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excelsatpreparation replied to your post:( you're a wORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT ---- )
( “r00d” or not i still hate you. )
at least i didn’t get you into the pain of shipping yet another non-canon ship. i love you too, my zucchini spouse. <3
❛ please, don't leave me. ❜
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She glances down at the other --- it was probably known by everyone that had been in Coulson's team that Jemma talked in her sleep. She'd never heard her sound so... desperate sleep-talking, though.
A small smile falls on Skye's lips as she combs her fingers through her girlfriend's hair, humming quietly so as not to wake the others.
+ her voice is barely over a whisper when she sighs out, ❝ I won't. + I never will, Jems. ❞
x.
Skye unlatches herself, teeth shining in the darkness + eyes flashing red. As she cocks her head to the side, hair falls along her shoulders, + she smirks, copper taste of blood filling her mouth. She'd never really doubted Jemma would be kind enough to fill her desires once she found out, y'know, her girlfriend's a vampire; no, Jemma is too kind a person to hold herself back.
It still makes her a little woozy, to tell the truth, that a person like this actually loves her.
❝ Just making sure, ❞ she says with a shrug, wiping her lips with the back of her sleeve. A laugh falls from her lips as she tugs the hand away, instead gripping Jemma's sleeve. ❝ I really love you, y'know. ❞
❝ Have you ever heard of Linda Avery? ❞
❛ i think it's about time we stop avoiding the obvious. ❜ ( i feel like you're going to make this angsty for some reason. )
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Skye grins over her shoulder, + turns, dropping her hands to Simmons'. The other's face is pink in the sunset (though the brunette suspects it isn't just that) + her breath is hot against Skye's; it's different but Skye is literally the definition of "different".
❝ Really? ❞ she drawls, leaning closer --- their lips are an inch apart. ❝ Can I call you Jemma, then? ❞
Simmons --- Jemma --- doesn't get a chance to answer before Skye's kissing her.
❝ You really don't have a truth serum? ❞
