Scratch that, Skye definately still hated Chemistry.
She quite enjoyed the company, with Jemma hovering over her it was difficult to concentrate. Not to mention she had absolutely no interest in ionic bonds or what ever the hell Mr. Garrett was talking about.
She had to give Jemma credit though, she was dedicated to the cause.
"Lets try it again Skye, if an atom has 11 protons and 12 neutrons it's atomic number will be..?"
"uhm...1?"
Jemma sighed once again, "No, it's 11. The atomic number is the number or protons in the nucleus."
"Oh, okay, so I was just confusing protons and electrons, cause they cancel each other out, right?"
"Yes! That's good you're making progress. Protons are positively charged, while electrons are negative." Jemma seemed relieved. At least Skye was making some sort of progress.
From over Skye's shoulder, Jemma smiled down at the taller girl. Caught up in her eyes, Skye hadn't realized how long she was staring until Jemma until the British girl began to blush and looked away.
Skye's face mimicked Jemma's as they both tried to gather themselves.
"You're doing really well, Skye."
Skye returned her gaze to Jemma, the other girl was sincere "It's all thanks to you". The two girls sat close to each other, gazing into their eyes with warm smiles.
"I just hope I'll do well enough on the test tomorrow" stated Skye, snapping back to reality.
"Oh shush now, you'll be amazing! Look at all this hard work you've been doing, you'll do great!" Skye took Jemma's reassurance to heart, but before she could offer her thanks, Barb annoyingly cleared her throat. It was getting late, the Library would be closing soon, yet Skye felt like she still needed more practice.
It seemed Jemma had read her mind, "If you'd like more study time before your test, you can come home with me and we can continue there?"
Oh boy.
The thought about Simmons asking her to 'come home with her' had Skye thinking about completely different subjects, perhaps anatomy even.
"Uh...Yeah, sure, totally" stumbled Skye, "I mean, yeah, for practice-for Chemistry." She couldn't help the blush, her mind had jumped straight into the gutter and Skye was having trouble getting it out.
"Alright, you can follow my car to get there."
All along the 15 minute drive to Jemma's house, Skye frantically tried to prepare some sort of charming way to great Jemma's parents. Skye felt woefully ill-prepared for such an innocent little gesture.
Just go over to your crush's house to study, it'll be fun they said. Fucking liars.
Skye was beyond nervous when she finally pulled in behind Jemma. The shorter brunette had already gotten out of her car and began unlocking the front door.
"My parents aren't home right now. They're gone for the next two weeks. Some sort of convention in Beijing." Skye wasn't sure if that made her more or less nervous.
Jemma quickly wandered off to what Skye assumed was the kitchen and returned with two sodas, offering one to Skye.
"We can just head up to my room."
Oh dear lord this girl is going to kill me.
Skye tentatively followed her tutor inside. Jemma's house was large, the kind of house you would expect from a family of two doctors. Despite it's size, Jemma regarded the house as though it were an average single family home, and not the mini-mansion to which Skye compared it.
"My room is upstairs, come on, I'll show you." Something about the sweet little smirk Simmons cast Skye sent butterflies on a rampage inside of her.
She may also have been flustered by the view she was given when she followed Simmons up the stairs. She wasn't complaining, but it was hard for Skye to keep her thoughts clean at this moment.
"Here we are!" The goofy grin on Jemma's face wiped away any promiscuous thoughts Skye may have had. Right now she just felt like kissing her forever.
Jemma's room was pale blue. It had several floor to ceiling bookshelves filled with all kinds of texts: Medical dictionaries, Published Scientific Theories, and the complete Harry Potter Series.
Her desk was neat, a large silver lamp sat beside a clean pad of paper, a new laptop sat at an angle beside it. A cork board hung above displaying, post-it-note reminders "Prosciutto, buffalo mozzarella, hint of homemade presto aioli", pictures of Jemma smiling with Fitz and who she assumed were Jemma's parents.
Jemma immediately flopped down on her bed with a huff, Skye hesitated before joining her.
"All right, let's get down to business."
It had been about an hour and a half before the two girls abandoned their books. Skye argued that 'there's only so much preparation you can do before you have to admit defeat, Jemma'. Jemma had begrudgingly accepted the reality of the situation after her third attempt t explaining covalent bonds.
"So what do we do now" questioned Jemma. They had come to rest on the floor at the foot of the bed, Jemma's head resting on Skye's shoulder.
"We could give it a break, do something that doesn't make me want to die" joked Skye, Simmons rolled her eyes playfully.
"Fine, I suppose it wouldn't hurt." Skye looked back to the photos above Jemma's desk, specifically the one of just Jemma and Fitz.
"So, Fitz, is he like...you're boyfriend, or something?" Skye really hoped he wasn't.
"OH GOD NO," Jemma nearly choked on her drink, "sorry, no. Fitz is like my best friend."
Skye really hoped her sigh of relief wasn't noticeable, "Besides we're both like, extremely gay."
It was Skye's turn to choke, Jemma furrowed her eyebrows and suddenly looked displeased.
"Oh, no I'm sorry, I didn't do that because your gay, well yeah I did, I just mean I didn't expect it."
Typically Skye was able to remain calm and stoic, but clearly this adorable nerd reduced her to a frantic muttering mess. The chemist still didn't look pleased.
"I'm gay too" was all she could manage after. Thankfully it seemed to lighten Jemma's mood. Soon the conversation became light and easy. They talked about everything, where Jemma wanted to go to College, Skye's home before, the struggles of being gay in High School.
"I'm sorry about the way I reacted earlier, I didn't mean to upset you." admitted Skye shyly.
Jemma smiled genuinely at her, "It's alright."
"It just took me by surprise."
Jemma cocked her head to one side, "Do I not give off a gay vibe?" she joked.
Skye laughed, "No not really, besides, gay-dar is totally not a thing."
"It most definately is!"
"What? No, you can't just look at someone and tell if they're gay, that's just a stupid myth!" Skye was taken aback.
"Oh, I bet you it is, I have a great one!"
"Oh you bet, do you? Be warned I take my bets seriously."
Simmons held her gaze, not breaking eye contact, "So do I."
Skye was utterly thrown off guard. Clearly, she had not known Jemma very well yet, this sudden flirty tone came out of seemingly nowhere.
"Alright, this weekend, you and I are going out somewhere to make this thing serious."
"Deal, we can go to the mall, that'll be a good place to start."
"What do I get if I win?" questioned Skye, she knew exactly what she wanted, but she didn't feel bold enough to ask for it.
Jemma snickered, "IF you win, you mean. What do you want?"
You, a kiss, a date, you. "You have to do my Chemistry homework for a week."
The British girl looked insulted, "Fine, but when I win, you have to come over and help me alphabetize my collection of published medical and scientific papers."
"That doesn't sound fair, how many papers could you possibly have?"
Jemma pointed across the room to a large file cabinet spilling over with papers.
Oh, never mind.
This sounded like a pretty good deal to Skye, if she won, Jemma had to come over and do her homework, if she lost she had to go over to Jemma's and spend more time with her. It was a Win-Win.
"Alright Ms. Simmons, you have yourself a deal." Skye extended her right hand, which Simmons accepted.
The shorter girl turned away from Skye, reaching for the remote she half crawled away, leaving Skye with a really good view of her backside. Skye's face turned pink, and she looked away quickly.
Returning with the remote, Jemma draped a blanket over the two of them as she turned on the t.v.
"Movie?"
"Yeah, sure."
The Avengers was on, Jemma looked to Skye asking her if she was okay with the movie choice. Skye nodded.
Halfway into the movie, Jemma let out a huff, "Scarlett Johansson is seriously gorgeous."
"Oh my god I know. Gotta say, I'm loving the red hair."
Simmons turned to face her, "Is red hair your thing?"
"What?" The taller girl was confused.
"You know, do you prefer redheads over other hair colors?" She looked serious, like Skye's answer would somehow effect the weight of the universe.
"I mean, yeah it's attractive, but I don't know, I'd say I prefer brunettes."
Jemma's expression lightened, she looked visibly relieved.
"Me too."
Skye smirked down at the adorable girl beside her. Jemma's head laid against Skye's chest, one hand wrapped around her bicep, and the other resting across Skye's abdomen. Her eyelids began to flutter shut.
Skye could stay till the movie ended, she wouldn't disturb the other girl until it was absolutely necessary.
She was sure her father would understand.