this will probably end up in the hp!skimmons au i'm writing
who knows
"skimmons + "you want me to do what?""
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the one where they're students at hogwarts
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"You want me to do what?"
Skye eyes her wand as if it's a snake. A poisonous, deadly snake. Jemma can't be serious.
"I mean—," Jemma huffs. "You'll never get any better unless you practice."
"I'm not going to levitate you, Jem," Skye sighs, nudging her wand.
Her girlfriend makes a face. "This is the one spell you've not yet mastered," Jemma explains patiently. "You need to know this." She hesitates for a moment, and then asks, "What's really wrong?"
So many things. So many, many things. Namely that her fantastic, wonderful girlfriend has obviously forgotten the vast amount of dropped books and cracked tumblers from their early days at Hogwarts, when Skye still thought it was a good idea to practice charms on things heavier than a feather.
"What if I drop you?" Skye blurts out. "Or send you too high and you hit your head on the ceiling?" She picks at the edge of her thumb, wincing when a bead of blood appears.
Jemma makes a disapproving noise, frowning as she leans across the table to take Skye's hands in her own. "I trust you," she says earnestly. "Love, I trust you more than anyone."
She's honestly too sweet. Skye knows that she's too good for her. So she stands, taking her hands away from Jemma briefly as she walks around to her side of the table and throwing a leg over her lap, straddling her. She cradles Jemma's face in her hands, kissing her softly. "You're grossly sweet, you know?" Skye grins, kissing Jemma's nose.
"Well, I mean—," Jemma stutters, cheeks pink, hands coming to rest on Skye's hips out of instinct. Skye plays with Jemma's tie, loosening it a little at a time.
Which is about when Jemma catches on.
"Oh. Oh, no you don't," Jemma exclaims, smacking at Skye's hands. "You can't just kiss me to get out of school work!"
"Can I kiss you because I love you?" Skye asks innocently, smiling sweetly.
"Cheeky," Jemma warns, though she doesn't push Skye off of her lap. In fact, her hands move to Skye's thighs, rucking up her skirt as they slide over Skye's skin.
Skye grins.
Score.
"I'll levitate you in an hour?" Skye offers, giggling when Jemma blows a raspberry on her neck, grumbling intelligibly.