aosrareshipsweekends submission written for lettyxortiz, who requested "game of twister gone awkward."
"Please tell me that's a phone pressing up against me," Skye says, knowing full well that it isn't.
"Nope," Lance sounds utterly unashamed.
"Great," Fitz mutters, and Skye can feel him lean as far away from Lance as possible.
Mack says nothing, although Skye imagines he's rolling his eyes. She can only see his legs from this position.
"I can't help it," Lance protests. "It's a natural reaction."
Jemma breaks into a fit of giggles at this.
"Yeah, well your natural reaction is pushing up against my ass," Skye says without thinking.
"Too easy," Mack says as Fitz begins to laugh so hard he falls to the ground. He's out.
Once everyone has composed themselves and Fitz and has slid off of the gam mat, Jemma spins the dial.
"Left hand red," she calls.
Lance shifts his hips forcefully into Mack as he turns over, knocking the unsuspecting man to his knees. Skye then spins over Lance, who is currently crowing about his victory over Mack, and moves into a much more comfortable position.
Unfortunately, that position now has her nose to nose with Lance, as his erection presses against her hip.
He smirks and grinds into her.
"This is going to be weird to watch, isn't it?" Mack comments glumly.
"You might want to cover your eyes," Fitz advises.
Luckily for the spectators, May chooses that moment to enter the room. She doesn't bat so much as an eyelash as she takes in Skye and Lance twisted around each other while the others watch.
"Briefing in five," she tells them, and exits the room.
It takes a second for Skye to untangle herself from Lance (and she's pretty sure he's making it as difficult as possible), but eventually she's pulling her boots on and stumbling out the door after Fitz.
"Where's he going?" Jemma asks when Hunter walks off in the direction.
"Cold shower, probably," Mack shakes his head.