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The heat was on too high.
This was not a complaint Jemma typically had. She was always cold. But they apparently had found the one hotel in all of the UK that was too hot for even her.
Maybe it felt normal to other people. Maybe it was just her.
Ever since she’d jumped out of the plane, she’d been off balance. She couldn’t figure out how to get it back. Her moods swung wildly and she slept terribly. Then she had to spend a day around stupid alien tech and a ridiculous Asgardian and pretend it was fine. Pretend she didn’t need…she wasn’t sure. A change. A release.
Skye sighed and shifted. Her breathing stayed even.
And there was that, of course. The world’s most inconvenient crush. Jemma was incapable of having a convenient one, it seemed. A friend at SciOps had called her a bisexual disaster once and yeah, that tracked.
And now she was sharing a bed with a girl she’d been having sex dreams about. That was fine.
The day had been hard. Ward had been badly impacted by the berserker staff and it had put them all on edge. Jemma had been relieved when Coulson told them they were staying overnight at a hotel. She’d expected them all to have their own rooms, but there hadn’t been enough available for that, and of course her and Skye could bunk together. Why wouldn’t they?
And of course the room only had one bed. Sharing it wasn’t weird at all. They were friends. She wasn’t stupidly horny, or anything.
She should have left her knickers on. She’d stripped down to a tank top and sleep shorts because of how bloody hot the room was, but she was so keenly aware of the other body a scant few inches from hers in the bed. She was too wet to just be in shorts.
Skye smelled so good and looked so soft. Because she wasn’t wearing a bra. And who wore a bra to sleep? Skye was exhibiting normal human behavior and Jemma was being weird about it.
Maybe she could be super quiet and get herself off? She pressed her thighs closer together and bit her lip. Would that be too weird?
She wouldn’t need much. She just needed to think about Skye sliding her hand under Jemma’s waistband and playing with her clit. She bit her lip. Fuck. She wished Skye wanted to do that. She’d probably come just from finally feeling Skye touch her. She swallowed hard, holding back a noise as the arousal made her center throb. Maybe Skye would want Jemma to touch her, too? Jemma dug her fingers into her thighs. Her heart was pounding. She thought about parting Skye’s legs and seeing a wet spot on the other girl’s knickers. She squeezed her eyes shut. She drifted her thumb across her mound, stopping short of her clit.
She should go to the loo. She could finger the hell out of herself and then finally get some bloody sleep. It was screwed up to even flirt with the idea of touching herself like this.
In her head, Skye dipped her fingers low and slipped one inside Jemma. The ache in her clit was too much to ignore. She just barely rubbed it through her shorts and god, the fabric was damp. Her thighs twitched.
If Jemma left the door cracked, maybe Skye would accidentally see her and-
Jemma’s eyes snapped open when Skye suddenly spoke. She nearly smacked her wandering fingers onto her stomach.
“Your thoughts are very loud,” Skye said.
Jemma sighed. “Didn’t mean to wake you up.”
Skye rolled onto her back and pushed the covers down some. “You didn’t. I can’t sleep either.”
Her boobs looked so soft under that shirt. Not that Jemma was thinking about her boobs.
“I’m frustrated,” Jemma said shortly. “Unbelievably so. And. Overwhelmed. And I can’t stop thinking.”
She pushed her share of the covers down, too, and kicked them towards the foot of the bed. That had been stupid, though, because it uncovered Skye’s lower half and yeah, she’d definitely been wearing leggings before she’d gotten into bed but she must have gotten hot too, because she was only in her knickers.
Jemma made herself look at the ceiling. She had no business eyeing her friend’s unmentionables. Straight girls did not appreciate being leered at by other girls. They were just simple white cotton, anyway, it wasn’t like Skye had something lacy clinging to her cunt and stop it, Jemma, for fucks sake, do not think about-
In the corner of her eye, Skye stretched her arms up and arched her back. That was rude. It was really and truly not fair, how nice her boobs looked moving under her shirt. She wondered how sensitive the other girl was. If she could coax a whimper out of her lips just by cupping her breasts. Jemma pressed her thighs together as her pussy downright throbbed. And then hoped it wasn’t obvious that she was pressing her thighs together.
“I can’t stop thinking either,” Skye grumbled. She flopped back down. “I need. I don’t know. A drink. Or weed.”
Jemma quietly snickered. “Should have known you liked that stuff.”
Skye smiled and shook her head. “You’re such a good girl, Simmons.”
Jemma’s sharp inhale was too loud.
No. Nope. Bad. Do not do that in front of the straight girl, Jemma.
Skye turned to look at Jemma with an inscrutable look on her face.
“You alright there?” she asked.
Jemma was not. “Yup. Just. Breathing exercises. Trying to wind down.”
Skye kept staring at her. Jemma kept her eyes focused on the ceiling.
“Do they help?” Skye asked.
Not at all. “Sometimes.”
“That’s very smart,” Skye said.
Jemma shrugged. “I try.”
Skye looked at the ceiling, too.
The air between them felt charged, somehow.
Jemma had to find a way to get to the loo without being obvious. She was on the verge of shoving her fingers into herself right there.
Christ, was she wet enough that Skye would hear her doing it?
“It’s so hot,” Skye complained. “Why the hell is that, exactly?”
Skye pulled the hem of her shirt up, baring her stomach. Jemma’s gaze snapped to the skin she’d revealed.
Her stomach was soft and tanned. Her knickers looked so thin. Jemma bet she could taste her right through the fabric.
“It sucks,” Jemma blurted out. “We should get it fixed. I can call down to the front desk and-”
“No, that’s fine,” Skye rushed out. “Let’s not bother anyone, it’s the middle of the night. We’re fine with just us.”
Awareness prickled across Jemma’s skin. She breathed in hard.
Skye glanced at her. “Exercises again?”
Jemma nodded. She didn’t know what else to do.
“You’re doing so good.” Skye’s voice lowered to a rumble. “You know what a good girl you are, right?”
Oh, god. Why.
The rush of arousal that hit Jemma was nearly painful. She needed to get off. Maybe the shower head was removable?
“Jemma,” Skye said. “Look at me.”
Jemma forced a smile and turned her head. “Hi?”
Skye rolled onto her side. She was still looking so hard at Jemma. Jemma’s heart was going to pound out of her chest.
“If I’m reading this wrong, you need to tell me,” Skye said.
Wait. What?
Jemma swallowed. Her mouth was so dry, all of a sudden.
She let herself really look at Skye. Her eyes traced the soft shape of her breasts under her shirt. Her heart somehow started pounding harder. She bet the other girl was so warm.
Her eyes dropped to Skye’s thighs. Her lips parted when Skye rubbed them together.
Tentatively, Skye reached across the small gap and touched Jemma’s stomach. Jemma’s breath hitched. Her eye’s snapped to Skye’s face, but Skye was looking at her body.
Jemma stopped breathing when Skye gently cupped her breast through her tank top.
“Always feel like a creep checking you out,” Skye said. “Sometimes I’m sure I see you looking, too, but- well. Girls flirt. It doesn’t always mean something.”
Her thumb found Jemma’s nipple through the fabric. She brushed it over the hard tip and it was embarrassing, really, the needy sound that escaped Jemma.
“Oh,” Skye said. Her voice got breathy. “You’re interested, interested.”
Jemma flushed. “I’m. Well.”
Skye lightly circled the pad of her thumb against her.
“Be rougher,” Jemma blurted out.
Skye smiled. She gently pinched Jemma’s nipple and rolled it between her fingers.
“Yeah,” Jemma breathed out. “Please.”
Skye let out a soft sound and tugged. Jemma squirmed as the arousal pulsed through her.
Was this really happening? Or was she going to wake up to her shorts soaked through and Skye avoiding her eyes?
“Don’t hold back,” Skye said. “I wanna hear you.”
She brushed her hand over to Jemma’s other breast and tugged harder on that nipple. Jemma let out a whine and her hips bucked.
“Good girl,” Skye softly praised.
Jemma rolled onto her side and kissed her.
Skye was so soft. So warm. Skye hummed against Jemma’s lips and deepened the kiss, making it slow and hungry. She framed Jemma’s face with her hands and licked inside her mouth.
Jemma’s remaining frustration spilled through her veins and turned over into aching arousal. She arched her back and pressed her breasts against Skye’s. Skye whimpered and pressed back and fuck, that felt good.
Jemma pushed Skye onto her back. Their lips parted with a smack.
“Jemma,” Skye said hoarsely. “What-”
Jemma touched the hem of Skye’s shirt.
“Can I?” she asked.
Skye nodded. “Please.”
Jemma shoved it up. She wished she could see a little better, the slats covering the window let a little of the streetlights in, but mostly they were in the dark. That was good, though. This wasn’t romantic. They both just really needed to come, Jemma told herself, and she could see enough.
Jemma didn’t finesse, or tease, or treat this like anything but what it was. She bent down and sucked Skye’s nipple into her mouth and god, did she taste perfect. She flicked her tongue until Skye moaned.
“Jemma,” Skye gasped. “I need-”
Jemma cupped Skye’s other breast and played with that nipple, too. She hummed happily.
“Jemma!”
Jemma pulled back and licked her lips.
“You gotta be quieter,” she said hoarsely.
Fuck, Skye’s tits were pretty. Jemma cupped them both and gently massaged her, trying to gauge what Skye liked. She wanted Skye to ache like she did.
Skye let out another little whine and arched her back.
“Jemma, please,” she gasped.
Jemma tugged her shirt over her head and tossed it aside. She greedily kissed Skye again and pressed their bare tits together. Skye moaned into her mouth and pushed back. Jemma shook when their nipples dragged together. She shifted until Skye’s thigh was trapped between hers and she rubbed herself against it.
“Oh,” she whimpered.
Skye’s hands flew down and pushed at the waistband of her shorts. Jemma fell on her back, shoved them down and off, then sat up and straddled Skye’s thigh. She rubbed herself against it with a needy moan. How wet she was left Skye’s smooth skin slick against her bare cunt. It felt so, so good.
She leaned over and planted her hands on either side of Skye’s stomach, getting leverage so she could really ride Skye’s thigh like she needed. Skye looked up at her with wide eyes and bit her lip hard. She grabbed Jemma’s hips and helped her move faster. Skye’s breasts bounced from how hard Jemma was humping herself against her.
“Oh god,” Jemma whimpered.
Jemma mouthed at Skye’s breasts, pressing messy kisses against her skin. Skye was letting out these little exhales that Jemma loved. She couldn’t take it. She was going to come so hard.
“Come on, Jems,” Skye said hoarsely. “You feel so good.”
Jemma desperately kissed Skye. She rubbed their nipples together. Skye moaned into her mouth and slid her hands down and back. Her fingernails bit into Jemma’s ass cheeks.
Jemma broke away with a cry. She put more of her weight on her hands and frantically chased her orgasm. She was so close.
“Skye,” she whimpered. “I want- please, I want-”
“Take whatever you want,” Skye gasped. “You’re such a good girl, Jemma. Such a good girl.”
She wanted to shove her tongue inside Skye’s cunt. She wanted to sit on her face. She wanted- god, everything. She wanted everything.
“Please,” Jemma whimpered, unable to explain it. “Please, oh please!”
Skye pressed her lips against Jemma’s neck. She nipped at her pulse point, then soothed the bite with her tongue just as Jemma dragged her clit particularly roughly against Skye’s thigh.
Jemma cried out and spilled over. She mouthed at Skye’s neck and shoulder as she shook. She soaked Skye’s skin with her release. She had to be too loud, but she couldn’t control it as her body was wracked with shudders from the orgasm she’d so badly needed.
“Jemma,” Skye whimpered.
Jemma opened her eyes. Skye was shaking. Her pupils were blown. She was rocking her hips and rubbing herself against Jemma’s hip.
“Can I eat you out?” Jemma panted.
Skye arched her back. “Please,” she whimpered.
Her breasts were begging for Jemma’s mouth. Jemma had to stop and suck on her nipple again. She worked the tight bud with a greedy moan.
”Jemma, I need you!”
Jemma shivered. She sucked hard another time before she let Skye’s breast slip out from between her lips.
Jemma moved down the bed on shaky legs. She shoved the covers away. The white fabric of Skye’s knickers was translucent from how wet the other girl was, just like Jemma had imagined. She pulled them down Skye’s legs and over her feet. Skye took her shirt off, too. Jemma touched Skye’s knees and coaxed them apart.
She stopped moving and raked her eyes over Skye. Skye’s dark hair was a tousled mess on the pillows. Her breath was hitching and she was lightly sweating. She was so unbelievably beautiful. Jemma laid down on her stomach, then rubbed her palms up Skye’s inner thighs. She followed them with her lips, nearly whimpering just from how soft Skye’s skin felt.
Skye was waxed, which didn’t surprise Jemma at all. It made it easier for her to see what she was doing, made it easier for her to take in the sight of Skye’s plump, deep pink folds. She spread them open with her thumbs and greedily stared at Skye’s dripping cunt.
She’d thought about this more than she’d even realized.
Jemma licked Skye from her entrance to her clit with a hungry moan. Her head spun at Skye’s taste. It was skin and salt and something deeper, something she couldn’t place. She lapped at Skye’s clit, relishing the whimper that escaped the other girl. She settled in, softly working the bud with the tip of her tongue. She could do this for hours. She couldn’t think of anything better.
Skye’s thighs started twitching. Jemma looked up to see her biting her lip and rolling her nipples. God, she was so pretty.
“Jemma,” Skye whimpered. “Inside me.”
Jemma pushed her middle and ring finger into her. Skye gasped much too loudly and Jemma didn’t care even a little bit. She pumped her fingers in and out of Skye’s slick pussy.
“You feel so good,” she whispered.
She curled her fingers and stroked inside Skye, searching for her g-spot. Skye clamped a hand over her mouth and her hips jumped.
“There?” Jemma asked.
She thrust her fingers against the swollen bit of flesh she’d found. Skye nodded hard.
Jemma flashed her a grin. She loved getting this right. She concentrated on brushing over it, looking for the right amount of pressure to make Skye break. Skye squeezed her eyes shut and whimpered into her palm. She lifted her hips in counterpoint to Jemma’s thrusts.
Jemma focused on getting Skye off. The noises the other girl was making were driving her mad but she didn’t want to get distracted. All that mattered was what Skye needed. She trailed her lips over Skye’s mound, then found her clit with her tongue again.
“Harder,” Skye gasped. “More!”
Jemma pushed her hips into the bed, trying to relieve the sharp ache inside herself. She added a third finger on her next thrust in Skye’s pussy. Skye’s mouth dropped open and her thighs quivered. Skye grabbed her hair and pushed Jemma’s mouth harder against her. Jemma moaned and pounded her fingers into Skye. Skye grew tenser. Jemma rubbed her breasts against the bed, trying to find something to take the edge off the need that had flared back up inside her. She was going to make Skye come. She couldn’t believe it.
“Yes,” Skye choked. “Yes, yes-”
Skye was silent as she came. She pulsed hard around Jemma’s fingers and got even slicker. Jemma kept her tongue steady against Skye’s twitching clit until the pulses started slowing down. She pushed her hips harder against the mattress. She wanted something inside her so badly.
Skye’s body relaxed. Jemma carefully withdrew her fingers. She licked her way through Skye’s soaked folds again, relishing the way Skye’s thighs quivered.
“Jem,” Skye rasped. “Need a break.”
Jemma smiled. She crawled up Skye’s body and hovered over her on all fours.
Skye was panting.
“That was,” she got out. “God damn, Simmons.”
“Good,” Jemma said. Her pulse was racing. “You okay?”
Skye lifted her head and caught Jemma’s lips with hers. Jemma kissed her back hard. She was shaking with need, she realized. Skye grabbed her hips and coaxed her up further until her breasts were above Skye’s mouth. She whimpered when Skye’s soft, wet lips wrapped around her peak. Skye teased her nipple with the tip of her tongue.
“Oh,” Jemma choked out.
Skye let out a hungry moan and palmed Jemma’s other breast. She roughly twisted Jemma’s nipple. The mix of pleasure and pain shot right to Jemma’s center.
“Oh god,” Jemma whimpered. She licked her lips and tasted Skye’s arousal on her skin.
She was beyond turned on. She just fucking needed it.
“Fuck me,” Jemma moaned.
Skye lightly sucked on her a final time. Jemma was confused when Skye sat up and untangled herself from her.
Jemma sat back on her heels. “What are you-”
Skye knelt next to Jemma’s hip. She had this playful look in her eyes that Jemma adored.
“I’m fucking you,” she said. She rested one hand on Jemma’s stomach and placed the other on her back.
Jemma’s eyes widened.
She choked when Skye stroked her fingers down Jemma’s front and combed her nails through her pubic hair.
“Please,” Jemma whimpered.
Skye kissed her shoulder. Jemma tensed in anticipation as Skye trailed her hand down her spine.
Her head fell back when Skye pressed the tips of two fingers inside her just as she touched Jemma’s clit.
“Oh, good lord,” Jemma whispered. She threw a hand out to brace herself against the headboard.
“Good lord?” Skye teased. She kissed Jemma’s shoulder again. “You’re so cute.”
Jemma was too distracted to tease back. She wanted to push her clit against Skye’s soft touch. She wanted Skye to fill up her cunt. She whined.
Jemma’s mouth dropped open when Skye pushed two of her small fingers into her. She rocked back against them. Skye nipped at her shoulder as she found a steady rhythm, driving her fingers into Jemma and scissoring them open when she pulled them back, gently stretching her out.
Skye was fucking her. She’d wanted this so much. She couldn’t help it. She let her head hang and god, there Skye was, rubbing her clit. She’d gotten to taste Skye’s soaking wet cunt, gotten to play with her tits, and Skye had pleaded for more. Her breath quickened.
Skye added another finger. Jemma whimpered and her mouth dropped open.
“That feel good?” Skye asked.
Jemma nodded hard.
“You deserve it. Such a good girl.”
Jemma’s head spun. “Please!”
Skye thrust her fingers harder into Jemma.
“Oh god,” Jemma whimpered. “Skye. Skye-”
Skye didn’t let up. She twisted her fingers as she thrust them. Jemma panted as she raced toward the edge.
Skye added her fourth finger. Jemma had no idea what sounds she was making, only that her whole body was trembling as Skye filled her up.
“Oh god,” she choked again. “Oh god, oh god-”
Skye rubbed her clit harder.
Jemma threw her head back and came with a wild cry, releasing over Skye’s fingers. She hoarsely gasped as she quivered through the pleasure that wracked her body. Skye didn’t let up, didn’t stop driving most of her hand into Jemma, didn’t let up on her clit as Jemma clung to the headboard and came harder than she knew she could. It felt so fucking good. Nothing had ever felt as good as Skye touching her did.
At some point, her body started to calm down. Skye slowed down and eased her fingers out of her. Jemma fell onto her side. She pressed her palm against her clit, soothing herself as the aftershocks came to a stop.
“Jemma,” Skye said.
Jemma opened her eyes. Skye bit her lip. She was still kneeling and fuck, she was touching her tits again.
“Come here,” Jemma said hoarsely. Her legs were useless, she couldn’t move.
Skye laid down next to her. She found the energy to roll closer and kiss her. She sought out Skye’s clit and drifted the pads of her fingers over it.
“Oh, fuck,” Skye breathed out.
She covered Jemma’s hand with her own and pushed her to rub her clit harder and faster. She buried her face in the pillow and rode Jemma’s hand.
Jemma didn’t know how she was ever going to stop. She never wanted to stop seeing Skye come.
“You’re so beautiful,” Jemma whispered.
Skye cried out into the pillow and lifted her hips, rubbing her clit with Jemma’s fingers until she came. Her thighs clamped around Jemma’s hand and quivered. There was another rush of wetness and Jemma had to seek it out, had to see what else she could coax out of this beautiful girl. She pushed three of her fingers inside Skye.
Skye’s body jerked. “Oh, god!”
“You want another?” Jemma asked. She slicked them out and back in.
“I’m,” Skye nodded. “Please!”
Jemma greedily watched Skye’s face as she slowly fingered her. Skye grabbed her wrist and made her move faster and harder until she was hoarsely gasping.
“God, you’re so pretty,” Jemma softly praised. “You taste so good. I love it.”
“Jemma,” Skye whimpered.
Jemma nuzzled against Skye’s shoulder. She pushed her fourth finger into her.
Skye let out a low, harsh cry and snapped. Her body jerked and she released over and over, soaking the sheets. Jemma let her thoughts slip out as she watched- how lovely she thought Skye was, how happy she wanted to make her, how she never wanted to stop seeing her like this.
Skye crumbled down against the mattress. She hissed when Jemma eased her fingers out of her. For a second, she just blinked up at Jemma with a dazed look in her eyes.
Skye grasped the back of Jemma’s neck and pulled her into a greedy kiss. Jemma could taste herself on Skye’s mouth. She hummed and wrapped herself around the other girl.
As they started to settle, she became very aware that she had just fooled around with someone she liked without any conversation about what it was. She told her brain to shut up and focused on the soft movement of Skye’s lips against hers. She wanted to savor it. Just in case.
Her stomach dropped when their lips parted. Skye was smiling hard, though. She kissed the tip of Jemma’s nose. Jemma had to smile at that.
“So,” Skye said. “Are you a big spoon, or a little spoon?”
Jemma’s heart fluttered. “Do you have a preference?” she asked.
Skye shrugged. “We can switch off.”
And that really made Jemma smile. She turned and curled onto her side facing away from Skye.
“Little,” she said.
Skye snuggled up against her and wrapped her arm around Jemma’s waist. Jemma sighed and relaxed.
“You’re a good height for this,” Skye said softly. “I think we’re a pretty good fit.”
Jemma’s smile widened.
“You know,” she said. “I think we are.”