Jemma race through the library, tugging Skye along with her. Dashing past their table, Jemma stopped briefly to collect their backpacks, slinging her's over her shoulder.
Barb looked less then pleased, her knitting coming to a stop, eyes glaring from over the rim on her pink spectacles.
Out of the library, down the hall, and into the parking lot, Jemma never slowed. Skye smiling, cheeks red and laughing, just managing to keep up with the shorter girl.
"Jemma, woah, slow down!"
Simmons ignored her, she eagerly flew to her parked car, throwing her things inside and finally turning to face Skye.
"You okay Simmons?" Even now, red faced and flustered, Skye looked radiant to her.
Jemma was riled up, she absolutely needed to kiss Skye again. Whatever courage came over her in the library had suddenly increased. Jemma felt invincible around Skye.
Roughly grabbing the collar of Skye's shirt, Jemma tugged the taller girl into a heated kiss. Skye hesitated for a moment, before responding fully, pushing Jemma against the side of her car.
"Wait-" Jemma stopped suddenly, Skye sounded hesitant, "What is this?"
Simmons was at a loss for words. For someone who had a habit of rambling on when she was flustered, it was strange to suddenly be unable to speak.
"Is this just a casual thing, or are you serious?" the weight of Skye's words fell on Jemma's shoulders.
She was absolutely positive that she wanted Skye, in every way possible. She wanted to hold her hand in the hallway, go out to dinner with her, kiss her in the intimate lighting of a movie screen in a dark room, spend the night with her, and wake up to her in the morning after.
But right now Jemma had trouble telling her al of those things. So she remained silent, gazing up into Skye's dark eyes, lost in thought.
"Alright, I get it." Skye's words suddenly woke Jemma from her thoughts, "I should get going then, Dad will wonder where I've been."
Skye pulled away, moving to return to her own car.
"No!"
Jemma's sudden outburst startled Skye.
"No, I mean, I like you, a lot. I just suddenly felt really courageous, and I've wanted to kiss you for a while now, and I wasn't expecting you to respond to it, so when you did I kinda freaked out and got super into it and sorta forgot where I was, so I thought we could go back to my house again, but now I'm unsure if you're still into that and I-"
Jemma was suddenly aware of Skye's proximity to her. At some point during her rambling, Skye had moved closer to Jemma, till now where she stood, inches from her.
Again the scientist found herself at a loss for words.
Skye's nose bumped against her own, foreheads coming to rest against each other.
Skye's tentative hand came to cup Jemma's cheek slightly, the shorter girls eyelids feeling heavy.
"I like you too" she whispered. Lips finally meeting, Jemma wrapped her arms around the taller girls neck, tangling in dark hair.
Skye's left hand pulled Jemma in closer by the hip, while the other gently caressed her cheek.
Before they knew it, the kiss turned heated, finding themselves resting against the driver's side door of Jemma's Honda.
Jemma clutched the Key fob in her hand, accidentally pressing into one of the buttons.
The sudden commotion of the car's panic system shocked both girls, flying off the car and onto the pavement below.
Frantically pressing the deactivate button, Jemma came to realize she had fallen on top of Skye, in a rather suggestive manner.
"I, uh- we should, go, to my house." stuttered Jemma, eyelids heavy and pupils dilated.
Skye reflected the same expression, "Yes we should." husked skye, leaning up to capture Jemma's lips in a slow kiss.
The car ride was short, Jemma drove as fast as she legally could, flying around corners, hands gripping the wheel so tight her knuckles flushed white.
Skye had been silent, staring at her deeply. Tracing the curve of her nose, the dip of her chin, the rise and fall of her chest. Her clavicles were exposed, Skye resisted the urge to trace them with her fingertips, fearing Jemma may crash the vehicle in response.
The girls eagerly flung themselves out of Jemma's car, racing to the front door.
Skye had enough courtesy to kick off her shoes at the front door, practically bounding up the steps to Jemma's room. The shorter girl beat her to the room, pulling Skye in by the hands and shoving her roughly against the door.
"Woah, Jemma Simmons, did not expect you to be so aggressive," smirked Skye. Jemma blushed, easing back slightly and looking at her feet. "I like it."
Jemma smiled sheepishly at her, before it grew into more of a smug grin. Skye hardly noticed, to focused on returning to kissing the beautiful girl before her.
"You know, you do owe me." smirked Jemma.
"What?"
"I won our bet, fair and square."
"Oooo and what do you want from me." grinned Skye mischievously.
"We already established the terms Skye."
Skye stopped, eyes widening into disbelief, "Are you serious? You want me to alphabetize your papers right now?"
Jemma giggled, "No, of course not." Returning to the other girl, sliding her hands up Skye's shoulders, bringing her in for another slow and deliberate kiss.
Sorry for such a late update. I've been pretty busy with work.
Let me know what you guys think of this chapter, should I continue with some more R rated scenes after this?
Thanks for reading!