Even though Skye was the one locked inside a glass enclosure, Jemma felt like the one trapped. Skye was pretty much circling her inside her clear prison. Her eyes locked hungrily on Jemma, following her every movement.
Every now and then, Skye would call out to her, "Jemma", and every time she did Jemma was closer to loosing control over the situation.
As much as she had dreamt about this moment, Simmons still felt gross about herself, fearing she would take advantage of her friend in her unusual state.
The sudden appearance of Coulson startled Jemma from her thoughts.
"Dr. Simmons, I have been informed of the situation." He looked uncomfortable, "and I understand if you feel uncomfortable proceeding with the task. If you would rather, we can have Skye sedated until the effects of the 084 wear off, but I should warn you if we do that, we have no guarantee she will wake up completely free of it."
Simmons looked from him to Skye, who currently stood pressed against the glass wall, eyeing her the same way she has been for the past hour.
"If I do- continue with the mission, do I know that she's completely willing, and it's not just the 084 giving consent?"
"According to Agent Carter's reports, she admitted to be completely willing, every action was her own the 084 simply released her of any resistance to giving into those-well, wants." Coulson looked flustered.
Jemma hesitated, Skye certainly looked willing, "Then I shall proceed with the mission, Sir." As long as she knew Skye was consenting to this, she knew she could do this.
"Very well," he said surprise lacing his tone, "we will be operating with absolute discretion. None of your actions will be recorded, filmed, or monitored in anyway. We have contacted Lady Sif, to possibly look at the artifact and help us determine it's origin and possible other effects."
"Thank you Sir."
Gesturing to Skye, "I think it's time you let her out," Coulson turned to leave.
Jemma turned tentatively back to Skye, reaching for the key card to open the medical pod doors.
"Jemma" Skye moaned again, her breath forming a thing patch of fog on the glass door. Skye shuffled over to Jemma through the glass, pressing her hands to the door, inching for any contact she could find.
"Skye," at the sound of her name the taller girl seemed to melt, a dopey smile played at the corner of her lips "I'm going to let you out now, promise to behave?"
"I don't know if I can promise that, not with you around. Behaving is the furthest thing on my mind."
Jemma licked her lips, it was becoming less difficult to follow her orders with the way skye was behaving. She swiped her key card, the second it turned green, Skye was launching herself out of the pod and into Jemma. Hastily taking her lips between her own, backing her up until she was roughly pressed between the counter and Skye.
Jemma let out a squeal of surprise at Skye's sudden force, which was quickly muffled by Skye's lips on her own. The taller girl pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, sucking lightly before drawing back to capture it again.
Skye was rough. Having been locked up for an hour built up all of her want for Jemma, and this sudden release was enough to drive Skye mad.
Jemma's hands rested on the counter behind her, supporting her as Skye slipped a knee between her thighs. Jemma moaned hoarsely in response, eliciting a near predatory growl from Skye.
Skye dug her fingertips into Jemma's hips as she shifted her knee upwards, grinding into Jemma's core.
The scientist threw her head back, the sudden contact almost enough to drive her over the edge. Skye took the expanse of exposed skin under her lips, placing hot kisses behind her ear, sucking hard and nipping slightly at the pale flesh.
Jemma moaned breathily, all of the contact with Skye was overwhelming. Not to say she wasn't enjoying herself, but Jemma felt as if she couldn't breathe, every cell in her body wanted to give into Skye.
Suddenly, she felt hands at the back of her thighs, lifting her effortlessly onto the cold metal surface. She pressed into Skye, her core coming in contact with Skye's taunt abdomen.
Her lab coat quickly shed, followed by her shirt, Jemma sat entangled with Skye in nothing but her bra and jeans. Her hair fell from the formerly prim ponytail, falling wildly above her shoulders.
Skye licked softly at Jemma's lower lip, granting access she entangled herself further with the scientist. Hand falling to her jeans, she popped the button off, sending it flying across the room, hazardously dodging a beaker of some unknown solution.
She slipped Jemma's jeans down, until they fell loosely at her ankles. Skye dropped down suddenly. Jemma aware of the lack of presence, looked down to see Skye on her knees, looking back up at her hungrily.
The taller girl pressed delicate kisses to her inner thighs.
The contrast in speed left Jemma moaning in anticipation, "Skye please" she called out.
Jemma's outcry seemed to ignite the primal need in Skye to have the shorter girl, for she suddenly began to trace patterns with her tongue in Jemma's folds.
With animal ferocity Skye lapped at her core tracing small circles around her clit, reveling in every sound of pleasure Jemma let out. Jemma rolled her lips along with Skye's movements, propping herself up on her elbows. One of her hands snaked down to tangle in Skye's hair, forcing the other girl further into her.
Skye could hardly breathe, but she didn't feel she needed too. She brushed the bridge of her nose against Jemma's core, her tongue teasing her entrance.
She could already feel the electricity building up in Jemma, the girls breath became rough and ragged, panting, gasping for air.
Skye licked long strokes from the base to the peak of Jemma's center, dipping down inside of her each time.
With the sudden introduction of two of Skye's fingers pumping in and out aggressively, rolling in time with Jemma's hips, Jemma let out a sudden cry.
It was loud and desperate, filled with satisfaction and content.
The shorter girl slowly gained control of her breath, breathing heavily as she settled herself.
Skye continued to lap at the remnants of Jemma's orgasm, thoroughly content herself.