Happy Birthday, sneakytortoise!
June 8 - "I’m not gonna stop leaving marks till I’m sure everyone will know you’re mine" Jemma/Rollins for @sneakytortoise
Jack loved the way that Jemma always arched into his touch, like she couldn’t get enough of it. Couldn’t get enough of him, rough, scarred, ten years her senior and a thousand times her inferior.
“So beautiful,” he murmured wonderingly, running his thick fingers into her hair, carding gently through its softness. Jemma’s wide hazel eyes fluttered open, glanced up at him, and she smiled.
“I love the way you see me, Jack.”
“Ain’t just me. Any man with eyes can see how lovely you are. I’ve had to break more than a few heads in STRIKE, dumb fools lustin’ after my girl.”
She poked him in the stomach. “Well, if you’d just let me tell people that I am your girl, come out with me in public sometimes, you wouldn’t have to worry about it! Everyone would be too scared of you to even look at me sideways!”
Jack hung his head a bit sheepishly, as always unable to explain. He felt so certain that she’d feel ashamed of him, of their relationship; that her clever colleagues in the science division would look down on her, say ugly things about her crude taste in men. Not that he cared what they thought of him, but he didn’t want her colleagues to think less of Jemma because she had particular needs only a man like him could satisfy...
Jemma moaned as his hand settled on the back of her neck, clamping down lightly. “Please,” she whimpered, arching up, baring her neck. “Jack…”
He knew what she wanted, but he wasn’t going to mark her where anyone could see. He swooped lower instead, began to suckle a hickey into the upper slope of her breast. Jemma writhed and moaned beneath him, her slim legs wrapping around his waist, wanting more, wanting his stubble rasping on her tender throat, his marks of possession on her where everyone could see. She knew better than to waste her breath asking, though; Jack would only shake his head.
“Agent Salinas asked me out today,” she gasped, suddenly thinking of another tactic.
Jack stilled before pulling off, rearing up off her. “What?” His eyes were stormy, hard mouth setting in a firm line.
“Agent Salinas. You know. He’s a quinjet pilot? Tall, looks a bit like a young Antonio Banderas…”
“I know him,” Jack’s voice dropped to a growl. “Typical flyboy, a peacock pretty boy.”
“He asked me to dinner. I had to fob him off with a bullshit excuse because you won’t let me tell people I’ve got a boyfriend.” Jemma arched a brow at him.
“Boyfriend sounds like we’re in high school,” Jack snorted with distaste.
“That I’ve got a man, then. A man who satisfies my every need - except he isn’t willing to publicly lay claim to me.”
“Is that what you think?” Jack saw red, suddenly. Goddamn Salinas, he wanted to put the pretty boy’s face through a wall for daring to even look at his woman, but Jemma was right; he had no right to be angry if she couldn’t tell people she wasn’t available. “Fine. You want proof, I’ll give you proof. And when I’m done, pretty boy Salinas will know damn well that you’re not on the market. I’m not gonna stop leaving marks until I’m sure everyone will know you’re mine.”
He knew what she was doing, of course; knew that she was provoking him, but he also knew that she wouldn’t lie to him. Which meant Salinas really had asked her out. Had looked at her, flirted with her, probably fantasized about her; all because he thought she was available. Because Jack hadn’t made it clear that she wasn’t.
Well, fuck it. He was going to goddamn well do something about that right now. Jemma was going to go into work tomorrow morning looking thoroughly ravished, and then he was going to drop by at least a couple of times during the day and kiss the breath out of her in front of all her co-workers. SHIELD’s gossip mill would do the rest.
Agent Salinas wouldn’t step within ten feet of Jack Rollins’ woman ever again.
Not if he wanted to keep all his teeth, anyway…