Challenge #406 - Transport
Title: Fly Me To The Sun
Prompt: #406 Transport
Fandom: Agents Of SHIELD
Pairing: Skye/Simmons
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 250
“You know, you always hear people boasting about joining the Mile-High Club.”
Jemma can hear herself babbling. She just can’t make herself stop.
“I never really understood it. Airplane lavatories are so small, it simply can’t be comfortable. Cramped little space, and everything’s so dirty. Not very sexy, if you ask me.”
Skye smiles against her neck. “So I take it you don’t want to move this to the bathroom, then?” she teases, and her breath tickles against Jemma’s ear.
“Oh no, that’s quite alright,” Jemma answers breathlessly, squirming a little, fingers clutching Skye’s shoulders. “This is fine, right here is fine.”
She hears Skye make a pleased sound, pressing Jemma back against the bed with slow and gentle movements. Straddling her lap, teeth scraping Jemma’s throat, and if it’s embarrassing to hear herself babbling, it’s positively mortifying to hear herself whimper so needily. But Skye apparently likes her noises, hands flexing against Jemma’s hips, kissing her skin a little more roughly, a little more insistently.
“I suppose it’s a little different when you live on a plane,” Jemma’s mouth provides, even if her brain is telling her to just shut up already and enjoy the sensation of Skye’s mouth. “When you do everything up in the air, it must seem less exotic to have sex there too.”
“Do you want to stop, then?” Skye asks, sounding amused.
“Oh, God no,” Jemma gasps, arching her back. “Mile-High Club membership, here I come!”
Skye’s laughter feels so good again her skin.
Prompt: #406 Transport
Fandom: Agents Of SHIELD
Pairing: Skye/Simmons
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 250
“You know, you always hear people boasting about joining the Mile-High Club.”
Jemma can hear herself babbling. She just can’t make herself stop.
“I never really understood it. Airplane lavatories are so small, it simply can’t be comfortable. Cramped little space, and everything’s so dirty. Not very sexy, if you ask me.”
Skye smiles against her neck. “So I take it you don’t want to move this to the bathroom, then?” she teases, and her breath tickles against Jemma’s ear.
“Oh no, that’s quite alright,” Jemma answers breathlessly, squirming a little, fingers clutching Skye’s shoulders. “This is fine, right here is fine.”
She hears Skye make a pleased sound, pressing Jemma back against the bed with slow and gentle movements. Straddling her lap, teeth scraping Jemma’s throat, and if it’s embarrassing to hear herself babbling, it’s positively mortifying to hear herself whimper so needily. But Skye apparently likes her noises, hands flexing against Jemma’s hips, kissing her skin a little more roughly, a little more insistently.
“I suppose it’s a little different when you live on a plane,” Jemma’s mouth provides, even if her brain is telling her to just shut up already and enjoy the sensation of Skye’s mouth. “When you do everything up in the air, it must seem less exotic to have sex there too.”
“Do you want to stop, then?” Skye asks, sounding amused.
“Oh, God no,” Jemma gasps, arching her back. “Mile-High Club membership, here I come!”
Skye’s laughter feels so good again her skin.