""The skirt is short on purpose." Skimmons :)"

disclaimed

the one where there's a scheduled date night

...

"Skye," Jemma calls from the bathroom, the light spilling out over the carpet. "Have you seen my necklace?"

From across the room, where Skye's currently staring at her closet with utter confusion—she has to have something to wear, right?—she calls back, "Which one?"

"Oh! The one you gave me for my birthday?"

She looks around the bedroom once, twice, eyes sweeping over the small space before she spots the pendant on the dresser. "It's in here," she says, turning back to the closet. "What are you wearing tonight?"

God they're so old. They have scheduled date nights. They're like—old. That might possibly be Skye's fault, really, since she missed three dates in a row due to missions, so now—well.

Whatever. She gets to go out with her fantastic girlfriend and make old white guys uncomfortable, so scheduled date nights are fine. She fishes out a dress from the back.

"Well," Jemma says, coming out of the bathroom and padding closer. "You can just see?"

Skye turns, dress in hand and wow, yeah, that's—

"Oh, jesus," she stutters.

It's a very, very short skirt. A very short, leather skirt? Skye's not sure she's still breathing, because Jemma's legs look very long and her hand is on her hip, jutting out to one side, and yeah, wow, they haven't had sex in, like, a month, and this is a look she could get used to, Skye thinks.

Holy shit.

"Do you like it?" her girlfriend grins, twirling, and yeah, it's doing great things for her from all angles and Skye's really aware of the fact that she's still just in her underwear, so it'd be really easy to take that off and—

"Uh—," she stammers, staring. "Yeah." She gulps. "It's—uh. Very short."

Jemma pads forward–no, she saunters, hips swinging, and Skye's not sure if she's ever felt like this? She's not sure if she's breathing.

"The skirt's short on purpose," Jemma breathes, reaching Skye and leaning up, looping her arms around her neck. She kisses her, tantalizingly slow and—

well, that's when the earthquake starts.

"Oh," Jemma hisses, springing back. "Oh damn!"

"Oh my god," Skye balls her hands into fists. "Oh my fucking god."

"Deep breaths!" Jemma tells her, running into the bathroom and coming back out in a robe. "There—is that—is it better, now?"

The rumbling stills. "Oh my god," Skye repeats. "Shit, I'm sorry."

"No, no," Jemma insists, coming back to her, hands gentle on her arms. "It's my fault—it was stupid of me to pull this."

"I mean—," Skye smirks. "That skirt is a lot of things, but it is definitely not stupid."

"You're ridiculous!" Jemma checks her over for injuries, admonishing as she goes. "You just lost control for the first time in years, and you're still thinking about the skirt?"

Skye drops her forehead to Jemma's shoulder, mumbles, "It's a very memorable skirt." She kisses her girlfriend's shoulder gently, the bare skin smooth and warm, and it's been a very, very long month. When Jemma's satisfied that there are no major injuries, she steps back, and, for a moment, the two women stare at each other, a bit in shock from what's transpired.

That's when Skye notices the red lipstick, the carefully straightened hair. "Were you—?" Jemma blushes. "Oh my god," Skye breathes. "You were trying to seduce me."

"I—" Jemma stammers. "I am offended that you would even—I don't need to seduce—that is rude!"

"You totally were!" Skye laughs, dancing away and pointing at her girlfriend. Is she acting like a child? Yes. Does she care right now? No. "You were trying to seduce me!" she sings.

"I—" Jemma huffs, placing her hands on her hips and pouting. The robe falls open a little, and normally Skye would totally be distracted, but this is too rich, honestly, just too rich. "I just wanted to do something nice!" she cries, throwing her hands up in the air. "You've been away so much, and even when you're here, half the time I'm in the lab—." She starts to pace, biting at her nails in agitation and Skye manages to beat back enough of her laughter to feel bad.

"Hey," Skye catches her by the arm on one of her loops. "This was really sweet. Grossly sweet."

"Are you calling me gross?"

"Always," Skye kisses Jemma's nose, which she scrunches up in a grossly adorable manner. "You're the grossest, sweetest, hottest girlfriend that a girl could ask for." Jemma grins—leans up and kisses her soundly, smiling into it.

Jemma breaks the kiss, leaning back. "Alright. Our reservation is in an hour, so we need to get changed."

"I mean—," Skye spins away, back towards the closet. "Just because I know about the seduction doesn't necessarily mean it will be less effective." She hides her face, grinning as she shuffles through her side of the closet. "Just saying."

From somewhere behind her, Skye hears a laugh.