The Bus was dark and silent, only the hum of the engines vibrating through the stillness of the night.

A bunk door noiselessly slid open, before closing back again. The girl who'd slipped out silently padded the few feet over to the next bunk, opening the door to it and slipping inside. Closing the door back behind her, she climbed into bed.

No one on the plane knew.

~FSK~

He rolled over in his sleep, and his body gravitated to the warm body beside him.

He wrapped his arm securely around her, hugging her to him tightly, lightly kissing the hair flowing down the back of her neck as he spooned her and settled deeper into sleep, never waking.

~FSK~

Sleepy kisses were peppering her neck, slowly waking her up.

She should have been more bothered by this than she was, as she was living on a Shield plane now and didn't have a boyfriend anymore who could be doing that, but it felt too good and it was far too early for her to be thinking that clearly, so she just nestled back a little more into the warm, firm body behind her and enjoyed the sensations, hoping she didn't wake up too soon, as it was far too nice of a dream that she never wanted to end.

~FSK~

Something in the back of his mind told him that her hair didn't feel quite right as his lips brushed through it to pepper her neck with soft kisses, but he felt way too comfortable surrounded by warmth from both sides to want to open his eyes yet to find out why.

So he continued to pepper away, waking her in the pleasant way she always liked to be woken, resolutely ignoring the nudging at the back of his mind that was trying to tell him that the girl in his arms didn't quite have the same lavender smell she normally did, that it was more strawberry than he'd ever known her shampoo to be, and that he should be paying just a bit more attention to the fact that he was surrounded by warmth from both sides, instead of just one like normal. But it was too nice to think about little details like that.

~FSK~

It wasn't until the girl in his arms let out a half sigh, half moan, that it suddenly clicked in Fitz's brain that whoever he was wrapped around making moan wasn't Simmons, and he sat up sharply.

His sudden movements sent the girl tumbling off the edge of the bed and onto the floor of his bunk, and also woke up the girl sleeping behind him, between him and the wall of the plane like she always did.

Stroking his back gently, Simmons asked with sleepy concern, "Fitz? You okay? Was it your nightmare of me jumping again?"

But as Fitz continued to just stare down at the floor next to their bed instead of answering her, she rolled over enough to look down herself, to find Skye sprawled out on the floor like she'd just fallen out of the bed, looking up at Fitz with a shocked expression of her own.

Upon seeing the older girl, Skye exclaimed in a rush, "I'm sorry! I definitely didn't—! This isn't—! I didn't do this!"

As Simmons just raised her eyebrow at her, partially at having no clue what the younger girl was talking about, and partially because their newest team-member clearly did do something to be there lying on their floor and previously in their bed, the younger girl hastily amended herself. "Okay, well, I apparently did do it as I'm here, but not on purpose! I swear! I don't even know how I got in here!"

But an idea of what had happened, and how it happened did start formulating in Simmons' mind, so she asked, "Have you ever sleptwalk before?", assuming that was the most likely explanation for the younger girl being in their room, especially considering the fact her bunk was right next to Fitz's.

"Oh — yeah, I used to," replied Skye despondently, looking away from them. "Forgot all about that — it's been years."

"Hey — it's okay," said Simmons softly, causing Skye to look up at her in surprise at not being scolded and demanded to leave. "I'm not upset with you."

"How? I slept with your — well, whatever you and Fitz are, but you're obviously something since you're sleeping in his bed with him."

Simmons looked over at Fitz, and as they looked back and forth at each other for several seconds, Skye could tell they were having one of their psychically linked conversations — but as she wasn't psychically linked to them, she had no clue what they were discussing. But a second later, Simmons turned back to her, and said, "Come back up here, and we'll try to explain."

Skye looked at them curiously, but did as the older girl asked, as Fitz scooted down towards the foot of the bed a little and Simmons fully sat up at the head of the bed, leaving a small space between them for Skye to sit.

As soon as she had sat down, her legs brushing up against both of theirs given how little space they'd given her to squeeze in between them, Simmons leaned forward into Skye's side, Simmons' breasts nestling around Skye's arm though the thin camisole Simmons had been sleeping in.

Then Simmons brought her lips close to Skye's ear, whispering, "You see, the thing is—"

But the next moment, instead of Simmons continuing whatever she was saying, Skye felt Simmons' lips press softly right below her ear, and Fitz's hand start rubbing her back gently. Skye couldn't help the moan that escaped her lips as Simmons started nibbling lightly on her ear, a moan which Fitz took as permission to brush her hair out of the way and press his own lips against her neck on the other side, pulling another soft moan out of her. She knew she should stop them, ask what the hell was going on, but it just felt too good, and they clearly weren't opposed, so she let them continue.

But as Fitz's hand that wasn't on her back slid across her stomach and cupped her breast, and his lips kissed their way across her jaw and neared her lips, she finally had to pull back.

To their credit, as soon as she even pulled away from them slightly, they both immediately pulled back as well, Fitz's hand dropping from her breast to her thigh, his hand on her back stopping its soothing rubbing motions, though remaining on her back. Struggling to collect her breath, Skye asked, "What is this?"

"What do you want it to be?" Simmons asked back softly. "This can be as little or much as you want."

"You asked how Simmons could be so calm after waking up to find you in our bed," picked up Fitz. "This is how — We aren't opposed to opening our bed to another girl we're both attracted to. Whether that's a single light snogging after she sleepwalks into our bunk, a full-fledged girlfriend, or anything in-between, is entirely up to you."

"Or you can leave, go back to your bunk, and we'll all pretend like this never happened," finished Simmons. "And you don't have to decide now what you want at any point in the future, either. We don't want to pressure you into anything you aren't comfortable with, and it seems like we'll all be on this plane together for the foreseeable future, so there's certainly no rush."

Skye didn't say anything for several seconds, but didn't make any motion to move either, before finally asking, "How did you know I'd be okay with you kissing me? On the neck the first time — everything after that I suppose my reactions gave you all the answers and encouragement you needed to keep going."

"Please — I have eyes," admonished Simmons lightly. "I've seen you checking me out as much as you've been checking out Fitz. The way your heart rate increases when I lean in close to you, or touch you on the arm for whatever reason — I am a biologist after all. I don't know if you're into girls in general, or just happen to like me, but with you not even vaguely shying away with both our legs touching yours, my boobs pressing into your arm, and my lips breathing into your ear, it was a chance I was willing enough to take."

"And then we just went off your reactions until you wanted us to stop," added Fitz.

Simmons reached her hand up to rest lightly on Skye's upper arm, her thumb lightly caressing the bare skin for a few moments, before asking softly, "So what do you want — at least at the moment?"

As Skye thought over the new world this could open up for her, she couldn't have been happier that she'd started sleepwalking again.