![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
salmon_pinkTitle: Cookie Cutter
Fandom: Agents Of SHIELD
Pairing: Skye/Simmons
Rating: PG
Words: 250
Notes: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
femslash100's Drabbletag, prompt "cookies".
Skye sits with her chin propped up on her hand, watching Jemma work. There are cookie crumbs on Jemma’s fingers as she eats distractedly, eyes fixed on the stream of data instead of her food. Worse, there are crumbs scattered across the files spread in front of her, and Skye’s pretty sure there’s now chocolate on the keys of the laptop.
She’s not entirely sure when Jemma last slept, and apparently she’s taken to surviving on adrenaline and sugar, but it’s clearly left her a little dazed and unaware of what she’s doing.
Fitz is going to start bitching when he sees the mess. Coulson too. Skye should probably help Jemma clean up, or at least get her a napkin or some tissues.
Instead she shuffles closer on the couch, and when Jemma turns to look at her, blinking sleepily and giving Skye a soft smile, Skye can’t resist leaning in for a kiss. Enjoying the aftertaste of cookies as her tongue slides into Jemma’s mouth, chocolate and sweetness.
“What was that for?” Jemma asks when she pulls back, looking a little flushed.
“You had some chocolate on your lips,” Skye shrugs. “Now it’s gone. You’re welcome, by the way.”
Jemma laughs, and then she’s lifting her hand, wiggling her fingers in Skye’s face. “Oops, looks like there’s chocolate here too.”
“Can’t have that,” Skye smirks, and she parts her lips so Jemma can press a crumb-covered finger between them, watching Jemma’s eyelids flutter for the heat of her mouth.
Fandom: Agents Of SHIELD
Pairing: Skye/Simmons
Rating: PG
Words: 250
Notes: For
femslash100's Drabbletag, prompt "cookies".Skye sits with her chin propped up on her hand, watching Jemma work. There are cookie crumbs on Jemma’s fingers as she eats distractedly, eyes fixed on the stream of data instead of her food. Worse, there are crumbs scattered across the files spread in front of her, and Skye’s pretty sure there’s now chocolate on the keys of the laptop.
She’s not entirely sure when Jemma last slept, and apparently she’s taken to surviving on adrenaline and sugar, but it’s clearly left her a little dazed and unaware of what she’s doing.
Fitz is going to start bitching when he sees the mess. Coulson too. Skye should probably help Jemma clean up, or at least get her a napkin or some tissues.
Instead she shuffles closer on the couch, and when Jemma turns to look at her, blinking sleepily and giving Skye a soft smile, Skye can’t resist leaning in for a kiss. Enjoying the aftertaste of cookies as her tongue slides into Jemma’s mouth, chocolate and sweetness.
“What was that for?” Jemma asks when she pulls back, looking a little flushed.
“You had some chocolate on your lips,” Skye shrugs. “Now it’s gone. You’re welcome, by the way.”
Jemma laughs, and then she’s lifting her hand, wiggling her fingers in Skye’s face. “Oops, looks like there’s chocolate here too.”
“Can’t have that,” Skye smirks, and she parts her lips so Jemma can press a crumb-covered finger between them, watching Jemma’s eyelids flutter for the heat of her mouth.
