Drabbletag - Mission
Title: Operational
Prompt: Drabbletag 5 - Mission
Fandom: Agents Of SHIELD
Pairing: Skye/Simmons
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 250
“It’s good practice,” Skye tells her, grinning wide and wicked. “If I’m going to be a part of this team, hang with you SHIELD agents, I need to start thinking like you guys.”
Jemma opens and closes her mouth several times, eventually managing to stammer, “Yes, I suppose that makes sense.”
“I need to start getting serious. I need to start running missions.”
Jemma lets out a shaky breath, feeling the heat of Skye’s hands against her thighs. “This is the mission you’ve chosen to start with, then?”
The look Skye gives her makes Jemma want to squeeze her thighs together, just to feel the shift of skin. But Skye’s lying between the sprawl of Jemma’s legs, stretched out on her front, staring up the length of Jemma’s body with mischief in her eyes.
“Are you complaining?” Skye asks, and Jemma lets out an incredulous breath.
“Absolutely not,” she says with an almost manic conviction and, oh, she’ll never get bored of Skye smiling at her like that. But then Skye’s ducking her head, and Jemma lets out a yelp. A really needy yelp, because Skye’s lips press against her clit, kissing gently at her there like they have all the time in the world.
Jemma whimpers when Skye’s tongue begins to slide low between her legs.
Of all the missions Skye could have chosen for herself, Jemma has to say ‘Operation: Make Simmons Come Until She Forgets Her Own Name’ is already shaping up to be an excellent decision.
Prompt: Drabbletag 5 - Mission
Fandom: Agents Of SHIELD
Pairing: Skye/Simmons
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 250
“It’s good practice,” Skye tells her, grinning wide and wicked. “If I’m going to be a part of this team, hang with you SHIELD agents, I need to start thinking like you guys.”
Jemma opens and closes her mouth several times, eventually managing to stammer, “Yes, I suppose that makes sense.”
“I need to start getting serious. I need to start running missions.”
Jemma lets out a shaky breath, feeling the heat of Skye’s hands against her thighs. “This is the mission you’ve chosen to start with, then?”
The look Skye gives her makes Jemma want to squeeze her thighs together, just to feel the shift of skin. But Skye’s lying between the sprawl of Jemma’s legs, stretched out on her front, staring up the length of Jemma’s body with mischief in her eyes.
“Are you complaining?” Skye asks, and Jemma lets out an incredulous breath.
“Absolutely not,” she says with an almost manic conviction and, oh, she’ll never get bored of Skye smiling at her like that. But then Skye’s ducking her head, and Jemma lets out a yelp. A really needy yelp, because Skye’s lips press against her clit, kissing gently at her there like they have all the time in the world.
Jemma whimpers when Skye’s tongue begins to slide low between her legs.
Of all the missions Skye could have chosen for herself, Jemma has to say ‘Operation: Make Simmons Come Until She Forgets Her Own Name’ is already shaping up to be an excellent decision.