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salmon_pinkTitle: Hypothesising
Fandom: Agents Of SHIELD/Marvel Cinematic Universe
Pairing: Simmons/Jane
Rating: PG-13
Words: 250
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femslash100's Drabbletag, prompt "nerds".
“They’re probably in the lab, indulging their nerdiness.” It’s Darcy’s voice, followed by Skye’s laughter, and Jemma freezes, eyes darting towards the door.
She doesn’t think she can be blamed for geeking out. After all, it’s Jane Foster, the Jane Foster, and Jemma had been practically beside herself with glee over the idea of getting to meet her in person.
Turns out Jane’s everything she expected and more besides, and she gives Jemma this playful little smile and starts doing things to Jemma’s neck that, quite frankly, should be illegal, they feel that good.
Jemma lets out a needy whimper, the hands on Jane’s waist digging in as her hips buck, eyes still on the door. But the voices outside are getting further away, and it’s just as well because there’s no way Jemma can hold her voice back once Jane turns her attention to Jemma’s earlobe. Sucking and nibbling, and then pressing her tongue into the shell of Jemma’s ear, and Jemma moans, head falling back, one hand sliding down to palm at Jane’s arse.
“Relax,” Jane murmurs, and Jemma can feel the smile in her voice. “Darcy’ll do anything to avoid coming into the lab.”
Jemma wishes she could say the same for Skye, wishes she could be as confident that they won’t be disturbed. But there’s a part of her that also doesn’t care, especially when Jane kisses her deeply, thigh pushing up between Jemma’s legs, tongue twisting in these delightfully wicked ways.
‘Indulging her nerdiness’ indeed.
Fandom: Agents Of SHIELD/Marvel Cinematic Universe
Pairing: Simmons/Jane
Rating: PG-13
Words: 250
Notes: For
femslash100's Drabbletag, prompt "nerds".“They’re probably in the lab, indulging their nerdiness.” It’s Darcy’s voice, followed by Skye’s laughter, and Jemma freezes, eyes darting towards the door.
She doesn’t think she can be blamed for geeking out. After all, it’s Jane Foster, the Jane Foster, and Jemma had been practically beside herself with glee over the idea of getting to meet her in person.
Turns out Jane’s everything she expected and more besides, and she gives Jemma this playful little smile and starts doing things to Jemma’s neck that, quite frankly, should be illegal, they feel that good.
Jemma lets out a needy whimper, the hands on Jane’s waist digging in as her hips buck, eyes still on the door. But the voices outside are getting further away, and it’s just as well because there’s no way Jemma can hold her voice back once Jane turns her attention to Jemma’s earlobe. Sucking and nibbling, and then pressing her tongue into the shell of Jemma’s ear, and Jemma moans, head falling back, one hand sliding down to palm at Jane’s arse.
“Relax,” Jane murmurs, and Jemma can feel the smile in her voice. “Darcy’ll do anything to avoid coming into the lab.”
Jemma wishes she could say the same for Skye, wishes she could be as confident that they won’t be disturbed. But there’s a part of her that also doesn’t care, especially when Jane kisses her deeply, thigh pushing up between Jemma’s legs, tongue twisting in these delightfully wicked ways.
‘Indulging her nerdiness’ indeed.
