"So I was thinking," Skye says when she's sitting down in front of her laptop with the Hulk mug. By now she has three screens set up: her laptop and two separate screens. One is filled with coding, one runs Netflix and the third one shows a Skype feed of Jemma, who's slacking on the couch after putting Sarah to bed.

Skye's feet are propped up on the desk, her head almost drowns in a far too big headset that hangs around her neck and every now and then she pushes her glasses up her nose again – something Jemma especially finds adorable.

"You were thinking?" Jemma asks when it is obvious that Skye has lost track of the conversation when she sits up all of a sudden and types at her keyboard furiously. The lines of coding on the screen change and Skye grumbles.

"Yeah, I can't get this right. Anyway, I was thinking maybe you want to go out to have drinks, maybe you just want to stay in on my couch and watch Netflix, and maybe you want to go out to have a nice dinner. And then I realised that I have no idea what we should do for our very first official date."

"I don't know, Skye. Just spending time with you sounds really nice."

"That's what I was thinking, but when Sarah is eighteen she's going to ask: so what was your most fun first date ever? Was it with Skye? And I want you to answer her 'yes, my first date with Skye was the very best first date ever'. So there's that."

"Skye..."

"So I don't know. I don't want it to be unlike us. I mean we painted my living room together and I baked pancakes for your daughter's birthday party after all. So we do know each other, but I do want to do something nice."

"Skye, shut up for a moment. You're rambling and not making much sense."

"Sorry." Skye jerks her head up to her webcam and looks Jemma straight in the eye. Or as much as that is possible, considering they are watching each other on a screen anyway.

"I have an idea."

"You do? Because I have been trying to think of something for four days now."

"Yes, let me surprise you. Are you free this Saturday? I can arrange for Fitz to look after Sarah for a while."

Skye nods and smiles wide when Jemma grins. "I'll pick you up at seven."

"Okay, seven it is."

They talk about nothing in particular and everything interesting until it is very much time to go to sleep and Skye's almost nodding off right there and then at her desk.

It's two days since Skye rambled over Skype to Jemma about their official first date. They had seen each other the day before and shared a coffee when Skye surprised Jemma at work, pretending to be someone who came to fix a server. It was very convincing.

Skye is standing in her best black – and matching – underwear at five, trying to figure out what she should wear. The whole underwear thing she got down, that wasn't much of a problem. But the rest of her outfit was a different thing. She could choose from a lot of different styles after all. Useless lesbian (it involved a lot of flannels), casual (but not like sweatpants casual), and chic (but she didn't really feel like wearing a dress or a suit). So she decides to ask and whips out her phone.

SkyeDo I need to wear something fancy?

JemmaNo, just bring a jacket. You should be comfortable.

SkyeWe R going on a date, right?

JemmaJust trust me on this one.

SkyeOkidoki. Whatever you say, boss.

And that's about as much information as Skye gets. You should be comfortable. Okay, so definitely not a dress or a suit. Eventually she opts for black skinny jeans with boots and a nice dress shirt, topping it off with a bowtie, because why not, Skye thinks. It's a quarter to seven when she's done applying make-up and making her hair look extra curly and soft.

Just when she's finished putting her stuff in the pockets of her leather jacket, the doorbell rings and Skye can't help but skip to the door. She's too excited.

"Hi," she says breathlessly when she opens the door and sees Jemma, "You look absolutely beautiful."

"Hello, Skye. Much like yourself."

Jemma is wearing tight fitting jeans and a cardigan over a blouse. It's a classical Jemma combination, really.

"You're even wearing a tie," Skye says when stepping outside into the breeze and closes the door behind her.

"Well, yes. It makes it just that bit more fancy. And you're wearing a bowtie, so you shouldn't say much."

"Can I kiss you? Or should we save that for the end of the date?"

"Oh shut up." Jemma laughs and stands on her tiptoes to kiss Skye softly, who wraps her arms around her waist.

"Where are we going?"

"I'm not telling you. It's not far, let's go walk."

"It's a surprise, Skye. Shush," Jemma laughs and wraps her arm around the taller girl's waist when she asks for what could be the tenth time where they are going.

"I'm just too curious." Skye pouts and gives Jemma her best rendition of puppy eyes she can manage.

"I'm not falling for that."

Skye just leans down and buries her nose in Jemma's hair while trying to continue walking gracefully – which isn't entirely working out – until she realises where they are headed.

"Oh please tell me we're going there!" Skye practically jumps at the sight that lays ahead of her.

The air is filled with the smell of sugar and caramel, popcorn and the endless lights are immediately distracting to Skye.

"We are."

"You know, I didn't peg you as the type that would like to go to carnivals."

Jemma shrugs with one shoulder and grins. "I do, actually. Plus I realised that you sometimes behave like a five year old, so this would be the place for you."

"You are too good to me, Jemma Simmons." Skye laughs and giddily takes Jemma's hand, practically dragging her onto the carnival site.

The sun slowly sets behind the horizon and Skye is in fact glad that she asked Jemma what she should be wearing. She's perfectly fine wearing her jacket and is glad that she's always learnt to layer, so she would keep warm. And besides that she's like a human microwave: she doesn't get cold easily. Plus there's the advantage of having a cute girl pressed into your side at all times.

"You do realise this is awfully unhealthy, right?" Jemma states matter-of-factly when Skye takes a huge bite from her cotton candy. "Plus you got stuff all over your face. You're all sticky."

"I'm gonna kiss you, so you get all sticky," Skye says teasingly and quickly grabs Jemma before she can back away. The tiny scientist smiles into the kiss anyway, but pushes Skye away soon enough.

"You are too sticky, Skye. I can't handle it." They both grin stupidly when Jemma plucks off a piece and lets it melt on her tongue.

Time passes easily. They spend their minutes by a shooting booth, where Skye proves to be a natural. Probably because of her hours playing Halo and Call of Duty, but it wins her a small bear for Jemma, who just rolls her eyes and mumbles 'such a cliché' and accepts it happily nonetheless.

They eat caramelised apples, a hotdog, and popcorn, ride one of the roller coasters and actually buy the photograph that's taken there, just because it shows Skye wrapped in one of Jemma's arms because she's too terrified. So much for her cool exterior, Jemma giggled then, which earned her a scowl. Jemma makes well up for it when she's the one curled into Skye at the haunted house when they are continuously being scared out of their pants. They buy that picture, too.

"I want to do something corny," Skye suddenly says when she wakes from her trail of thoughts and whips out her iPhone, opening the front camera.

"What are you doing?"

"Just look cute, you can do that," Skye grins and holds out her arm.

"You are not taking a selfie of our first date."

"I am. We took pictures of painting my house and we took pictures at Sarah's birthday. We should take a picture of this. It's nice. I want to make a selfie."

"I'm not going to look cute though, Skye. This is one of your shenanigans and you know how I feel about these."

Skye just laughs and gently pokes Jemma in the side gently before pressing a sloppy kiss to her cheek while taking the photo.

"See, you do look cute."

Jemma scrunches her nose and shakes her head. "No. That's awful. Let me take one."

"And here I thought you didn't want to take a selfie," Skye teases, but hands over her phone anyway.

"Now you look adorable. You can do that right, or are you only going to look sarcastic?" Jemma teases back and Skye huffs.

"I'll try. Just count down from three."

Jemma counts down and Skye realises she's going to reverse the picture Skye just took: Skye looking goofy this time, while Jemma kisses her cheek. Skye turns her head the moment Jemma says 'one' and lands her lips with Jemma, who moans softly in surprise when that happens. Skye smiles into the kiss before pressing two quick kisses to her lips and pulls back.

Jemma looks at her with puffed up cheeks and a furious blush on her face. "You're insufferable."

"Let me see the photo though, maybe that'll change your mind?"

She quickly taps some things on the phone and turns the screen so that Skye can see it too.

"It's actually cute."

"It is."

"We did it. We are cute," Jemma laughs and presses a sloppy kiss to Skye's cheek before dancing off.

It's not long after that when the air starts to cool down too much and most of the people are starting to go home, that the two of them decide to head homewards as well.

"I know how this is going to sound, but do you want my jacket?" Skye asks and glances at Jemma, who has a blush creeping on her cheeks, "You can say yes if you want. It's fine, I'm warm anyway."

"If you're not going to be cold, then please. I should have taken my own advice."

"You should." Skye laughs and shrugs out of her jacket before slipping it onto Jemma and taking hold of her hand, lacing their fingers together.

Jemma smiles down at their interlocked fingers and squeezes gently. "Thank you."

"I had fun tonight," Skye says quietly and with a soft smile before jumping over a crack in the sidewalk.

"Me too. I kind of don't want this evening to end."

"Neither. Was it your best first date ever, then?" Skye asks, semi-mockingly and nudges Jemma's shoulder, who just laughs.

"Yes, maybe. We're here," Jemma answers and stops suddenly, jerking Skye back, "I told you it wasn't far."

"I guess I didn't realise how short our walk was then, no."

Skye walks Jemma to her front door where they stand awkwardly next to each other one Jemma has pushed it open. It is one of those times where they both know that what they have is good, that it's something solid and that they'll continue seeing each other, but for some reason they need to have that confirmed. It's the whole first date thing, Skye decides. She could kiss Jemma anytime and the tiny scientist would absolutely be fine with it, but it was their first date. And officially you shouldn't kiss after a first date – a rule that both Jemma and Skye had broken numerous times. But they had already kissed, plenty of times. Especially on this doorstep.

"Right... Okay, well I had fun. I will call you tomorrow," Jemma breathes eventually, her breath forming clouds in the air between them.

"Me too. I'll be waiting for that call," Skye smiles and decides to lean in anyway, thinking Jemma must have had the same idea when their lips clash together. Numb fingers from the cold find hot skin easily, sending shivers down Skye's spine and making Jemma's head spin.

This kiss is different from all the kisses they have had. It was hot from all the sexual tension that had slowly built up between them over days, it was slightly wet and sloppy because of the few beers they had drank and it was intoxicatingly sweet, mostly from the cotton candy.

Skye's breath hitches when Jemma softly nips at her bottom teeth and a low moan escapes from her throat.

"Jem..." she whispers between kisses and the tiny scientist smiles against her lips, causing their teeth to clink once.

"Yes?"

"You're going to be the end of me."

"Will you come inside?" Jemma's breath is hot against Skye's throat, thinking twice before kissing her there out in the open on her doorstep and Skye nods.

Before the door is properly closed Skye has Jemma pinned against it carefully, arching herself into her.

"We're not going to make it upstairs if you keep doing that," Jemma pants when Skye's nose forces her to crane her neck so she can press open mouthed kisses to her throat.

Skye groans and pulls back reluctantly before running a hand through her hair and kissing Jemma hard for the last time.

"I told you you'd be the end of me," Skye says. Her lips are swollen from the kissing, her hair is tousled and her pupils are blown, but Jemma doesn't think she a) looks any better, and b) has seen anything more attractive.

Skye starts by kicking off her shoes in the hall while walking away, leaving Jemma slouched against the door, turning around and untying her bow before dropping it to the floor at the bottom of the stairs.

With each step she takes upstairs she unbuttons her shirt a bit more and glances over her shoulder.

"Are you coming? Or am I just going to get undressed and sleep in your bed while you stand there?" Skye grins and Jemma scrunches her nose.

"Of course not; I just like watching you undress."

"That too can happen upstairs, lovely. Come here," Skye says with her dress shirt half unbuttoned and reaches out for Jemma from halfway the stairs. She pushes herself upright and quickly makes her way over, taking two steps at a time to catch up with the computer genius and nudges her to urge her upstairs.

Jemma has seen Skye undress once before at their impromptu sleepover. But this is different. This feels different. Jemma even thinks that she looks different in the dim light.

"Can I touch you?" Jemma asks softly when Skye turns to her while unbuttoning the rest of her shirt, tossing it aside. Skye just nods.

She's beautiful, Jemma thinks, while running her fingers over her. Her muscles are well defined for some reason unknown to Jemma, because she spends a lot of time watching Netflix and eating popcorn, but it's there nonetheless. The soft ridges of her abdomen, the smooth curve of her sides and breasts – Jemma swallows hard when Skye's breath hitches – the soft slope of her shoulders and neck and then her oh so familiar face. Jemma could watch her for hours.

"Here, let me," Skye whispers and carefully and patiently strips all the clothes off her, leaving her in just her underwear. Skye lets Jemma take off her pants then and they both just stand there, their mouths half open, unable to take in the view all at once.

Skye is just in awe of how anyone could be like this. Everything about Jemma looks soft and feminine, everything is perfectly in shape but nothing is hard around the edges. Freckles grace her skin here and there and Skye would paint constellations between them if she could, but she's just a hopeless romantic and not a painter, so she quickly realises that's not possible.

She smiles softly and reaches out for Jemma, stepping closer to her and closing the space between them, pressing their bodies flush together. It's warm on warm and soft against a little less soft, but it forms a nice contrast.

"You're so beautiful," Jemma whispers while tucking a strand of hair behind Skye's ear, who blushes then for the first time. Jemma smiles lopsidedly and slowly kisses her way from Skye's lips, along her jaw to her collarbone, where she sucks, and Skye gasps at the sensation.

"Are you sure, Jems?" Skye asks with a shaky voice when her kisses trail down and beneath her breasts and she's pretty sure her knees will buckle soon. She trails her nails over Jemma's sides, who stands up and smiles at her lovingly.

"Yes Skye, I am. Are you?"

"Yes."

That's all Skye really needs to pick her up while kissing her deep, her tongue tracing her lips before immediately granted access, and to carefully lay her down on the sheets. Hovering over her Skye's hair tickles her skin and she softly lowers herself onto Jemma, who softly gasps at the weight of Skye settling down between her legs.