Drabbletag - Towel
Title: In A Flash
Prompt: Drabbletag 5 - Towel
Fandom: Agents Of SHIELD
Pairing: Skye/Simmons
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 250
Jemma’s taking a break from the lab, mostly because she’s at the point where her eyes won’t focus any longer. Of course, ‘taking a break’ means being sat in the Bus’ lounge area, staring into space as her mind rattles along like a runaway freight train, working through complex formulas.
As such, it takes her a moment to recognise that Skye is there, standing watching Jemma with exasperated affection.
It takes even longer to register that Skye’s wearing nothing but a towel, and Jemma’s brain screeches to a spectacular halt.
Skye grins flirtatiously at her, clearly enjoying the widening of Jemma’s eyes, the way her jaws drops a little. The towel is knotted across Skye’s cleavage, the hem falling midway down her thighs, her soaked hair twisted over one shoulder.
“Working hard?” she teases, and Jemma manages to drag her eyes back up to Skye’s face.
“Almost done,” Jemma promises, which they both know means it’ll be at least another hour, probably more.
Skye glances furtively up the length of the room, and then Jemma hears herself squeak as Skye brazenly whips the towel open. Jemma gets a glimpse of glistening skin, breasts and stomach and neatly trimmed hair, before Skye’s wrapping herself up again, smirking at Jemma’s expression.
“Just a taste of what’s waiting for you, once you’re done,” Skye winks, before sashaying away.
Jemma gives herself a moment to recover, watching Skye go, before heading back to the lab, determination renewed. Those equations won’t solve themselves, after all.
Prompt: Drabbletag 5 - Towel
Fandom: Agents Of SHIELD
Pairing: Skye/Simmons
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 250
Jemma’s taking a break from the lab, mostly because she’s at the point where her eyes won’t focus any longer. Of course, ‘taking a break’ means being sat in the Bus’ lounge area, staring into space as her mind rattles along like a runaway freight train, working through complex formulas.
As such, it takes her a moment to recognise that Skye is there, standing watching Jemma with exasperated affection.
It takes even longer to register that Skye’s wearing nothing but a towel, and Jemma’s brain screeches to a spectacular halt.
Skye grins flirtatiously at her, clearly enjoying the widening of Jemma’s eyes, the way her jaws drops a little. The towel is knotted across Skye’s cleavage, the hem falling midway down her thighs, her soaked hair twisted over one shoulder.
“Working hard?” she teases, and Jemma manages to drag her eyes back up to Skye’s face.
“Almost done,” Jemma promises, which they both know means it’ll be at least another hour, probably more.
Skye glances furtively up the length of the room, and then Jemma hears herself squeak as Skye brazenly whips the towel open. Jemma gets a glimpse of glistening skin, breasts and stomach and neatly trimmed hair, before Skye’s wrapping herself up again, smirking at Jemma’s expression.
“Just a taste of what’s waiting for you, once you’re done,” Skye winks, before sashaying away.
Jemma gives herself a moment to recover, watching Skye go, before heading back to the lab, determination renewed. Those equations won’t solve themselves, after all.