Monday Morning PDA

Jemma was happy for Skye and Grant – she really was. If there were two people who deserved to be happy, it was them. But it didn't man that she always appreciated their relationship. Or, more precisely, how… straightforward they were about it.

When their team was first assembled, she would have never pegged Grant Ward as somebody who is overly into PDA – but he was, at least ever since he and Skye got together he was, and Skye's natural exhibitionism was only fuel to the fire. Jemma couldn't even count how many times she had caught them in compromising positions in parts of the base that were supposed to be communal. (Not to mention that she was half sure that they had defiled the couch in the lounge. She didn't want to think about it.)

So when they went away on an impromptu vacation for the weekend Jemma all but let out a relieved sigh. She loved them to bits, but she really needed a day or two when she didn't have to worry about accidentally walking in on them doing… Well, doing things that were not beneficial to Coulson's blood pressure.

But, of course, they proved to be even worse when they got back.

It was Monday morning, early Monday morning, Jemma wasn't even really awake yet, Skye and Grant hadn't been back to the base for a total of twelve hours, and they were already being… awfully cute. Like, almost too cute for her to stomach them this early – especially before her morning coffee.

They were leaning against the counter, with Grant's back to her and Skye standing between him and the cupboard, stealing kisses and whispering to each other, seemingly not even registering Jemma in the room. Jemma snorted into her mug, but still watched them kind of mesmerized as they rested their foreheads together.

She was half-torn between leaving the galley and keeping everybody else away so they could have their moment, and telling them to get a room, because even her patience was finite.

Jemma took a sip from her coffee as Grant leaned in once again, stealing a kiss. They were being unusually cheery, she thought, ever since they had gotten back. Sure, she hadn't had the chance to really talk with Skye the previous night to ask her about their little weekend getaway, but it must have been really good if they were still this giggly about it.

And she was happy for them (and she wanted to know the juicy details). But if she had to see Grant Ward's tongue one more time this morning, then…

Oh, it's just fabulous, she exclaimed internally as Grant suddenly grabbed Skye by her ass and lifted her until her face was even a little higher than his, and her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. This was it – the end of her patience. There were things that simply shouldn't happen in places where people go to eat.

Jemma put down her mug – maybe with a little bit more force than necessary –, stood up, and was just about to march over to them, when – when a flash of light caught her eye.

She stopped, blinking.

No, it was still there.

Then she squealed.

The next moment she rushed to Skye and Grant – who had pulled apart hearing her squeal –, and threw her arms around them.

"Congratulations!" she said to the slightly startled pair, then pulled away slightly, but only so she could grab Skye's left hand – where the engagement ring gleamed. "Oh, Skye…" Looking at it now, Jemma didn't even know how she could have missed it – the diamond was massive. And it also explained why they were suddenly so all over each other. "It's beautiful!" She hugged Skye again, while being marginally aware of Grant taking a step back and looking down at them with a smile on his face. "I want to know everything!" she continued, holding Skye at arm's length. "How did he propose? Was it romantic? How did she react?" The last one was addressed to Grant.

"Jemma, Jemma!" Skye hushed her smiling. "Keep your voice down a bit, will you? It's supposed to be – well, not a secret…" she glanced back at her boyfriend – no, at her fiancé, Jemma still had to get used to the idea of it. "But we kinda want to keep it quiet, just until we can announce it properly to everybody. Can you keep it a secret for a while? Just, let's say, until tonight? I'll tell you everything in exchange."

Jemma took a calming breath (it didn't really work; it was just way too exciting), then nodded.

"I'll do my best."

(Half the base knew about their engagement by lunch.)