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salmon_pinkTitle: Cucumber Slices
Fandom: Agents Of SHIELD
Pairing: May/Skye/Simmons
Rating: PG
Words: 250
Notes: Implied threesome. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
femslash100's Drabbletag, prompt "cocktails".
“Oooh, this one is good,” Skye grins, shoving the menu under Jemma’s nose. “We should try that next.”
“I haven’t even finished the last one,” Jemma protests with a giggle, raising her drink pointedly. Although Melinda feels that calling it a ‘drink’ is being charitable. There’s more food than liquid in the glass, strawberries and orange wedges and, for some ridiculous reason, cucumber.
Melinda’s never been a cocktail drinker. She doesn’t see the point in ordering something she won’t even be able to taste the alcohol in.
Skye’s drink has three tiny paper umbrellas in it. Technically it’s Melinda’s drink, ordered for her by Skye, but she’d taken one look at it and nudged it aside in distaste, so Skye’s claimed it as her own.
“Is there a reason you’re trying to get us drunk?” Jemma teases, a bit of a slur to her words now, a flush on her cheeks.
Skye smirks conspiratorially. “Maybe I figure that’ll make it easier for me to proposition you into a threeway.”
Jemma chokes on her drink and Skye starts laughing, right up until Melinda’s hand lands on her thigh.
“You don’t need to get me drunk for that,” she says plainly.
She watches Skye’s eyes get wide, darting all over Melinda’s face. Her pupils dilate as she realises Melinda isn’t joking.
“Oh,” Skye whispers, already breathing a little heavier, licking her lips distractedly.
“Oh,” Jemma echoes, smiling shyly as she hurriedly finishes her drink and signals the bartender to close their tab.
Fandom: Agents Of SHIELD
Pairing: May/Skye/Simmons
Rating: PG
Words: 250
Notes: Implied threesome. For
femslash100's Drabbletag, prompt "cocktails".“Oooh, this one is good,” Skye grins, shoving the menu under Jemma’s nose. “We should try that next.”
“I haven’t even finished the last one,” Jemma protests with a giggle, raising her drink pointedly. Although Melinda feels that calling it a ‘drink’ is being charitable. There’s more food than liquid in the glass, strawberries and orange wedges and, for some ridiculous reason, cucumber.
Melinda’s never been a cocktail drinker. She doesn’t see the point in ordering something she won’t even be able to taste the alcohol in.
Skye’s drink has three tiny paper umbrellas in it. Technically it’s Melinda’s drink, ordered for her by Skye, but she’d taken one look at it and nudged it aside in distaste, so Skye’s claimed it as her own.
“Is there a reason you’re trying to get us drunk?” Jemma teases, a bit of a slur to her words now, a flush on her cheeks.
Skye smirks conspiratorially. “Maybe I figure that’ll make it easier for me to proposition you into a threeway.”
Jemma chokes on her drink and Skye starts laughing, right up until Melinda’s hand lands on her thigh.
“You don’t need to get me drunk for that,” she says plainly.
She watches Skye’s eyes get wide, darting all over Melinda’s face. Her pupils dilate as she realises Melinda isn’t joking.
“Oh,” Skye whispers, already breathing a little heavier, licking her lips distractedly.
“Oh,” Jemma echoes, smiling shyly as she hurriedly finishes her drink and signals the bartender to close their tab.
