A.N. Haha, no real plot here, just an idea I had to get out...
XX
"Mmm," Skye moans softly. "God, Jem, you feel so good." She's standing behind Jemma and has both arms wrapped around her body, one hand shoved down her skirt, and the other in her bra. They are alone in the lab and Skye is itching to bend Jemma over the table and fuck her senseless.
Jemma groans and drops both hands flat onto the lab table, causing her unbuttoned shirt to drop off one shoulder. She presses herself further back into Skye's body, her head falling back onto her shoulder.
Skye smirks, leaning forward enough to sink her teeth gently into the newly exposed curve of Jemma's neck, loving the way it makes her gasp. Her fingers tease over already damp cotton panties and she bites her lip as she presses her fingers over Jemma's clit. It makes Jemma's hips roll forward against her hand.
Jemma reaches one hand back to tangle in Skye's hair to keep her close. "Please, Skye."
"Please what, baby?" Skye murmurs against her neck, pressing a kiss to her skin.
It's then that both girls find out that Fitz screams like a little girl.
Everything in his arms tumbles to the ground with a crash and he throws his arms up in front of his face to try to shield his view from the two girls, who are doing everything possible to try to preserve Jemma's modesty.
"Shit," Skye grumbles under her breath. "Sorry, Fitz."
Jemma spins to tuck herself into Skye's body. "Oh my god!" Her eyes are squeezed shut and a furious blush covers her face and chest as she scrambles to button her shirt.
"The dead cat wasn't enough?!" he shrieks. "You've found an even more uncomfortable way to defile the lab!"
"It's actually not that uncomfortable," Jemma blurts before she can help it.
Skye snorts and bites her lip to keep her laughter in, as Fitz practically turns purple.
"I meant for me!" he yells.
"Fitz, chill," Skye tells him, glancing over her shoulder at the spiral staircase, like Ward or May might come charging down at any second to yell at them for disturbing the peace. Jemma is frantically working on straightening her skirt. "You'll wake the others."
Fitz's face darkens and he levels her with a glare. "And who's fault will that be? You two playing doctor in the middle of the night…" His voice trails off as he begins to gather his things up from the floor.
Jemma's eyes met hers and Skye knows she's waiting for the okay that she looks significantly less fucked than she did two minutes ago. Skye nods, unable to help pressing a kiss to her temple.
"Sorry, Fitz," Jemma says as Skye pulls her through the lab and back to her bunk.
XX
A few days later, Fitz is mostly over being mad at the two of them. He still glares at Skye when he thinks she isn't looking, but he seems to have mostly returned to normal after they both promise him it will never happen in the lab again, even though it kind of annoys them both because now it means they have to find another place to hook up.
It's late and Jemma is working in the lab. Most nights like this, Skye would take a seat at one of the tables and play on her computer, but she finds it a little too tempting with Jemma wearing a tie (total turn on!) and bending just so over a table of specimens.
Skye just knows she's doing it all just to tease the hell out of her. And it's totally working, but she's trying hard to keep her promise to Fitz, so she has removed herself from the temptation and is swinging idly at the heavy bag in the cargo hold.
After about an hour, Jemma makes her way to her girlfriend, who seems to be singing to herself as she swings away, and it makes her smile, because Skye really can't be any more adorable than she is during moments like these when she completely lets her guard down.
"Ready for bed?" Jemma asks, glancing at her watch with a frown, realizing just how late it is.
Skye seems to think for a moment, her nose scrunching. "I think I want to shower."
She meant the comment innocently enough, but Jemma's mind automatically goes to that I-can't-wait-to-get-Skye-naked place and it completely alters her entire aura, and Skye picks up on it instantly.
Skye's lips twitch as she mentally debates the pros and cons of this unspoken proposal. On one hand, she's getting laid, on the other, who knows who could stumble upon them, even at this hour.
Jemma is obviously thinking…something, but clearly she skipped right over the pros and cons and went straight to sex, because her expression turns lusty and that's all it takes for Skye to grab her hand and drag her to the plane's showers.
Five minutes later, Skye is trying to wash her hair, but Jemma is having none of it.
Skye laughs as she leans her head back in the spray. "Jems, just let me rinse my hair out."
"Will you hurry up?" Jemma says impatiently. "Please? You can't expect me to stand here while you're naked and not touch you."
Skye smirks as her hair finally runs clean and she reaches out for Jemma to pull her close enough to kiss before turning them to press her against the cool tile of the shower.
Jemma hisses as her warm skin makes contact with the tile, but doesn't seem to mind when Skye's body presses further into her. Jemma slides a hand up to palm a breast before it slides around to Skye's back, her fingers dancing along the notches of her spine, urging her even closer.
Skye's mouth attaches to Jemma's neck, lips and teeth working in tandem to make Jemma moan as her right hand dips lower. Normally she'd want to take her time with Jemma's body, but it's late and they're both clearly on the same page of wanting to get off and get to bed, so she lets her fingers dance around her clit a few times before pressing into her completely.
Jemma moans when Skye's fingers waste no time pumping inside her at a pace she knows won't take long to make her come and her hands pull Skye impossibly close.
Suddenly a noise makes them both stop cold.
The telltale squeak of the doorway alerts them to someone's presence and both girls freeze. Their eyes lock, and Skye can tell by her frown that Jemma is much more concerned about the possibility of losing this orgasm than whoever it might be wandering into the showers in the middle of the night.
"Is someone in here?" May calls out.
Skye squeezes her eyes shut, because of all the people to catch them in the showers, May is the absolute last person on the team she wants it to be.
"Yes, Agent May, it's just me," Jemma calls out over the shower, exchanging a panicked look with Skye.
Skye cringes because now that Jemma has announced her presence, Skye herself can't find a way to talk them both out of this somehow. She kind of wishes that Jemma had let her handle it.
"Will you be long?" May calls back. "We're landing in about an hour and I need to be ready."
Jemma slumps against the wall, now knowing for sure that the moment has passed and she runs her hands through her hair. "I'll just be a minute."
Both girls are silent for a moment until they hear the door squeak again. Skye slumps a little with relief, setting sympathetic eyes on Jemma, who looks like she's trying very hard not to pout. She reaches for her and kisses her quickly. "Aww, baby, I'm sorry."
Jemma lets out a long sigh, reaching behind her to twist the water off. "Not your fault, sweetheart." She meets Skye's eyes, looking both adorable and annoyed. "Out we go."
The girls dry off and dress quickly and Skye pulls her from the room, shooting May a sheepish grin as they pass her, earning a mild eye roll in return, but Skye swears she sees a hint of a smile as they run off.
"Let's just go to your bunk," Skye tells her as she tugs her along. "May will be in the shower then the cockpit, and we can be quiet."
"No," Jemma says, shaking her head for extra emphasis. "You know my rule. Our bunks are quite literally 3 walls."
Skye smirks suddenly. "Okay, but don't say I didn't offer to finish the job."
Jemma pouts rather adorably, making Skye stop and spin to kiss her bottom lip. Suddenly Skye's phone beeps and she spins on her heel after reading the message on the screen. "Sorry, sweetie, Coulson needs me."
Jemma kisses her and nods, watching her hurry off to find their boss.
XX
Skye frowns as she wanders through the kitchen, not spotting Jemma where she thought for sure she'd find her, making a cup of tea. She peeks her head into the lounge once more, just making sure she hasn't missed her anywhere.
Skye pulls her phone from her back pocket, shooting Jemma another text. Where r u?
She keeps her gaze concentrated on the phone as she makes her way down the hall towards her bunk. Just as she reaches her door, she's yanked inside, causing her to let out a yelp of surprise.
The door shuts before she can even take a breath and Jemma has her pressed against it.
"Jesus, Jem, you scared the hell out of me," Skye sighs out in relief.
Jemma hums, her hands instantly beginning to unbutton her own shirt, and she leans forward to press their lips together rather insistently. Jemma knows the Coulson is in his office, May is in the cockpit, Fitz is in the lab, and Ward is in the cargo hold. No one is in earshot and she really needs to get off.
Skye grins and her eyes trail the progress Jemma's hands make with her shirt, drinking in every swell and freckle as they're revealed. She runs a hand over Jemma's hair affectionately, and gently pulls her closer by the back of her head.
The kiss only takes a moment to grow heated, and Jemma's hands are suddenly everywhere, undressing them both. "Please, Skye," she begs softly, finally losing patience with the other girl's shirt, and giving up on even trying.
Skye knows that tone and forgoes any sort of foreplay and slides her hand into the pale pink panties visible through the undone vee of Jemma's jeans. "What about your 'no sex in the bunks rule'?"
Jemma's eyes roll back the moment Skye's fingers slide through her heat and they close a moment later when those fingers ease into her gently. "Skye, sweetheart, please just shut up and fuck me."
Skye thinks that might be the hottest thing Jemma has ever said.
Suddenly there's a knock at the door, scaring the hell out of Skye, and making Jemma whine.
"Skye?"
It's Ward.
Skye pinches her eyes shut for a moment, opening them to find Jemma looking both adorably frustrated and pouty, and she thinks it's definitely the cutest thing she's ever seen. She pinches her lips together to bite back her smile. She kisses Jemma quickly and holds up one finger.
"What?" she calls, leaning her head back against the door.
"Training," he replies simply.
"Five minutes?" Skye requests, her eyes cutting to Jemma, who holds up 2 fingers, to signal just how close she was before the interruption.
"Now," Ward insists.
Jemma lets out a whimper and drops her head to Skye's exposed collarbone. Skye runs her hand over Jemma's hair again and turns her head to press her lips to Jemma's temple.
"Skye," Jemma whines quietly.
"Please, Ward?" Skye tries again. Her fingers begin moving again within Jemma because she's going to get her girlfriend off regardless of what he says.
There's a beat of silence before he answers back. "Two minutes you two, I'm not kidding."
Not even taking a moment to be embarrassed about getting caught again, Skye flips them and pushes Jemma back into the door, pumping her fingers faster than she was before. Her lips and teeth trade off against her neck as Jemma barrels towards her orgasm.
"Come on, baby," Skye whispers, her breath hot against Jemma's neck. "Come for me."
Jemma, practically cross-eyed, does. Her head tilts back into the door with a thud as she rides the aftershocks that Skye's nimble fingers manage to coax out of her.
"Oh, thank goodness," Jemma sighs after a moment.
Skye laughs softly, pressing their lips together. "Feel better, sweetie?"
A light blush creeps over Jemma's cheeks and it mingles with the flush of their little session beautifully.
Skye's eyes skate over her features, drinking in how stunning Jemma is. "I really hate to cut this short, but I have about 30 seconds."
Jemma's smile is lazy and sated, and she nods, righting her clothes. "Go, sweetheart. He may be your friend, but he's your S.O. too."
But Skye makes no move right away. She grasps either side of Jemma's unbuttoned shirt in each hand and tugs her closer. Her gaze is suddenly serious as she stares at Jemma for a few long moments. "I love you.
Jemma grins, reaching out to tuck a stray curl back behind Skye's ear, letting her fingers linger instead of retreating right away. "I love you, too." She kisses Skye quickly, chastely, but with a promise lingering on her lips. "Now go."
Skye realizes she needs to find a place as soon as possible that isn't under surveillance, because the way Jemma is looking at her, it makes her antsy to let Jemma return the favor, but she knows that there's no way in hell she's gonna let the team interrupt them like this again.