Agents Of SHIELD: Antoine Triplett/Jemma Simmons
Title: Lab Games
Fandom: Agents Of SHIELD
Pairing: Trip/Simmons
Theme: #31 Skin
Rating: PG-13
Words: 430
Trip’s sat on the lab bench, watching her, waiting so patiently. Jemma bites her lip as she grins, ducking her head. She’s not good at this whole seduction thing, she never has been, but with Trip it’s different. He makes it easier, makes it fun, and when he hooks a foot around the back of her knee, she lets him tug her in close.
Pressing into the space between his knees, and she glances up at him through her eyelashes. Trip smiles for her, shifting a little, and the way he looks at her never fails to make her feel both beautiful and brave.
She still has to throw a few quick glances around the room, even though she knows they’re alone. But she’s not obsessing about it, about the idea that somebody could walk in on them, and that’s his influence. Calming her down, easing her nerves, and Jemma takes a deep breath and opens her lab coat.
The bra and panties are black and basic. She has some underwear that she’d describe as ‘cute’, but nothing that’s really ‘sexy’, but with him it doesn’t matter. It’s not the clothes, it’s her, and Trip’s eyes flare, his smile getting that dirty edge that makes her squirm and flush with heat as he grips the collar of the coat, pulling her in.
“So good to me,” he murmurs against her lips, and Jemma wants to protest that, because he’s the one that’s good to her, good for her. She pushes up on tiptoes, giggling into the kiss, because this isn’t her, she’d never do this for anyone else. But with him it’s exciting, and she feels breathless and naughty and so exhilarated.
They’re in the lab, in her domain, and she’s practically naked, just her underwear and the lab coat that she’s already letting him push off her shoulders. And yet she’s not scared, feeling more alive than she has in a long time. She doesn’t understand how Trip can ground her and make her feel like she’s floating at the same time, but for once she can just accept the truth of it.
She tugs at his t-shirt and he laughs and raises his arms so she can pull it up over his head. He gives her everything so freely, and Jemma’s learning how amazing that can feel, to be trusted like that.
Sex in the lab goes against everything she’s been taught, about sterilized environments and preventative safety guidelines and respecting the sanctity of science. She can’t wait to ignore it all and get his skin against hers.
Fandom: Agents Of SHIELD
Pairing: Trip/Simmons
Theme: #31 Skin
Rating: PG-13
Words: 430
Trip’s sat on the lab bench, watching her, waiting so patiently. Jemma bites her lip as she grins, ducking her head. She’s not good at this whole seduction thing, she never has been, but with Trip it’s different. He makes it easier, makes it fun, and when he hooks a foot around the back of her knee, she lets him tug her in close.
Pressing into the space between his knees, and she glances up at him through her eyelashes. Trip smiles for her, shifting a little, and the way he looks at her never fails to make her feel both beautiful and brave.
She still has to throw a few quick glances around the room, even though she knows they’re alone. But she’s not obsessing about it, about the idea that somebody could walk in on them, and that’s his influence. Calming her down, easing her nerves, and Jemma takes a deep breath and opens her lab coat.
The bra and panties are black and basic. She has some underwear that she’d describe as ‘cute’, but nothing that’s really ‘sexy’, but with him it doesn’t matter. It’s not the clothes, it’s her, and Trip’s eyes flare, his smile getting that dirty edge that makes her squirm and flush with heat as he grips the collar of the coat, pulling her in.
“So good to me,” he murmurs against her lips, and Jemma wants to protest that, because he’s the one that’s good to her, good for her. She pushes up on tiptoes, giggling into the kiss, because this isn’t her, she’d never do this for anyone else. But with him it’s exciting, and she feels breathless and naughty and so exhilarated.
They’re in the lab, in her domain, and she’s practically naked, just her underwear and the lab coat that she’s already letting him push off her shoulders. And yet she’s not scared, feeling more alive than she has in a long time. She doesn’t understand how Trip can ground her and make her feel like she’s floating at the same time, but for once she can just accept the truth of it.
She tugs at his t-shirt and he laughs and raises his arms so she can pull it up over his head. He gives her everything so freely, and Jemma’s learning how amazing that can feel, to be trusted like that.
Sex in the lab goes against everything she’s been taught, about sterilized environments and preventative safety guidelines and respecting the sanctity of science. She can’t wait to ignore it all and get his skin against hers.