Prompts: skimmons break up (it's not you it's me) and get back together because they can't live with each other and/or shameless skimmons smut

The perfect response I had for this prompt was Disclosure - Latch (ft. Sam Smith) because it just felt like such a great representation of Skimmons because…welp break up and make up and longing/yearning. Disclaimer - song isn't mine, skimmons aren't mine, this writing is mine tho

Rated M. Enjoy!

Jemma felt her heart tremble as she stepped onto the Bus. It felt strange being back on the Bus for some reason. It had only been two weeks. Maybe it was because she had been so busy, constantly thrown into a new city, building, conference every 3 days. It was disorienting.

However, Jemma knew the truth. She couldn't ignore the tug at her heart. The tightening of her heart and suffocating of her lungs. There wasn't a day that she didn't cry since she had stepped off the Bus.

May and Coulson had been there to welcome her back. It was brief but they were on their way to return some reports to Deputy Director Hill from their latest mission. Meaning that Skye should've been there.

"She missed you," May informed softly, glancing at Coulson.

The most Coulson was do was offer a comforting pat on her arm and nod to confirm May's statement. He had almost looked like he had felt bad. For whom? Jemma had an inkling. It was her fault.

"You should talk to her," he encouraged in his sagely way, "I am sure things have died down."

Jemma felt the tug at her heart again. There were tears that were threatening to fall. All she could do was nod. Both of them had wished her luck before heading out to the Hub.

As Jemma walked back onto the Bus, the memories flooded her mind. All of the thoughts of her and Skye from beginning to end. Her heart fell over and over from beginning to end.

She remembered that day clearly. Exactly two weeks ago when she left, Jemma had no intention of returning. She thought it was a sensible progression in her life. The Bus was an adventure but since she realized how fragile life could be, maybe it was time to slow down. If she held onto the Bus for too long, she knew she'd fall off.

The Academy offered her a tenured position, a lumpsum of money for research, and opportunities to speak at so many different conferences. It was far safer than anything she could want. After all, Fitz had taken that route.

What she didn't take into account was falling in love with Skye. Skye was a different adventure. An adventure that could have been endless. Yet, she cut it short. For the best. Her life was too busy, her life needed to be safe. It was her fear of not being able to keep up with Skye and not being able to keep Skye safe.

It was wrong of her to think that. All the time apart from Skye made her yearn. Made her cry. And made her realize that nothing else seemed to matter than loving Skye.

Without realizing it, Skye had knocked down evert boundary that Jemma ever had. She had come close enough to Jemma, leaving no choice but locking her in. The matters of the heart were something that Jemma could never quite understand but she knew Skye was it for her.

She was wrong. Even when they were apart, Skye continued to enchant her every thought, every breath—everything.

Jemma's heart pounded loudly in her chest as she raised her hand to knock on Skye's door. What was she going to say? She just wanted Skye back.

"Jemma."

Her head shot to the sound of Skye's voice. The uncertainty was unmasked. Jemma's heart continued to pound as she stared at the love of her life. She couldn't fathom how they managed without each other for two weeks.

Skye stood there stiffly, slowly pulling the towel down from around her neck. Dressed in her sports bra and tight shorts to match, Skye looked flawless from her workout.

Jemma stood dumbstruck, enamoured by Skye. Her eyes shot to the rippling abdominal muscles that contracted and expanded with every breath. She felt her knees tremble. The shining brown eyes staring back at her with the same longing that she had for the last two weeks.

"I was wrong," Jemma barely choked out.

Skye stepped closer. Jemma mirrored her.

"I missed you," Skye admitted without remorse. Her hands subtly trembled at her sides.

"I missed you," Jemma returned feeling her heart shiver.

They stood inches apart. Skye's warm breath caressing Jemma's face. Both of them knew they had to talk. There were things that they didn't mean to say and things they didn't mean to leave unsaid.

"I lov—"

Jemma's words were cut off as Skye's lips pressed against hers. They were close enough and Skye couldn't bear not to lock her in again.

Their lips played a familiar dance, tongue sliding in with ease. A moan threw Jemma back into reality. She pulled away needing to breath more than ever.

"Why did you kiss me?" Jemma demanded breathlessly, her heart beating out of her chest. She felt her body cry out as she rested her forehead against Skye's comfortably.

Skye shook her head. She didn't want to just answer. She needed Jemma. Jemma needed her. Their lips met again with more fervor. The burning kindle of their love warmed every part of their body.

Without realizing it, Jemma was slowly being pushed back fully against Skye's door. Her arms grasped tightly at Skye's firm upper arms.

Skye tore away from Jemma's lips and moved towards her neck. Jemma cried out, missing how good that felt. Her arms wrapped around Skye's shoulders, her fingers ran across every dip and curve of Skye's muscles. Before she knew it, Skye lifted her legs around her waist and pushed them both into the room.

Jemma felt her back hit the bed with a bounce as Skye fell comfortably between her legs. She moaned at the sensation, realizing she had needed a release for awhile now. Clasping Skye's face in her hands, Jemma pulled her in for another kiss.

She couldn't wait any longer. She was craving Skye, completely wet and ready for her. It was stupid for them to part.

"I need you," Skye groaned as she rolled her hips against Jemma's.

Jemma shuddered visibly as she let out a small whimper and shackled Skye into her embrace. "Love me," she begged as she latched onto Skye.

In every way, Jemma gave in. Her heart pounded so loudly, she became disoriented. The only bearing was through Skye.

Skye slipped her hand into Jemma's jeans and pushed against the wet fabric. She moaned in satisfaction, knowing full well how much Jemma was begging for it. Without wasting time, she pushed the wet fabric aside and slid two fingers into Jemma.

She had missed this. Feeling Jemma completely at her will and wantonly begging for her touch. A whimper escaped her lips again and Skye reveled in the sound as she pumped in and out of Jemma.

Never again. She wasn't going to let Jemma slip away again. The weeks, days, minutes, seconds were all too torturous without her. The way she smiled and stared at Skye like she was the only thing that matter; Skye couldn't let that slip away again.

Now that Jemma was close enough, Skye wrapped an arm around her, pulling her impossibly closer. She added a third finger and Jemma came with Skye's name on her lips.

Jemma latched tightly onto Skye as she came for fear of letting her go.

"I won't let go of you," Skye promised.