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It felt like they were kissing for hours. The early stages of summer were coming on quickly as they pushed against each other, rolling, switching for dominance in the bed as they pawed off each other’s clothes. 

Jemma arched her back as Daisy rolled her hips flush against hers. Daisy’s fingers worked quickly at her button and zipper as she kissed the swells of Jemma’s breasts to distract her. She could feel Jemma’s fingers in her hair, tugging. She remained focused, peeling the tight jeans and underwear quickly off letting Jemma kick them off completely. 

When Jemma’s legs were free, she slipped her leg between Daisy’s and her arms wrapped around her broad shoulders. With as much effort as she could muster, she rolled Daisy onto her back. “Gotcha,” she cheekily says before ducking to kiss Daisy quickly. 

Daisy moans into the kiss. She loves it when Jemma gets on top of her, takes control, makes her come over and over until she passes out. Her back arches into Jemma’s, pressing their naked breasts together until she can swallow a groan that spills out of Jemma’s lips. That’s the sound she wants to hear from Jemma. She wants to hear all the sounds Jemma can make because of her tonight. 

Daisy digs her fingers in Jemma’s hips and flips their position once again. Her knee is in between Jemma’s thighs and she drives it forward, pulling Jemma’s hips against her. A shocked mewl comes out from Jemma as she stares up at Daisy with wide eyes. 

Daisy swallows, her voice almost foreign to her as she leans down, “No,” it comes out gravely and low, “I’m the one that’s supposed to make you feel good.” 

a/n: i cannot believe i just wrote 400 words about french fries. i hope you like it!

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“You’re disgusting.”

“I’m American,” Daisy corrects, pointing a French fry at Jemma.

“As I said.” Daisy shakes her head.

“When in Rome, right?” she says, dipping the fry in the milkshake in front of her and grinning when Jemma pulls a disgusted face. “Come on, you gotta at least try it. You’re American for the year. If you’re not gonna lose the accent, you’re at least going to try our food.”

“You like my accent,” Jemma says. Daisy nods.

“I do,” she agrees. “It’s cute. I even like the way you refuse to call anything with less than a pound of butter in it a scone. But snobbery is only adorable up to a certain point, and I draw the line at refusing to dip fries in a milkshake.”

“You’re new?” Jemma asks the firefighter, wrapping the bandages around her wrist firmly. “Coulson mentioned you when he was at his checkup.”

“Yeah, my name is Daisy Johnson.” Daisy answers, wincing a bit when Jemma hit a particularly tender spot. “Do I come off as new? I’ve been at this for a couple of months now.” 

“Not really no,” Jemma says, rotating Daisy’s wrist carefully, it was just a light sprain thankfully. She’s seen a lot in the ER, the injury could have been much worst. “You’re just new to my ER is all. I have a good memory for patients.” 

“Especially the hot ones?” Daisy asks, cocking an eyebrow. Jemma’s eyes widen slightly before she smirks back, appreciating Daisy’s boldness. 

“You can give me a call when you’re not my patient,” Jemma says, scribbling her cell number on one of the hospital’s business cards. “It would be wonderful to never see you in the ER again.” 

“Makes sense,” Daisy answers, excepting the card. Her smile was infectious, despite the soot and grime on her face. “I wouldn’t want to meet you when I was working either.”

“Such a shame we have to meet outside of work then,” Jemma says in a dreamy exaggerated voice. “I heard office romances could be quite scandalous.” 

you know? i forget how smutty smut is actually supposed to smut SORRY ITS MAD LATE @ohladybegood

Daisy bites Jemma’s shoulder harshly to stop from crying out as Jemma thrusts inside of her with the dildo. She can feel herself coming faster than she expects to. Her nails dig into Jemma’s back roughly. 

Jemma lets out a long groan, pushing deeply until the pain melts into pleasure. She reaches back for Daisy’s arms, breaking her rhythm until she can pin them down on either side of Daisy’s head. 

Daisy quietly whimpers at the shift. She bites down on her bottom lip, eyes screwed shut as she stops herself from coming loudly. 

Jemma immediately stops, gripping Daisy’s wrists more firmly. “Daisy,” she whispers. She bends her head down to kiss Daisy’s cheek softly. “We’re home now. We’re safe.” She kisses Daisy’s nose gently and she watches Daisy open her eyes slowly.  

Daisy swallows thickly and nods. “I know. I know.” She lets out like she’s reminding herself. “Please–” She wriggles underneath Jemma. 

Jemma slowly rolls her hips, carefully thrusting into Daisy until she’s ready for more. She presses her lips against Daisy’s cheek, still holding her down gently. “Go ahead, love. Be as loud as you want.” 

It starts off with soft controlled whimpers. Daisy still feels careful about being vocal, too scared if she gets too loud, they’ll get caught. Jemma presses against her fully to ground her, whispering in her ear that they’re safe in the comfort of their own home. Jemma hikes Daisy’s leg around her waist for deeper access and Daisy cries out. 

“That’s it, good girl,” Jemma encourages with every thrust. Daisy moan louder and louder at every encouragement. Jemma folds both of her knees to her chest and thrusts deeper than before and Daisy loses complete control. She comes screaming Jemma name, clutching the sheets until her knuckles are white. 

Jemma comes tumbling after pushing as deeply as she can until their both sated.

Jemma collapses beside Daisy’s spent body, catching her breath, looking over as Daisy does the same, eyes closed. Her hand cups Daisy’s cheek, prompting Daisy to look at her. “I’ve missed being with you like this.”

Normally Mack was the only one awake at this hour. He lived in a quiet neighborhood, a little bit suburbia, but he enjoyed the peacefulness of it. His neighbors were friendly but they kept to themselves, and no one was bothered with his motorcycle. Best of all, he could enjoy his morning runs without being bothered. 

That was until his new neighbor moved in. 

The woman, Elena Rodriguez, was a lot different from his other neighbors. She was up at strange hours, was always driving around different cars that Mack has never seen a repeat of, and more noticeably was a runner. 

A runner who really enjoyed competition. 

Soon, Mack’s morning jogs were becoming morning races and despite being a man of routine, he was enjoying the change. 

“Catch up turtle man!” Elena shouts, running backward so she could give Mack a cocky smile. Mack swears slightly and picks up the pace, refusing to let her get away with the turtle man comment. 

She beats him like Elena always does. But Mack has a kid with an obsession with water guns, and he will get his vengeance.