Skye had what was probably one of the best jobs that one could ever ask for. She spent her entire day around music. Music was all day. Music was everyday. However, her favorite part of the day was probably just when Dr. Simmons came in for about an hour after she got off of work.
"Hey there, Skye. Do you have anything good?" she always asks.
"Yeah, but you won't like it." Skye always laughs in response, she very much didn't approve of the young doctor's taste in music, mostly because she didn't have much of one. At some point during her six months of patronage, Dr. Simmons had become Skye's pet project, she had made it her main goal to teach the older woman about music.
"How'd you like your last purchase?" Skye asks as the doctor approaches the check out counter.
"It was alright, I guess." Jemma replies with a shrug.
"No, no, you need to tell me about how it made you feel. You should have told me about how the music resonated within you." Skye corrects with an amiable smile.
To be completely honest, Jemma thought that she had the best job in the world. She spent her entire day helping people and saving lives. Simmons never felt more alive than when she was in the Operating Room with a scalpel in her hand. Still, it was just as exciting to be in the same room as Skye. Skye was such a vibrant personality that Simmons couldn't help but think that she actually began to glow when she was truly excited.
"It didn't. I guess that we will just have to keep looking." Simmons says with a light laugh.
Jemma had been playing this charade for a while now, never admitting to liking one of the cd's whether she did or didn't, did not matter. Any excuse to spend a couple more minutes in conversation with or in the presence of Skye, she would accept.
"Here, I brought this in for you today, come here and sit." Skye orders in her rather bouncy way that made you want to do whatever it was she was suggesting because it would be just so much fun.
Simmons walked around the dest and sat down Skye's stool. The younger girl passed Jemma a small personal cd player and retrieved a cd for the doctor. "Sit and listen to track seven." SKye instructs.
Jemma absolutely loves Skye's taste in music. Despite working in a record store, Jemma had discovered that Skye was incredibly smart, she was also a high schoool dorpout, but she was incredibly perceptive when it came to lyrics, coming up with things that Jemma never would have. She had extremely refined taste and was a fantastic conversationalist. Sometimes Jemma thought that she could sit and talk to Skye for days if she were allowed to. She say on the stool and listened to the track, occasisionally nodding along with the beat while watching Skye move around the store. When it was over, Skye handed her another cd and told her to listen to another track. this went on for a while until the store's hours were over, after this Skye and Jemma ended up in the floor surrounded by cd's and their covers, listening to anything and everything, then talking about it. Finally, Jemma had her wish and their could talk and talk and talk, until finally they ran out of things to say.
Outside, a storm raged and rain poured as an Ed Sheeran song played from a record, about wanting to be kissed.
"I think that I might really like this one." Jemma finally admits.
"And why is that?" Skye asks, rolling over to look at her, their faces close together all of a sudden.
"It makes sense with what I'm feeling at the moment." she answers with a small smile.
"Oh, really?" Skye asks again, just to be difficult, all the while leaning in.
"Yes, really." Jemma leans in as well until their lips meet. they both hesitate for a moment, wonder ing how well this would end yo goung, Suddenly something in them snaps and they end up going for it. Jemma rolls onto her back, pulling Skye with her and on top of her. The younger woman buries her hands in Jemma's hair and holds herself up on one elbow, surprised by how mych fire there already was between the two of them. Jemma's hands are already sliding up the back of Skye's shirt, cold fingers splayed out across her warm skin. Every now and then her blunt finger nails would dig in and Skye would groan, only spurring Jemma on. Soon, the shirt itself seemed to only be in the way and Simmons tugged on the hem until SKye pulled it up and over her head, tossing the object away. Jemma controlled all of the goings ons it seemed, she pushed open Skye's legs with one leg of her own and pulled her closer with her arms wrapped over Skye's shoulders.
Jemma's one hand worked on the button of Skye's jeans, as Skye worked on the buttons of Jemma's top.
"You might want to call in sick tomorrow." Skye recommends.
"And you might want to clean up before your boss gets here." Simmons replies in a whisper before divesting Skye of her jeans.
