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"I'm waaaiting!" Skye sang in a sweet voice.
And just like that, Jemma didn't feel nervous anymore.
"There's nothing to tell really, we moved to America when I was 5. I had more books than friends. Skipped a few grades and well, hear I am," Jemma shrugged.
"Better than mine," Skye murmured.
"What was that?" Jemma asked.
"I've been in an orphanage my whole life, other than the occasional foster homes," Skye said like it was no big deal.
"Oh, Skye, I'm sorry," Jemma apologized.
"Hey, you don't need to apologize. It's no biggie, it's just nothing I can undo. Besides, it wasn't that bad. The nuns were pretty entertaining," Skye said with a smile.
"God yes, nuns! I went to a convent till 7th grade until my parents decided that I needed an "authentic high school" experience," Jemma air quoted making Skye laugh.
They sat in comfortable silence for a while, smiling at nothing in particular.
Skye looked at the watch, trying to ascertain what time it was.
"Hey, it's only half an hour till 2015! Do you want to play a game? Let's play a game Jemma!" Skye announced excitedly, clearly borderline drunk.
"Alright, you suggest?" Jemma said carefully taking a sip of her wine. She was tipsy, but she wasn't as drunk as Skye was. Or Fitz.
"I Never! It's a shots game where you say something along the lines of 'I Never did this thing.." and if you have, you take a shot. The point is to get drunk as hell, basically. And since we don't know each other that well, here's our chance," Skye answered with a big grin. "Do you have vodka? And shot glasses?"
"Sounds..fun?" Jemma answered, clearly not convinced but she couldn't say no to Skye, "I'll go check. Fitz occasionally drinks vodka so we might be in luck. Wake him up will you?"
Getting absolutely pissed wasn't Jemma's idea of fun, but with Skye she would probably jump off the Empire State building without hesitating. She didn't know how she felt about it.
Jemma walked off in search of the 'apparatus' for their game, while Skye shifted closer to the snoring Fitz on the couch and nudged him. "Psst Fiiitz. Wake up!" Fitz murmured something and went back to snoring. "FIIIITZ, IT'S ALMOST 2015."
Fitz hummed as Skye continued, nudging him harder, "WAKE UP FITZ YOUR TV IS ON FIRE!"
And with that, Fitz stood up so quickly that he almost tripped over the table, shouting "MY TELLY!"
He looked around him and found nothing was on fire, well other than Skye technically who was laughing so hard she turned red, and with a confused look on his face asked, "what's so funny?"
"Nothing," Skye continued laughing.
"Don't lie! Why are you laughing?" Fitz said with an angry pout, resembling a kicked puppy, just as Jemma walked back in.
"Good! You're up! We were going to play this game called I Never that Skye just told me about. You in or are you too drunk?" Jemma said.
"I'm in as long as there's more alcohol," Fitz murmured, sitting back down on the couch.
After explaining the rules to Fitz, the game was set into motion with Skye being the first one to have a go.
"I Never got drunk with people I met the same day," Skye smiled and took a shot, Fitz following her example.
Jemma continued by stating, "Hm.. I Never skipped a single grade at school," and then downed a shot in triumph, shooting Skye a smile. Fitz, yet again, took a shot of his own.
"Well played," Skye said.
"Thanks," Jemma smirked.
"I.. Never made out with a stranger after getting drunk with them," Fitz said and took a shot immediately.
"Fitz!" Jemma said her eyes wide, clearly surprised. But what surprised her even more was when Skye took a shot looking kind of guilty, trying to avoid eye contact with Jemma.
"Aha!" Fitz pointed to Skye, "I'm not the only one I see." Skye just shrugged in reply.
"I Never punched a douchebag in the face," Skye continued quickly before things got too awkward. Whatever it was between her and Jemma, she had concluded that she was obviously attracted to Jemma. Not at all surprising, considering Jemma Simmons was pretty fucking attractive. But the pessimist part of her brain kept telling her that a girl like Jemma Simmons couldn't possibly be straight or even like her back.
Back to the game, all three of them took a shot of their own and congratulated each other, narrating the story of their punching exploits.
Jemma, looking more and more flushed by the minute, clearly getting well on her way to smashed because of the vodka, said boldly, "I Never fall in love at first sight," and then took a shot and slammed the glass on the table, wiping her mouth on the sleeve of her sweater. Skye's eyes went wide as butterflies of hope fluttered through her stomach, making her feel dizzy.
Taking Jemma's statement as a challenge, Skye took a shot of her own considering it a maybe.
Fitz, on the other hand, pondered for a few moments before shrugging and taking a shot.
"I Never got absolutely smashed on New Year's eve," he said with a grin and downed another shot as both girls did the same grinning. Skye looked at Jemma licking her lips when she thought Jemma wasn't looking and thought about how nice it would feel to kiss them. She shook her head, trying to clear her drunken mess of a mind.
Suddenly braver by Jemma's previous confession of sorts and a flicker of hope burning inside her, Skye spoke without making too much sense, "I Never wanted to kiss someone so bad that I went nuts." She took a shot, looking at Jemma without actively staring at her.
Jemma turned even more pink, if that was a possibility, and looked at Skye before looking at Fitz and then looking nowhere in particular. Two seconds later she was downing a shot as Fitz cheered on saying "Atta girls!"
"Look, only one minute left!" Fitz said getting up excitedly, a tedious task considering how drunk he was, not noticing the staring competition going on between Jemma and Skye.
"Jemma?" Skye said looking at her longingly.
"Yes, Skye?" Jemma asked looking into Skye's eyes, then her lips and back to her eyes.
"TEN!" Fitz exclaimed from behind them. The yells of people outside of and inside the building counting down the seconds to 2015 could be heard.
"This might sound creepy, but I think I like you," Skye said looking at Jemma's lips.
"NINE!"
"I think I like you too, Skye," Jemma said.
"EIGHT!"
"You do?" Skye said, not completely taken aback at this point.
"SEVEN"
"Yes, silly," Jemma smiled.
"SIX!"
"Jemma," Skye said.
"FIVE!"
"Yes?"
"FOUR!"
"I'm going to kiss you now," Skye said inching closer towards Jemma.
"THREE!"
"I would like that," Jemma said closing her eyes.
"TWO!"
Skye closed the space between them, her lips fitting with Jemma's perfectly, the notorious stomach-butterflies finally taking off. Jemma's lips were softer than Skye had previously imagined. She couldn't fucking believe how happy she felt.
"ONE!
HAPPY NEW YEAR!"
Skye pulled back and smiled, "happy new year indeed."
Jemma just gave Skye a shit eating grin and pressed their lips together again.
"Guys???""
Fitz turned around, ready to complain about the lack of wishes from his 'friends', but all his drunk brain could muster was an "Oh" upon the scene that lay before him.
Yep, 2015 is going to be fantastic, Fitz thought and smiled.
fin.