babbled away and she sort of just…hung out, wondering if every mission was going to suck this much. Between feeling useless and Ward's impassive stare, even the cool temple didn't seem quite so cool anymore. She wished there was something less boring to do.
A few minutes later and she wished she hadn't thought that.
She also wished she could say they didn't all hide behind the closest alpha when they were hailed with gunshots, but instincts aside, none of them were even remotely prepared for combat. Ward shielded them until May came screeching in with the SUV like some crazy knight in shining armour and they scrambled into the car.
It was absolutely insane but May drove like a badass and they made it into the hangar without being shot in the head - by some miracle. Skye slid out of the car, relieved to be alive as the adrenaline thundered through her veins.
Jemma practically ran into May's arms as soon as the doors were secured, burying her face into the alpha's neck. May closed her eyes in contentment as she held the other omega close. Skye scuffed her feet against the floor and leant back against the SUV, feeling as though she was intruding on their intimate moment.
She wanted to run into Agent May's arms too but didn't. She knew clinging to May would help calm the lingering fear and unease in her chest/ May threaded her hands gently through Jemma's hair and Skye pushed down her jealousy for Jemma. She wasn't jealous. She didn't need to cling to an Alpha.
May shot her a questioning eyebrow over the top of Jemma's head, a look so intense that it made Skye look down at the grate in the floor. It didn't help that the alpha's eyes raked thoroughly over her as she checked for injuries. Skye forced herself to look up and give her a short nod. She was fine.
Her hands were shaking, but she fisted them and hugged her arm to herself for comfort. She could sense May's concern, so she straightened up and shot grumpy Ward a smile – immediately latching onto his arm to annoy him with questions about the cool weapon thingy he used to knock the bad guys out.
May thought the mission had been going well. The 084 was safely in the cargo hold and both her omega's survived without a scratch. She had checked Jemma over, and allowed Skye to give her a cursory nod in assurance. She wanted nothing more than to scoop them both up and hide them in her bunk until the 084 and Agent Reyes' men were off the plane, but she knew when she'd signed up alongside Jemma that this would happen.
So, May hid in the plane cockpit, well, not hiding exactly, but staying out of the way. She wasn't entirely needed to fly the plane past the point of take-off but being around Skye in post-mission adrenaline wasn't a test she needed right now. The fates had blessed her with an easy omega in Jemma, so it made sense that the next one was stubborn as a mule and wanted to look after herself. Omegas were pre-disposed to a slew of mental and physical issues if they didn't get regular contact with their pack, so there were multiple reasons to get her marked as soon as possible. Guidance on the issue tended to encourage bonding within the first week, but then again most omega's wanted nothing more.
May sighed, and took a deep steadying breath, and it was only then that she noticed the strange smell of gas…
She jolted awake, immediately assessing her environment. Skye was on her right, sitting-up. Tied-up? May certainly had her wrists tied behind her with what felt like a zip tie. From the scent Jemma was there too, and she was definitely afraid. May eased herself up, realising they must be in the hangar.
She checked her omega's over, relieved to see they looked unharmed, although concern still flittered over her as she took in the way they were zip-tied to the hangar doors. Skye didn't look afraid but was looking at her expectantly.
"How do we get out of here?" Jemma asked, voice as polite as usual. May sent calming pheromones over the two, happy that even Skye relaxed her shoulders, before coming up with a plan.
The resulting ten minutes were crazy and dangerous, but they survived with a hole in the plane and no casualties. A success, with all things considering.
She was proud of Skye's quick thinking to open the safety raft. Hopefully now it would convince Ward she had a deserved spot on the plane, even if it did little to earn his trust.
May didn't trust her professionally either, but she hoped she could reign Skye in. It was her job as an alpha after all. Keep the pack out of trouble, keep them safe, keep them close.
Her omega kept her distance when they shared a drink to watch the rocket launch, hung at the back on her phone. Jemma was busy excitedly watching the rocket, but May had seen this all before, and she was watching Skye. She was on her phone, typing, but she was biting her lip nervously.
May just wanted to reach out and gently tug the lip from Skye's teeth, but she narrowed her eyes instead. Skye looked guilty, especially when she looked up from her phone and hastily put it away. She avoided looking at her alpha but May knew she could feel her scrutinising stare. Her jaw was set proudly, but her foot was tapping nervously, and she had her arms crossed defensively. Whatever it was she was doing; May had a feeling it would end with Skye folded over her lap. She rarely had to punish her subs, but she had reason to believe Skye would soon become well acquainted with May's palm.
May sighed, tugging Jemma closer to her side. She'd let the omega make her mistakes and face the consequences on her own. Skye's hormones were jumping all over the place, and it wouldn't be long before her craving for the bond, and the pack, would override her pride.
Skye couldn't sleep. It wasn't for lack of trying. She was exhausted and she pressed her eyes tightly closed, but there was the persistent nagging that her heart pumping. The feeling of being unsafe. The itching craving for comfort that starting in her heart but found its way all the way to her toes.
She knew the feeling well. She had a whole brightly coloured pamphlet buried it in the bottom of her duffle that outlined the omega biology behind 'touch starvation' and a list of side-effects with a number to call and the name of an omega centre tagged on the bottom. The beta on the corner of the street had handed it to her with a pointed look and Skye had taken it with a scowl. It was frustrating to have her body broadcast to the whole world that she was lonely.
She didn't visit the centre, but she did call Miles to get her fix and then left him as soon as she could. The pamphlet would have called that 'unhealthy coping mechanisms leading to withdrawal issues', but Skye called it an 'essential fuck'.
She was just glad that the universe didn't screw over omega's with heats until they had bonded with their mates. Even though the pounding headache and heat radiated from her forehead made her suspicious of that biological fact too. She might not be going into heat but even her tastebuds seemed to be craving May's presence.
Skye growled, kicking off her weighted blankets (SHIELD issue for omegas) that had begun to feel too warm. She slipped out of bed, ignoring the dizzy rush in her head as she slid her pod door open as quietly as possible.
She could hear Fitz' soft snoring from his bunk next to hers, and Ward's quiet breathing. She decided a glass of water might help her headache. As she padded silently across the thin carpet, she could feel the soft rumble of the moving plane beneath her feet. She wondered if May had a destination in mind or if they were flying in circles.
The glass of water was a good idea, it was refreshing against her parched throat. There was a strange humming sound just past the galley, almost like moaning. Skye tiptoed forward, placing the glass down on the counter as she frowned. It almost sounded like it was coming from the cockpit, but everyone was sleeping so – oh. Oh.
May's bunk – the fancy bigger pilot's bunk - was just behind the kitchen, on the way to the cockpit so she could rush to the rescue in an emergency. Skye felt her face grow hot as the harsh breathing and keening moans coming from the bunk reached her ears. She should turn on her heel and run back to her bunk, but part of her was too curious for her own good. She slid quietly closer, hovering just a few feet from the sliding door and even the pilot's bunk wasn't properly soundproofed. Another strangled moan pierced the air and she realised with wide eyes that whoever it was, Jemma in all likelihood (Skye didn't think May even knew how to moan) must be gagged.
If Skye's face felt hot before, it was positively blazing now. Her nostrils flared as the scent of Jemma's arousal rushed towards her, unable to help her mouth-watering and heart thundering at the intoxicating scents rushing from the bunk. She pressed her thighs firmly together, crossing them at the ankles to soothe the ache in her core.
Skye didn't realise the noise had quieted before a voice made her heart skip a beat.
"Are you going to join us, or just stand there, Skye?" May drawled from inside the bunk.
Skye squeaked, high tailing it out of there before she did something stupid like join them and before she could embarrass herself anymore. On her way back she noticed May had left her leather jacket folded on the armchair.
She snagged it before she could have second thoughts, running back to the bunk and sliding the door shut. Her heart was racing, but she clambered into to bed, drawing the blanket tight around her as if it would squash down the desire running through her veins.
She buried into the sheets, bunching May's jacket close to her chest, and burying her nose in it. It smelt safe, and warm. She felt her heartbeat gradually calm with every second she breathed in the scent.
Skye fell asleep quickly, jacket clutched to her chest and thoughts of May soothing her dreams.
"What did you call me here for, AC?" Skye asked, taking a seat from across him in the lounge. They hadn't talked much, but she was glad he requested the meeting. It was getting boring hanging out with nothing to do, especially as she'd been avoiding May as much as she could after being caught like a weird voyeur.
Coulson slid a packet full of paperwork over to her with his familiar smile, "It's just a formality," he reassured her.
Skye thumbed through it. It was all about packmates and mate bonding within SHIELD. There were multiple disclosure forms for her to sign. Her eyebrows rose at the Level 10 clearance stamped on one of the forms.
"I get access to Level 10?" she exclaimed, unable to keep the glee out of her voice. Coulson frowned disapprovingly.
"No," he clarified, "But one of your Beta's is Deputy Director of SHIELD. That means she might let Level 10 information slip, and this is to ensure you don't talk. You are obligated to disclose if such an event happens, as is the mate who told you."
Skye sighed, "I suppose I should have expected that. Scary big brother and all that."
She thumbed her way through the remaining document, "Torture negotiation?" she read out loud, "Security detail?"
Coulson nodded, his face grave, "You have multiple high-ranking mates who possess highly sensitive information, one is even an Avenger. It is not unheard of for an enemy to hit an alpha where it hurts."
Skye gulped.
"Only Director Fury, the members of this bus and your mates know of your existence," Coulson reassured her, "We'd like to keep it that way."
"The universe just had to bond me to all the goddam high-ranking high-profile women in SHIELD," Skye muttered.
She'd done her research, and that was pretty much the make-up of the group. Skye felt like a potato sack amongst roses.
Coulson placed one more document on the pile, but it didn't look like the rest. Skye frowned, picking it up. It was a pamphlet, titled 'Packmates in the workplace' and 'A guide to safe bonding'.
Skye cringed.
"For your consideration," Coulson said, "The relationship between yourself and your teammates is integral to the success of my team. Any issues with bonding affect all of us."
"It's going fine," Skye defended.
Coulson raised an eyebrow and pointed to the leaflet, "Read it."
Skye laughed, leaning against Jemma as she giggled, both sat on a lab table. Fitz' impression of Ward, really was quite amusing.
She had taken to hiding away in the lab with Jemma and Fitz, enjoying the comfortable atmosphere as they bickered, and it was well out of May's way. She could easily search through the surveillance tasks assigned to her in the lab. Fitz was also an omega, and so at least down here high-ranking agents or dominants couldn't issue out benign orders. The pair rolled their eyes at the term, but Skye enjoyed May's quiet annoyance when she called them 'Omega-3'.
She was beginning to grow to like Jemma, comforted by the little touches here and there and Jemma's quiet but caring demeanour. It satisfied some of her touch cravings nicely, even if by nature Jemma didn't have the pheromones to properly soothe her.
"My name's Grant Ward, and I could rupture your spleen with my left pinkie," Jemma imitated, with an exaggerated accent, "Blindfolded."
"At least imitating May is easy," Skye sighed, closing the lid of her laptop – not like she was making much progress on the thousands of protocols May was having her memorise, "You just have to keep a stern face on and say, 'No Skye' and 'Don't touch that Skye' and 'Do what you're told, Skye' every five seconds."
Jemma put a comforting hand on her arm, "She's not so bad when you get to know her," Jemma soothed, "She can be a little harsh, but it's because she cares."
Skye snorted, "She's anal about everything."
Jemma shot her an absolutely filthy smirk and Skye was shocked to see the dirty expression on the omega who wore a shirt and tie.
"Oh, she definitely is," Jemma said suggestively, wiggling her eyebrows.
Skye wanted to take back her words, and for the ground to swallow her up. A blush sent warmth all the way to the tips of her ears.
Jemma laughed, a full belly-laugh that still sounded like chiming bells, "Oh Skye," she said endearingly. Skye felt a rush of affection for her, hearing the same inflection in the voice as she gave Fitz whenever he did something silly.
The boy in question was currently red as a tomato and stubbornly refusing to look at them.
Skye's skin tingled uncomfortably, like a fiery case of pins and needles. Her eyes fixed on the palm of May's hand as she stirred a mug of tea in the kitchen. She needed those hands on her skin, to feel May's warm fingertips, to be enveloped in those strong arms. The craving was strong, almost as strong as the mouth-watering scent that hit her whenever May entered a room. Her heart hammered, anxiety on edge. She knew one touch, one hug even, from May would help her calm down. It was omega biology 101, prolonged time away from an alpha could cause restlessness, loneliness, and this undeniable need.
May was distracted, taking out the sugar for Jemma's cup of tea. If Skye brushed past her to get the coffee grounds in the cupboard next to her to get her own coffee, and if their hands brushed just a little, then it wasn't exactly intentional, Skye reasoned.
She stepped up to the cupboard and executed the plan flawlessly. A split-second rush of adrenaline pumped through her veins as she neared May before their fingers brushed and her heart almost sighed in contentment. She pulled away quickly, as if May's hands were made of hot coals and refused to make eye contact even though she felt May's gaze on the side of her face.
What she didn't factor into the plan, however, was for May's gentle hand to curl over her wrist. Skye's mouth felt dry as she turned to May in surprise and tried to ignore how nice it felt to have May's thumb brush lightly against her pulse. A knowing smile flittered across May's face as her other hand moved to cradle the side of Skye's face. Her palm was warm, her fingers sending a pleasant tingle on her skin as they slid into the hair by her ear. Skye couldn't resist closing her eyes as the feeling washed over her.
"Good girl," May praised, seeing the way Skye responded by titling her neck to the side a little and sensing the rush of joy through her, even if Skye's eyes flew open in denial.
"Come to me when you're ready," May reminded her, pleased when Skye didn't attempt to resist the contact. She leant forward, pressing a cheeky peck to Skye's lips, before pulling away. She saw the disappointment flash in Skye's eyes as her fingers slipped away and she turned to pick up Jemma's tea.
Skye can play this game for as long as she wants. May had Jemma to satisfy the intense cravings the omega invoked, but Skye had nothing but her own fingers. May smirked, taking a sip of Jemma's tea as she made her way down to the lab. Skye was not as subtle as she thought she was, and May couldn't wait to hear those keening whimpers underneath her.
There was a soft knock on her bunk door, Skye drew her attention away from her laptop, moving over to answer. It was late evening, and she wondered who had come to her so late. Jemma stood on the other side, raising a bag full of brightly packaged candy in her hand.
"I brought chocolate," she said, and raised her other hand – a bottle of champagne, "And alcohol. Would you like a movie night? You don't have to, of course, if you're busy and you just want time alone or-"
"I'd love to," Skye said, interrupting Jemma's anxious tirade.
Jemma smiled in relief, and Skye stepped aside to allow her in.
"No packlink," Jemma assured her, "It's just us."
Skye nodded, giving Jemma a grateful smile.
"Sorry it's a bit of a mess," she apologised, shifting her jacket and laptop from the bed to make Jemma space, kicking away dirty laundry. Jemma's comforting scent wafted in, and Skye smiled as the scent settled her more.
Jemma paid no heed to the mess, easily kicking off her shoes and settling on the bed. She gestured to the candies.
"Thought I'd bring you some of my favourite British chocolate," Jemma explained, holding up bright red packages, deep blue ones, all unfamiliar to Skye, "Maltesers, Cadbury, Galaxy..."
"You really want to share your rations with me?" Skye asked, surprised, and touched.
"Rations?" Jemma giggled, "Yes, I suppose they are."
Jemma patted the spot next to her and Skye got the hint, flopping down onto it with far less elegance.
"So," Skye began, playfully nudging her socked feet against Jemma's, "What movie are we gonna watch?"
They settled on the classic 'The Princess Diaries' and Skye gleefully announced Jemma the long-lost queen of Genovia, because of her accent – of course.
She gravitated closer toward Jemma throughout the film, unconsciously shifting into her packmates' touch until they were leaning back against the headboard. Skye snuggling into Jemma's side, with Jemma's arm hugging her waist and one leg thrown over hers. It was partly because even the warm press of Jemma's body against hers was calming and she never wanted to leave it, and partly because the bed wasn't big enough for them to be far apart.
Skye concentrated on the film, letting the comforting comedy of the film wash over her and forget about her other troubles for a while. When it ended neither shifted to move her laptop, just watched the screen idly as the credits rolled.
"Skye?" Jemma murmured.
Jemma shifted and Skye raised her head from where it had been resting on Jemma's shoulder.
"Yeah?" Skye replied in the same hushed tone, making eye contact with Jemma for the first time in an hour. Jemma looked a little nervous.
"Why don't you want to accept the bond?" Jemma asked, tone gentle, "Your soulmates?"
Skye sighed, picking at the frayed edges on her jeans.
"It's not that I don't want you Jemma," Skye said, "It's just…" she ran a hand through her hair tiredly, "I became a hacker because I needed to fend for myself. My whole life has been a struggle on my own. The idea of just...giving that over to strangers because we're biologically compatible never sat well with me. Plus being an omega…well you know how vulnerable it is. I know logically soulmates are not going to be like most asshole alphas, and we're supposed to be all madly in love or something, but I'm biologically dependent and it freaking sucks."
Jemma nodded, "I'm sorry if we pushed you."
Skye nodded, nudging Jemma's side gratefully.
"So, what are they like?" She asked, taking a swig straight from the champagne bottle, "The others?"
"Well, you've met May," Jemma began, "I promise she's softer once you get to know her. She's an alpha, so she wants to keep the pack safe, and she does care, even when she's being what you like to call a 'hard ass'."
Skye snorted, "Because it's true."
Jemma sighed but continued, "Our other Alpha is Natasha, you know of course as one of the Avengers, and if you think May's a hard-ass well…let's just say Nat's a little more strict. She's more…creative with her punishments."
Skye groaned, burying her face into Jemma's shoulder and murmured, "She's sexy though, right?"
"Oh yes," Jemma said, her eyes even looking a little dreamy, "Incredibly sexy. She's soft too, when she gets to trust you, but I swear she could snap a guys neck with her thighs in two seconds."
"Damn," Skye breathed, "Are they all just sexy ninjas?"
"Relatively speaking, yes," Jemma replied, "Maria Hill is our Beta, she's the deputy director of SHIELD. As I'm sure you are aware."
"Do all of our mates just have annoyingly high positions in SHIELD?"
"I wouldn't say it was 'annoying'," Jemma rebuked, "Quite handy actually. Bobbi Morse is a Level 7 field agent, she's the last beta in the pack. She's also a sexy ninja, but she's the more easy-going one."
Skye snorted, "Well I'm glad at least one of them is. Can't have too many alphas in the bedroom, or we won't know who to take orders from."
Jemma didn't blush at the jibe, but she did look down at her hands.
"It's nice to let go," Jemma admitted, "Follow orders. And it's always a good time, they're all rather skilled in the bedroom department."
Skye smirked, "You like to follow orders, huh?"
Jemma blushed, "It makes me feel good."
Skye smiled knowingly, "I know," she said, with a sigh. It wasn't like she didn't enjoy submitting to others, she was an omega after all and the rush was like nothing else, but…
"Being bad's more fun though," she added with a mischievous smirk.
Jemma pushed her shoulder in jest, "Of course you'd be one of those."
"One of who?" Skye asked with a frown.
"A brat," Jemma said, smile on her lips.
"I am not!" Skye protested, but she wasn't annoyed. Jemma raised an eyebrow, "Okay, well, maybe..." she admitted, "But it's way more fun when you give them a reason to punish you."
Jemma looked scandalous, but her eyes were not judgemental.
"I'm sure you can give them plenty of reasons, Skye," Jemma teased.
Skye opened her mouth to retort but Jemma put a hand over her mouth, "And I don't need to hear them. Or I'm an accessory to your crimes."
Skye rolled her eyes but smiled behind the hand. She was still smiling when Jemma pulled away and looked down at her hands, playing with her nails to avoid eye contact.
"Thank you," she said, after a minute of silence, "I needed this."
"Anytime," Jemma promised, her voice incredibly sincere.
Skye's breath hitched. Jemma was looking at her with such warm love in her eyes. No-one had loved her so unconditionally like that, as though she didn't need to do anything to deserve it, but just because she was Skye.
"Maybe soulmates aren't so bad," Skye whispered.
Jemma smiled, a genuine, beaming smile that didn't expect anything in return. Skye reached out, wiping a smudge of chocolate from the corner of Jemma's mouth. The gesture was intimate, but Jemma leant into it without hesitation.
"I'm not a stranger now, am I?" Jemma teased, licking her lips – tongue swiping over where Skye's thumb still rested on the corner of her mouth.
Skye couldn't help herself. Jemma was right there looking at her like she was her world, a part of her pack, her soft lips under Skye's thumb. Skye leaned in, and captured Jemma's lips in a shy kiss. Jemma's lips were soft, hesitatingly nudging back against her. She tasted like chocolate and champagne and Jemma.
Skye pressed harder into her mate, her body suddenly alight with desire that started in her chest and ended in her core. Jemma's hand curled around her waist, warmth pressing into the soft flesh at her hip through her shirt. Skye lost herself in the kiss, lips slanting against Jemma's in increasing desperation, but Jemma pressed back with just as much force. Skye ran her hands over Jemma's neck, fingers tingling as it found purchase on Jemma's bare skin - pulling Jemma towards her.
Jemma pulled back, and Skye groaned, her breath blowing against Skye's nose as she fought for air. Not wanting to lose the contact that set her nerves ablaze, Skye moved over to straddle Jemma's thighs, settling into the other omega's lap. She pressed her lips to Jemma's neck, lips skimming over Jemma's smooth mating marks. She hesitated a lick over Jemma's marks, wondering what compelled her to do so before the scent flooded her mouth, and she couldn't get enough. Jemma whimpered; the noise drawn from the back of her throat with Skye's ministrations.
The taste of Jemma was soft, floral omega, but intoxicating and underneath there was something strong, something that was May too. She pressed herself down, trying to get friction against the ache on her clit, grinding down on top of Jemma as she arched her back to press closer.
Jemma's back hit the wall behind her, and her hands snapped to Skye's waist, pulling her flush against her body. Jemma's neck wasn't enough, so Skye slipped her hands under Jemma's shirt, fingers brushing the smooth skin of her abdomen, skimming the top of her ribs by her bra. Jemma sought out Skye's mouth, a hand tugging her from her neck to take her lips again. Skye moaned, too desperate to be ashamed.
"Are you sure?" Jemma murmured between hot kisses that made Skye's head spin. Skye fought to think through her lust-filled haze, what wasn't she sure about? She needed Jemma.
"Skye," Jemma said firmly, a strong hand on Skye's chin to stop her from chasing another kiss. Skye frowned, rolled her hips against Jemma to get her to move again. Grateful for rough jeans to drag her clit against.
"We'll bond," Jemma reminded her, "Are you sure you want that?"
Skye nodded enthusiastically. She wanted Jemma, needed Jemma, needed to feel Jemma on her, needed to feel Jemma shuddering from under her tongue. Consequences be damned, it was just the other omega. It wasn't like she was bonding with the alpha of the pack.
"Want you," Skye whined, pulling at Jemma's shirt, "Do you want to?"
Jemma nodded, searching Skye's eyes for assurance. Skye ripped her shirt off in response, smugly satisfied to see Jemma eyes drawn immediately to her breasts. She was wearing her favourite black lacy bralette, coincidentally one of the ones Jemma had been eyeing up whilst she packed.
Jemma's hands reached up to palm Skye through the thin material and she moaned, pressing her body closer into Jemma's hands. Jemma leant forward, surprising Skye by mouthing at her hardening nipple. Skye shuddered, feeling heat pool downwards and the increasing wetness gather below. She wrapped her fist into the Jemma's hair at the nape of neck, grounding herself as she pressed into the touch.
Jemma deftly unhooked the clasp, and Skye shrugged her arms out of it, desperate to feel Jemma's mouth against her naked flesh. Jemma's hot breath skimmed against her nipple, gooseflesh rising across her body as Jemma's tongue suddenly flicked out. Skye moaned, clinging onto Jemma as her arousal heightened impossibly under Jemma's tongue. She cursed when Jemma flattened her tongue against her and gently sucked, clenching her thighs to hold herself together.
"You're gorgeous," Jemma breathed, fingers splaying out against Skye's ribs as she leant back to drink the girl in. The top of her thumbs skimming across both of Skye's nipples in a teasing, barely-there touch that drove Skye crazy.
"I bet you're gorgeous too," Skye said, voice dark and sultry. She reached out, grabbing Jemma by the cute little tie she wore and tugged it to pull her closer. Their mouths inches away as she murmured, "If you ever take that off."
Jemma got the hint. She sat back and shrugged off the tie in one easy swoop. She set about carefully undoing all the little buttons, but Skye grabbed her hands to stop her. Skye grasped the bottom of the shirt, tugging it up and over Jemma's head.
Skye expected to be able to take her time exploring Jemma's chest too – she had a cute little white bra with polka dots and a bow on, but the scientist quickly removed that before Skye could properly admire. Skye pouted, but reached out to touch Jemma's impressive chest, marvelling at how well they filled her hands. Jemma shivered; nipples already taut before Skye even touched them. She brought her lips to Jemma's nipple, licking a teasing circle around the pink bud.
Skye's desperate ache came back in full force and she moved to Jemma's blue jeans, unzipping the front and dipping a finger teasingly in, feeling the soft cotton of Jemma's panties. Jemma pressed closer and Skye found her clit, rubbing gently through the material as she continued caressing Jemma's breasts with her tongue. Jemma moved forward, latching onto Skye's neck. Skye shivered, Jemma's tongue caressing against her mating glands in a way that made her spine tingle.
Skye was distracted, and with a surprised squeak she landed on her back, Jemma hovering over her. Jemma continued to latch onto her neck, sucking right over her gland and her pussy practically throbbing at the sensation. Impatiently Skye shrugged off her own jeans and panties at once, tugging them down her hips. Jemma helped, pulling them off her ankles before looking down at her body with a glowing smile.
Jemma glided a knuckle down Skye's chest, stroking along her abdomen before lengthening out to stroke along her dripping folds.
"Exquisite," Jemma observed, languidly stroking along her pussy, but not touching where she needed her most. Skye growled, grabbing Jemma's finger to guide her upwards but Jemma's other hand grabbed Skye's wrists, pinning them to the bed.
A thrill sent up Skye's spine at the dominating gesture, thrusting her hips up against Jemma in retaliation. She wanted to flip them over, have her way with Jemma.
"You'll get your turn," Jemma admonished.
Skye grumbled, but reached up to capture Jemma's lips instead. She pushed her tongue into Jemma's mouth, claiming her with the only way she had left. Jemma moaned, but pulled back. She kissed her way down Skye's chest, pressing one kiss below her ribcage, and then her navel. She paused at a small scar on her hip, pressing a kiss to that one, before settling down between her thighs.
Gently she let go of Skye's wrists and guided Skye to bend her knees. Jemma's hot breath skimmed over her clit and Skye squirmed under Jemma's grip on her thighs. Her clit ached.
Jemma pressed a gentle kiss right over her clit, lips pressed right onto that sweet bundle of nerves.
"Jemma," Skye whined, voice completely breathless. She groaned, desperately rolling her hips to get more of her mouth on her and chase the orgasm that was within her grasp.
Jemma latched onto her clit and she yelped, Jemma sucked firmly, and Skye curled her toes to hold in the overwhelming feeling. Jemma's tongue was wicked, expertly flicking over her clit in little circles with practiced precision. Skye felt the pressure build impossibly fast, shuddering beneath Jemma's tongue.
"Holy shit Jemma!" Skye cried out, clenching her fists into the sheets to keep from crying out louder. Waves of pleasure flooded her body, mouth watering as she felt Jemma bringing her closer to what she'd been craving for days.
Jemma brought a finger to Skye's entrance, pressing there, exploring before pushing in gently. Skye was already tipping over the edge, before Jemma dragged back against her g-spot. She bucked, legs trembling, muscles twitching as the pleasure burst through her. She could swear she saw stars.
Jemma kissed her and Skye pressed as hard as she could into it, moans swallowed by Jemma's lips. She felt something click as the pleasure burst, a warmth in her chest – flooding her and connecting her to Jemma like the roots of a tree. All she could feel, touch, taste was Jemma, and she was addicted.
Jemma pulled back, pressing her forehead gently against Skye's as Skye panted for breath, body relaxed and buzzing with pleasure at the same time. Her head felt floaty, like she was drunk on the bond. She wasn't sure how long she basked in the feeling throbbing through her veins before Jemma pulled back.
Skye sat up, raising an eyebrow at Jemma's lower half still clad in jeans.
"Those, off," she ordered lightly, her voice still slightly shaky from the excess rush.
Jemma raised an eyebrow in return, "Yes alpha," she teased, before shimmying out of those and discarding them amongst Skye's other clothes.
Skye bit her lip as more of Jemma's flesh was revealed, creamy pale skin that looked as smooth as silk on her long legs. She was unblemished, her stomach perfectly smooth but with just a hint of softness. Jemma smiled bashfully at Skye's staring. Skye slid a hand down Jemma's smooth hip, all the way down to her ankle and back again.
She bit her lip, as she caught the glistening apex of Jemma's thighs. Skye breathed deeply, inhaling the sweet scent of Jemma's arousal. The bond between them thrummed and she could feel Jemma's excitement with every caress of her touch.
Jemma's hand came up to cup her cheek and Skye glanced to see Jemma's eyes heady with want.
"Okay," Skye murmured, shifting to get comfortable between Jemma's legs, "I got you."
She didn't tease Jemma, finding her clit easily and pressing her tongue gently to bud with slow licks at first, before finding her rhythm.
Jemma's fingers found Skye's hair and tugged gently, Skye moaned against Jemma's centre, the omega's hips bucking up into her. Skye held her hips down, listening to the keening whimpers of Jemma underneath her tongue.
She twirled her tongue, bringing Jemma the peak with a consistent pattern – her name, of course. Her name written on Jemma's body with the pleasure flooding through her.
Skye added a finger, sunk easily inside Jemma's sopping entrance, the muscles contracting tightly around her finger. She added a second, easily finding Jemma's g-spot with the crook of her finger.
She felt Jemma's body twitch, the hands tightening in her hair. She sucked once on her clit, hard and Jemma came with an adorable little hitched moan. Skye worked her gently through it, the sweet taste of Jemma intoxicating on her tongue.
She pulled away from her pussy, hiding her smug smile into the inside of Jemma's thigh.
"Does that count as coming without permission?" Skye teased, looking up to a flustered Jemma as she pressed a hot kiss to Jemma thigh.
Jemma was still shuddering around her fingers, chest heaving as she gasped for breath.
"I think," she panted, "Just this once. Might be okay."
Skye smiled, gently extracting herself from Jemma before climbing up Jemma's body. She cupped Jemma's chin to titling her up to steal another kiss from her lips – the taste of her still on Jemma's tongue.
"Just the once?" Skye asked with a raised eyebrow and a wicked smile.
Jemma groaned, but tugged Skye's hair to pull her back down towards her mouth in another dominant move. Skye growled in warning and pulled away to nip lightly at Jemma's throat to even them out.
"If you do that trick with your tongue again?" Jemma said, "Then anytime you like."
"I thought you didn't like being a bad girl?" Skye murmured against her ear.
Jemma shivered at the words. Skye brought her hand down to Jemma's pussy, languidly stroking a finger through the sopping folds. Her fingertip skimmed over Jemma's still throbbing clit.
"I don't," Jemma whined, "But we could get permission, right? If we do this again?"
Skye relented, sitting up so she was still straddling the other omega's thighs. She made a show of sighing but smiled to show Jemma she wasn't annoyed, "I suppose we could be good little omega's and get May's permission."
Jemma glanced to the laptop that she'd somehow managed to move to a safe place during Skye's lust-filled haze.
"It's getting late," Jemma announced, propping herself up as much as she could with Skye still on her thighs.
"Stay," Skye said immediately, hating how needy she sounded.
"Of course," Jemma obliged, before tapping Skye's hip pointedly, "Come on, we can hardly sleep like this."
Jemma insisted they clean up properly, sending Skye off to the bathroom. Skye came back in record time, keen to snuggle back up to Jemma, to find Jemma had stripped the sheets and even sorted through her laundry neatly.
"Nesting, are we?" Skye teased the omega.
"Get in," Jemma ordered, ignoring her, "I'll be with you in a moment."
Skye arranged them so she could sleep with as much glorious skin to skin contact as possible, but Jemma seemed just as keen. It was easy to sleep, Jemma's arms coiled around her, legs tangled together. Warm, and safe, and sated (for now).
She slept easier than she had the last two nights combined.