Ever since their 'date', Jemma became increasingly close to Skye. Their study sessions in the library passed by unknowingly fast, and both girls eagerly awaited each coming tuesday and thursday.
Today was thursday, and Skye sat patiently at their usual table for Jemma. Skye was never one to be early for anything, but she couldn't help her self she was so excited to see Jemma.
After what felt like forever, the shorter brunette practically skipped through the library door, beaming at Skye as she made her way over.
"Hi" she whispered shyly, cheeks going pink and an adorable little smile gracing her face.
Skye beamed up at her, "hey."
The two shared a comfortable moment of silence, before Jemma took her seat. She sat impossibly close to Skye, knees bumping, elbows brushing, and shoulders pressed to one another.
Not that Skye minded.
She had been working up the courage to ask the scientist out, but every time she managed to find the words, she was interrupted by someone.
Someone in particular.
Bobbi Morse.
Skye was initially very fond of Bobbi, she was funny and kind upon their first meeting.
However, the gymnast was ever fond of teasing Jemma in a not-so-innocent way. She was constantly sending flirtatious winks her way, or brushing her hand against Jemma's. The other girl didn't seem to mind it either, in fact she looked like she rather enjoyed it.
Skye certainly did not enjoy it.
Jemma leaned into Skye to get a better look at her notebook. From this close she could see the individual freckles scattered under Jemma's brown eyes.
Skye's gaze moved up to Jemma's brown eyes, now she could see tiny flecks of gold sprinkled around the center of her irises. Jemma's eyes were fixated on an equation scribbled down in her notebook.
Skye dropped down to her lips. Jemma's lips were a little dry, unconsciously moving to wet them again Skye found herself mimicking Jemma's movement.
The corners of her mouth turned upward just the slightest. Skye just realized she had not been paying attention and Jemma had just asked her a question.
"Skye?"
"Hmm-What?"
"Did you hear me?" Jemma's cheeks turned pink, yet she did not move from the close proximity.
"No not at all," laughed Skye sincerely, "what ever you just said went completely over my head."
Jemma returned a sheepish smile, but again did not move. Her eyes dropped down to Skye's lips, and then slowly rose back up to her eyes again.
They were so close.
Skye held her breath, she couldn't move. Every muscle in her body froze as she looked to Jemma. The other girl looking shy but eager.
They were so close.
And then Jemma's phone rang.
It startled both girls, shocking them back into place. Barb sent Jemma a death glare from over the top of her newspaper. The British girl mumbled an apology before reaching to answer her phone.
Skye let out a breathe she didn't realize she was holding.
Just before Jemma put the phone to her ear, Skye got a glimpse of the caller I.D.
Of course,
Bobbi Fucking Morse.
Of all people who could've called just now it had to be Bobbi. Why couldn't it have been Mack, or Fitz? Hell, she would much rather it was Ward.
Skye turned back to Jemma, who was attempting to speak as quietly into the phone as possible.
"Shhh, yes Bobbi, I'm in the middle of tutoring -shh yes, with Skye, I'll call you later."
Skye didn't think her cheeks could get any redder. Despite the fact that she had nearly kissed Jemma only to be interrupted by Bobbi, seeing Jemma this flustered was pretty adorable.
"Alright, anyways, let's get back to Chemistry."
"What ever you say Professor" smirked Skye. She had started using the nickname this past week, she wasn't sure wether Jemma minded it or not.
"Seriously, Skye. Our time is almost up today and pretty much the only thing you've written down is," Jemma pulled the notebook closer to her, "The mitochondria is the power house of the cell, and thats not even Chemistry."
Jemma spent their remaining half hour trying to explain to skye positive and negative charges before she finally decided to throw in the towel.
"Alright, I suppose that's enough for today." Simmons huffed, closing her notebook and packing her things away.
"Better luck next time." Skye moved from the table to return her borrowed Chem book to the shelves in the back. Sliding the textbook back into it's place Skye turned, only to face Jemma once again.
"Jesus Jemma! You scared the crap out of me!" blushed Skye.
Jemma didn't say anything. She glanced up at Skye but then quickly dropped her gaze again.
"You okay, Simmons?"
Jemma again said nothing. She shook her head slightly and tilted her chin up still not meeting Skye's gaze.
Smoothing her clammy hands on her jeans, she took a breath in.
Skye just looked at her confused.
Rushing forward Jemma captured Skye's bottom lip between hers. She moved so suddenly Skye tumbled backwards, pulling the two of them back until she roughly hit the bookcase.
Jemma stayed close, falling with her, pinning her to the shelving.
As soon as it happened, Jemma pulled back again. Hands falling at Skye's shoulders, Jemma searched her face for a reaction.
Skye was beyond startled. One minute Jemma was standing in front of her completely silent, the next they were kissing, and now they're back to the beginning.
She could see Jemma's face falling, taking Skye's lack of a response as a rejection. So she did the only thing she could.
Without saying anything, Skye's hands fell to Jemma's cheeks, pulling her back into her. She kissed Jemma the way she's been wanting to since she first walked in the library door.
It was frantic, lips crashing, hands grabbing and pulling. Within moment both girls were out of breath, panting and red in the face.
Taking the moment to catch her breath, Jemma touched her forehead to the taller girl's.
Skye giggled, "So how's that for Chemistry?"