marvel femslash of your choice + broken glass for the mini fic prompts (pretty plz)
AN ~ thanks for the prompt (from this list - requests welcome)! I decided to write for Skimmons (Daisy x Jemma from AOS) bc I haven’t for ages! hope you like it
tw: injury, drug references (daisy is high on painkillers at the beginning)
hurt/comfort, rated t
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When the ramp to the Quinjet lowered, Jemma Simmons had become accustomed to waiting for emergencies, samples, or – fortunately, more commonly of late - a (usually brief, sometimes sweaty) kiss from Daisy on her way through to the debriefing. Today however, what she received was somehow none of the above.
Daisy stumbled down the ramp in her catsuit, leaning heavily on Mack for support until she was a few steps away from Jemma – enough to make it from his arms to hers without falling. Jemma caught her, and screwed up her nose.
“What is that smell?”
“Badassssry,” Daisy replied, slurring horrifically, before leaning in for a kiss.
“Burning rubber,” Mack corrected, as Jemma nudged her sloppy girlfriend away.
“Ow!” Daisy yelped. Mack cringed.
“Oh no, what’s wrong?” Jemma frowned. She hadn’t noticed it before, with the black catsuit, but there was blood on Daisy’s clothes. And something sharp. “Daisy, are you okay?”
“Feel good,” Daisy garbled. “Mack gave me some drugs. Is good.”
“It’s just a little bit of glass and pebbles,” Mack clarified. “I got the worst of it out. The rest is just a flesh wound. I may have overestimated on the morphine.”
“How did it happen?”
“Jumped out a window,” Daisy said. “Kinda got thrown into a, uh, road.”
She held out one hand, and slapped it with the other. Jemma cringed. She hoped one of those didn’t represent herself.
“Come on, babe,” she beckoned. “Let’s get some rest, hm? And get the rest of that glass out of you.”
“’Kay.”
None too happy about the pain in her side, the kiss she’d been denied, or the frustration – albeit fond frustration - emanating from Mack, Daisy pouted and hooked an arm around Jemma’s. It wasn’t all bad though; they went straight to Daisy’s bunk, and nobody disturbed them while Jemma helped her undress, slowly and gently cleared out and cleaned her wound, and redressed it. By the time she was done, the morphine high was fading and the genuine exhaustion was starting to catch up with Daisy.
“Okay,” Jemma announced, letting Daisy’s new soft, clean cotton shirt fall over the bandages, “all done. Are you okay?”
“Yes. I promise. Just a flesh wound. And a bit of a headache.”
“I’ll get you some water,” Jemma promised – which, in Daisy’s words, seemed to be her answer to everything, but especially headaches. “Would you like something to eat?”
“Probably should.”
“I’ll get some crackers and spread, and a little fruit if I can find it.”
“Mm. You’re the best.” Daisy smiled as her stomach grumbled, and covered her tired eyes with a heavy arm. Jemma smiled fondly as she moved toward the door, but she was pulled back again by another request.
“Jems?”
“Yes?”
“Can I have my kiss now?”
Jemma returned to Daisy’s bedside, her only reply being a soft, loving, and grateful press of the lips.
Thanks to @jemmafitzsimmons for the banner, and to all of you for participating in another fantastic round of Femslash Feb!
Keep your eyes peeled for our next challenge which will drop in early April, and in the meantime, check out the works below and give our authors & their favourite femslash ships some love.
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Beautiful begins underneath by @huntxngbxrd (ship: pipsy)
Daisy and Pipsy go lingerie shopping together.
You, me, and Delilah makes three by @tomaztastic (ship: pipsy)
Daisy has an idea. Piper's not sure about it but goes along with it because she loves Daisy. Turns out, it's the second best idea Daisy's ever had.
Sunset in the sky, bid the day goodbye by @loved-the-stars-too-fondly (ship: mayskye, brotp: team) - It's the night before a big day for the whole SHIELD family, but no one wants this one to end just yet.
Not love at first sight by @the-nerdy-stjarna (ship: pipsy)
In the aftermath of the events of Season 5, Daisy is spiralling and needs to feel something - anything - that’s good. A friend reaches out, and something beautiful begins.
It ain’t easy wearing green by @florchis (ship: mockingshot)
Hogwarts AU. Bobbi and Elena decide to finally exchange ties, but Elena’s friends don’t take it as well as she was expecting. Luckily, her girlfriend is there to comfort her.
Tell me a story by @florchis (ship: mockingshot)
Bobbi comes back from a mission wearing a dress that Elena appreciates a lot. Shenanigans ensue. (NSFW).
Waking up slow by @huntxngbxrd (ship: skimmons)
Daisy and Jemma spend a lazy Saturday morning together.
Wherever I’m with you by @loved-the-stars-too-fondly (ship: skimmons)
“Step 12: When you find it, buy it.” - Slice of life fluff, in which Daisy and Jemma move into their first home.
Purrfectly Awkward by @loved-the-stars-too-fondly (ship: simmorse)
Bobbi finds herself in a highly unusual predicament - or, “I got cursed and turned into an animal and taken to the shelter and ended up getting adopted by someone who is really hot oh no” au.
Hi Sanna! I just noticed that Briana is about ~8 years older than Chloe, so would you consider writing something Pipsy around that? Wheter it is something more serious or just Daisy teasing Piper with being a ~old woman, or Jemma worrying over it, whatever you like!
Yes, hello @florchis, remember this prompt from 300,000 years ago? Guess what… FEMSLASH FEBRUARY gave my muse a push.
Now, here’s the “fun fact” (I know, I already told you this aeons ago, but for my other Tumblr followers :) ): Briana (born 1984) and Chloe (born 1992) are8 years apart, but since Chloe is one of the presumably rare instances of anactress playing someone older her own age (Daisy born 1988), that would makethe age difference between Briana and Daisy only 4 years (Yes, excessiveresearch strikes again). SO… for the purpose of this fic, we’ll just ignoreBriana’s actual age and make Piper born 1980 (ironically, my year of birth)
Age is just a number
Sneak Peek:
Jemma brought the tablet inher hands so close to her face, her nose almost touched the screen. Shefurrowed her brow, before moving the tablet back to a normal distance, hermouth gaping, slightly ajar. She held the tablet in front of Daisy’s face, whoflinched back from her laptop screen, startled by Jemma’s interruption.
“Did you know about this?”Jemma asked.
Daisy stared at the tabletfor a moment, squinting in confusion before looking at Jemma. “Piper? Did Iknow about my girlfriend? Yes, Simmons, yes I’ve known about her. Pregnancybrain playing a number on you again?”
Daisy returned herattention back to her laptop screen, continuing to type vigorously.
Jemma pushed her protrudingbelly out a bit. “No, that’s not what I meant,” she said, sternly, bringing thetablet back in front of Daisy’s face, and pointing at the line in question.“This.”
Daisy exhaled sharply,taking the tablet from Jemma and looking at where her friend was pointing. “Herbirthday?” Daisy’s eyes wandered up to Jemma. “Yeeeeesssss. I know mygirlfriend’s birthday. It’s two months out. Not exactly time to panic about apresent yet.”
“She’seight years older than you!” Jemma remarked, her eyes wide and questioning.
AN ~ Happy first day of Femslash Feb! Written for my @quakeriderwritersguild Valentines Day prompt "Skimmons + First Gifts/Presents", and also fills my MCU Kink Bingo Skimmons square (note - it is rated G/T, but you are welcome to prompt me something smuttier if you like!) Enjoy <3
Daisy sighed and spun the quarter on the table-top and slapped her hand down on it again. Between that, one of those pinch-free hair ties, and a surprising amount of sand she had laid out in front of her, there was not much else in her pocket, handbag, or otherwise for inspiration.
Spin.
Slap.
Spin.
Slap.
She turned the question over and over in her mind, but it seemed the more she thought about it, the less answers came to her.
Spin-
“Christ!” Fitz snapped from across the table, slapping the lid of his laptop closed with an eye-twitch of extreme frustration. “Would you like me to get you a clicky pen? A chalkboard for your nails, maybe?”
“Sorry.” Daisy turned the coin between her fingers this time, pensive. “I’m just trying to think of something good for Jemma. She always gives such kickass presents and this is her first birthday since we’ve been together. I really want to make it special, I just…”
She gestured at the lint, sand, and lonely hair tie. Fitz nodded in sympathy.
“I remember our first year at the Academy. First Christmas away from home and all that, I tracked down a half-decent tea. Was pretty proud of myself ‘til she went and imported a proper care package – baked beans, Hobnobs, crumpets, the whole bit. It’s the fatal combination of thoughtfulness and money. Not easy to compete when you’ve got nothing to your name but twenty-five p and a prehistoric hippie van.”
“Huh.” Daisy smiled to herself, imagining the scandal on Fitz’s face – no doubt quickly replaced by undying devotion – as he watched Jemma come in the door she had constructed in her mind with a comedically large hamper of British goodies. She remembered the first gift Jemma had really ever given her; the hula girl from her van and then her bunk, saved from being trashed or thrown into storage. Jemma didn’t really count it as a gift – it was Daisy’s own belonging, after all – but still, Daisy appreciated the sentiment.
Sentiment.
Hula-girl.
Twenty-five p and a prehistoric hippie van.
Piece by piece, the idea fell into place and suddenly it solidified, perfect, before her. Daisy bolted out of her seat, sending the hair elastic flying.
“I’m a genius,” she declared.
“I- what?”
Fitz, blindsided, blanked on an appropriately witty response, but it was already too late; Daisy was already sprinting down the hall. At least, she was for a few seconds. Then she came back, and stuck her head through the doorway.
“Can I borrow fifty bucks for gas?” she asked.
“Sure.”
“You’re the best.” Beaming, she was on her way.
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“Where are we?” Jemma wondered, and not for the first time. She had allowed a very excited, slightly nervous Daisy to blindfold her this morning before they got in the car and though she knew the end of their journey would be nothing but a pleasant surprise, her curiosity was insatiable. They had just slowed down, and Daisy had lowered the music. They must be pulling in somewhere. “Are we nearly there?”
“It’s a surprise,” Daisy explained – and again, not for the first time. She couldn’t help but smile, watching Jemma twist in her seat and listen intently at the window, trying to take everything in. “But yes, we’re nearly there.”
“We’re in a forest,” Jemma decided.
“Maybe,” Daisy teased. Of course, they were – with the smell of pines and the sound of the birds it wasn’t hard to guess. “That’s for me to know and you to find out. Now, wait here, I’ve just got to sort something – B R B.”
Jemma nodded, and Daisy stopped the engine. Her feet crunched across something – gravel, leaf litter, pine needles? Jemma compiled a list of suspects in her mind – and she conversed in a low voice with someone. She laughed, and returned to the car.
Jemma reached for the blindfold. Surely by now it was time to take it down?
“Not yet,” Daisy said. There was a smile in her voice. A thrill of anticipation that made Jemma want to break free of the confines of the car, and touch and smell everything their surrounds had to offer and unravel Daisy’s secrets. But then Daisy reached for her hand and intertwined their fingers, and the curiosity – while far from sated – took its pause.
Jemma couldn’t tell how long it was until they finally stopped again. Daisy had lowered the window, letting the fresh air and the birds fill her mind and distract her even as she tried her best to archive what she was smelling and hearing and where in the world they could be.
No amount of mental cataloguing, though, could have prepared Jemma for what she saw when Daisy helped her out of the car and around the back of the van and opened the doors and sat her on something cushioned and finally – finally – announced –
“Okay. You can take it off now.”
Jemma ripped the blindfold down from her eyes, and the breath caught in her throat.
Stretching out before her was a glorious expanse of pine forest, rolling over hills and mountains and valleys like an ocean of rich green life. The sun was starting to set, bathing the whole scene in a soft pink twilight. Birds returned to their nests, others gambolled toward the horizon. Wind rustled the trees.
“Happy Birthday,” Daisy whispered.
Jemma blinked, freed from the entrancing magic of the scene before her for long enough to absorb where they were sitting – in the back of Daisy’s old van, hula girl and all, surrounded by pillows and blankets and trinkets from layers and layers of life.
She leaned across the space between them and Daisy was happy to oblige with a kiss. But while Jemma would have been content to make out for hours in the soft pink light, Daisy had other plans. Grinning, she reached behind her and pulled a picnic basket into the space between them.
“Hold on,” she said, “I’m starving.”
Jemma blinked down at their interruption in surprise as Daisy flipped the lid, pulled out a punnet of strawberries, and commenced opening a bottle of champagne.
“You know,” Jemma remarked, “if you’re hungry, you really should have more protein.”
“Disagree,” Daisy retorted. As if to demonstrate, she bit into a strawberry, took a swig of champagne, and leaned in for another kiss.
AN ~ decided to finish off some of my outstanding Fictober prompts and a few other bits & pieces throughout December for your enjoyment. at this stage most are not holiday related (I’ll let you know if they are) but it’s never a bad time to make sure i’m keeping creativity in my life.
(prompts welcome, but unfortunately not guaranteed)
“I might just kiss you” + Pipsy (Agents of Shield)
Rated T. Fluff, mild sexual tension, first kiss.
Read on AO3 (~600wd)
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The first time Piper takes a swing at her, Daisy is stunned. She always knew there was a lot of muscle packed onto that tiny little frame, but she’d be damned if Piper didn’t know how to use it. It isn’t long before she has Daisy doubled over, tripped up, and then, as she tries to right herself, pinned to the mat with Piper’s knee in the middle of her back, one arm twisted up behind her as she taps out with the other.
“Good game,” Daisy praises, and smiles at Piper as they towel down and reach for drink bottles. Piper smiles back, both of them breathing heavily.
“You too. Want a rematch?” Piper offers.
Reluctantly, Daisy shakes her head. “I’ve got a meeting to prep for. I’ll take a raincheck, though?”
“Done. Catch you ‘round.”
“Yeah. Catch you.”
For a moment, Daisy feels a different kind of breathlessness; a different kind of flush in her cheeks; a different kind of small but immutable smile. It’s been happening increasingly often around Piper lately, but she’s not quite ready to do anything about it. Not yet. So she wipes down her face and hits the showers, and they carry on.
They carry on for a long time like this, with meetings and missions and midnight burritos and unspoken feelings screaming in the background. They laugh in each other’s laps, listen to each other with bated breath, bring each other up in conversation – yet all the while they dance around the feelings. They tell themselves, it’s not the right time, or it’s too complicated, or even sometimes, it couldn’t possibly be reciprocated, and that’s how they carry on.
Until one day, they meet on the sparring mat again. It’s not the second time, nor the third – in fact, they’ve thrown each other around here more times than either of them care to count. So it’s not clear exactly why today is the day, but one day had to be, and today is it.
Maybe it’s because there’s something about the way Daisy’s shoulders look in a tank top. Maybe it’s because of the tattoo at Piper’s hip that Daisy keeps catching glimpses of, but can’t quite figure out.
Maybe it’s just that after all this time, one of them finally asks the question –
“What are you gonna do about it?”
And the other takes the chance to reply. Because it’s safe. Because if need be it can be played off as a joke… but also because, somewhere deep inside, maybe they know it won’t need to be anyway.
“I might just kiss you.”
Both of them laugh, but when Piper takes the opportunity to leap at Daisy, Daisy has to admit, maybe she lets herself fall a little too easily. It’s worth it, to see the grin on Piper’s face – and even more so, to see that grin evolve into an awestruck sort of pout, as Piper realises it’s not just in her imagination, how much Daisy stares at her lips. And all these years in the Navy, in Shield, have taught her nothing but courage, so she figures – blessing her endorphin-addled brain – what more risk can a few more inches make?
She leans down and kisses Daisy. She only means it to be a quick one at first, just in case, but Daisy catches her and it’s too good not to stay.
AN ~ so i definitely did curse myself when i promised this like a month ago but i have been in a slump lately and I FINALLY crawled out long enough to finish this fluffy piece of shameless awkward skimmons flirting ft. a little trope I like to call Unnecessary Physical Contact
this is sort of a sequel to Swinging My Way, Baby? but I liked the original too much as a standalone to make this an official chapter two. all you need to know is the location (their college) - Daisy is on the softball team and has invited Jemma to meet her after practice for a date
shameless fluff with some adorkable nervous flirting. Rated T. enjoy!
read on AO3 (2000wd)
the start of something
Jemma Simmons quite liked early mornings at the best of times. She liked the sunshine, the crisp air, the birds singing. She liked the routine of it, and the walk down autumn-coloured streets to the college. She loved the fall especially; it reminded her of the beauty and the relentlessness of life, which was just the kind of encouragement one needed in the morning. This particular morning, however, she had an extra reason to smile. She could barely restrain it, in fact – and why trouble herself to do so? - as she skipped down the steps to McLean Field, and headed toward the batting cages and softball green.
The softball team was wrapping up practice, running and tossing as if in some kind of drill. Jemma did not follow it, but she would be lying if she said that bothered her too much as she admired the show of athleticism on display. Her eyes wandered between the figures as the players broke formation, waving and farewelling each other. It was not long before she spotted Daisy, jogging across the field toward her, flushed but smiling.
“Hey!” Daisy greeted. “You came!”
“Yeah,” Jemma agreed. “I’ve got a hot date.”
“What? Where is she?” Daisy made a show of looking around for the mystery woman, and laughed. In truth, she had been looking forward to this as much as Jemma had, if not more. She had been thinking about it ever since she’d convinced her fingers to type out the invitation and send it to Jemma. Now that she was living the moment, she could hardly believe she’d been so nervous. Jemma’s face was lit up with laughter, and combined with her cute beanie and coat and apparently effortless fall-catalogue aesthetic made the whole scene remind Daisy of something from a film.
“So, coffee?” Daisy offered.
“Sure,” Jemma agreed, “but uh - that hot date promised to teach me how to hit a six, so maybe later.”
Daisy blinked, surprised, and glanced at the pile of equipment the rest of the team had left nearby. She hadn’t really expected Jemma to be seriously interested in softball, it was just a helpful ruse – and a universally accepted one, or so she’d thought. Still, she knew better than most that the heart wanted what the heart wanted. And she was on the pack up roster this week, after all, so she could swing it. Literally.
“Are you sure?” she checked. “In those shoes? And what does ‘hit a six’ mean?”
Jemma shook back her hair, and took off her gloves. “Oh, my apologies,” she corrected, and affected an American accent to add, “I meant ‘a homer’.” `
Daisy rolled her eyes, and strode up to the pile of practice bats. She selected her favourite –electric blue aluminium, a little battered and with paint chipped off in parts, but still good – as well as a practice tee, and then she backed up into the field, goading Jemma to follow.
“Alright, hot shot. Come on then.”
Jemma’s heart leapt in her chest as Daisy plunged the practice tee into the earth. It was at once, a rush of attraction – she was strong, and in her element, and this was something a little different from the standard coffee date – but at the same time, no shortage of fear. It was all well and good to talk the talk, but in truth, Jemma had no idea how practically coordinated she was… or was not. It was not that she was unfit; far from it. It was just that… well… there was a lot going on with one’s hands, eyes, and mind, and she had been too busy flirting to remember that she didn’t actually have the faintest idea what she was doing otherwise.
And then Daisy held out the bat.
“Uh.” Jemma hesitated, just for a beat, but it was enough to catch herself out. How was she to take it? How was she to hold it? Like a sword, a mallet, a racquet, a baton? How had she gotten to this point, standing in the grass, about to make a complete fool of herself in front of Daisy? Fantastic. In the span of a few seconds, she’d overthought it so much by that she’d scarcely be surprised if she downright dropped the blasted thing.
Daisy raised a curious eyebrow. It was strangely comforting to watch Jemma “Brilliant At Everything, Including Saying the Word Brilliant” Simmons confront her own overconfidence, but Daisy couldn’t let her flail for too long. She took the bat back, demonstrating the hold.
“Like this, remember?”
“Right. Yes.”
Jemma finally took the bat, and though she fumbled with its obvious foreignness, she didn’t seem too fazed. In fact if anything, Daisy thought, that scowl of concentration meant she was genuinely interested in putting her money where her mouth was and learning how to hit this thing out of the park. Daisy bit her lip. She liked a woman who liked a challenge, especially when said woman decided to shuck off her coat as well. She cut a fine form in a cardigan and neat slacks, and though she looked a little out of place, she was fit and determined. Daisy found herself perusing the curve of Jemma’s hip with such admiration that she all but ignored the woman’s otherwise poor form until her first attempt at bat crumbled into a twisted, poorly aimed, overzealous mess.
“Oh, bloody hell!” Jemma cried, but it was more of a whimper than a curse. She hit the tee with an unflattering clang and the ball bounced off half-heartedly, and the base of the tee ripped up a clod of earth and grass as it keeled sideways. The bat all but fell from her fingers.
Jemma closed her eyes for a long moment, cringing on every conceivable level of consciousness. She looked a fool. She had probably insulted Daisy by not taking it seriously, something she loved and had been invited into. Was she going to get Daisy in trouble? Oh no.
Instead, Daisy laughed. It was a gentle sort of chuckle, barely mocking at all.
“Don’t worry, that happens to all the newbies,” Daisy promised, fixing the tee and resetting the ball. “You’ve just gotta stay grounded. Here. If you don’t mind…”
She disappeared back behind Jemma for a moment, but it was only a moment, and then Jemma’s heart was pounding for an entirely different reason. Daisy reached in from behind to steady her hands on the bat, and stayed there. Jemma felt with every fibre of her being the warmth of Daisy’s breath on her neck; her weight where their legs brushed; her breasts just ever so slightly pressing against Jemma’s back.
Hesitation. Daisy’s fingers tensed around the bat, wondering if she’d pushed it too far. It was only a first date, after all. Maybe she should have just stuck to coffee. But then –
“Like this?”
Jemma asked, and if Daisy was not mistaken she was holding her breath a little as she moved her hand to wrap it over Daisy’s. Jemma’s fingers were cold, but Daisy felt a stinging warmth where their skin touched. She swallowed hard. She’d brought this tension on herself. Jemma laughed, and Daisy knew it was for her. The sly little minx was enjoying herself – she should have known, she was not the only one to have seen enough rom coms to recognise this move.
(She would later find out that Jemma had learnt it from the X Files. Funnily enough, that’s where she most vividly remembered it from too.)
Then, because Jemma was full of surprises today, she swung with force and a shriek of panic-slash-delight, and sent the ball careening – well, not that far, but still. She collapsed into more laughter; this time, not a smug little chuckle, but crinkle-nosed hysterics, as she jogged through the grass to collect the ball. Daisy found herself beaming too, despite the flush in her cheeks, as Jemma held the ball out to her.
“I think I’d best leave it to the experts, hm?” Jemma speculated.
“I don’t know,” Daisy suggested with a shrug. “I think after a few more training sessions, you could really be something.”
Was she thinking, Jemma wondered, of more skin-on-skin, breath-on-breath ‘training sessions’; like this one, but perhaps, in more private and opportune locations? Or was it coffee and dinner and films and stargazing on her mind, and that something they could be… maybe in that sunlight-yellow breakfast nook Jemma had always dreamed about?
There was a little smile on Jemma’s face at whatever she was thinking, and Daisy drunk it in, surprised at her own enrapturement. She hadn’t spent a lot of time imagining her own future, but it was easy with Jemma. The now was, at least. They jested with each other, talked; they read each other like nobody seemed to have done before. If she were being honest, Daisy wasn’t sure exactly what she wanted, or thought they could be. All she knew was that she wanted to spend more time with this woman. Any time. All the time.
They stood two arm lengths apart, holding the ball between them and thinking. Overthinking. Until each of them decided, in the spirit of those thoughts, to step in and close the gap.
“I – um,” Daisy murmured. She wasn’t used to feeling so many butterflies with her crushes.
“I think I rather like you,” Jemma confessed, and Daisy laughed and filled the space between them with frosty air. It seemed so soft, so simple put that way.
“Me too,” she agreed.
“If I’m being honest, I actually don’t have a great deal of interest in softball,” Jemma continued. “It was all a ruse. I was rather hoping to kiss you, actually.”
“Good, because I was rather hoping you were hoping to kiss me.”
Jemma blushed, and Daisy smirked and raised her eyebrows; a little bit of a challenge, but one she knew Jemma would take as an invitation. Especially when she tugged on the softball they were both holding between them, pulling Jemma even closer.
For her part, Jemma didn’t need to be asked twice. Her nose was cold and she wasn’t sure exactly where she was sticking it, but she was a practiced kisser and if she stood on her toes just right she could almost find the perfect angle for her and Daisy to fit together. Satisfied, she grinned against Daisy’s lips when she heard the softball drop to the grass between them with a dull thud, and felt Daisy’s arms wrap around her hips instead.
They stood in that little pocket of embrace for a long moment, until they started to realise that the world was still moving around them. Jemma took a deep breath, and sighed it out. Daisy looked around at the mess she had left to clean up. The day was pressing on, and time waited for no woman… but maybe they could chase after it for a while.
“I still have time for tea before my first class?” Jemma suggested.
“Help me put away this junk and I’m there,” Daisy agreed. “I haven’t even eaten breakfast.”
And so help her, Jemma made it almost thirty seconds – she collected her gloves and picked up some of the equipment and made it a few paces behind Daisy before it finally slipped out –
“You know, it’s not just a saying, that breakfast is the most important meal of the day.”
“I know,” Daisy promised in a sing-song voice, though, she didn’t really know. And she was all too happy to see that spark of knowledge flare up in Jemma’s eyes as, hardly missing a beat, the woman launched into a paragraph. And maybe it was a little ironic given the grounds across which they were walking, but Daisy didn’t think she’d ever been so happy to shut up and listen.
