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The wait feels like forever as “Bobbi" lays on her bed, one leg crossed over the other. Instead of her usual outfit, she went for the tight shield bodysuit with the black on the outside and white on the stomach and down the legs.

Soon, the call comes out, and Bobbi heads on over towards the briefing room. “Agent Morse," Coulson says, “I see you're going for the classic look. Why's that?"

“Thought I'd try something new for a change, sir. So, what's the situation."

“Hydra's getting desperate, it seems. I can't tell if these are with Strucker or List, but they're sloppy, inattentive.

“You want me to go and take care of them?" she asks.

“No… you just got back from a mission. Besides, Simmons wanted to talk to you about something. Said it wasn't urgent or anything, but you might as well see her about it. Best get going now, though. We might need you if things get dicey."

“Yes sir…" she says, “but I might have some insight on this. I think I could get them to talk when you bring them in."

As she leaves, she bites her thumb, growling to herself. “Those idiots better not mess this up. I need them for the switch. Oh well, better see what the prestigious Dr. Simmons wants. That little double agent traitor has a lot to make up for, learning all of Hydra's secrets while she worked there over the summer—the nerve of her. But… well, she's quite cute, in her own sort of way.

In the med Bay, Jemma Simmons walks right up to Bobbi, playing with a datapad. “Ah, there you are, I… what are you wearing?"

“Oh, this?" she asks, running her hands down her body. “It's nothing, just a little thing from my early days. I had a thought, you know? What if we weren't so underground? What if we operated more like the Avengers, being in the limelight? I've been in the shadows my entire career. I like it there, don't get me wrong, but there's just something romantic about being in the limelight sometimes."

“Hm… well, we don't have to do that because we already have the Avengers. Coulson has already figured ways to contact them should we find more Hydra bases for them to take on. But enough about that. I wanted to talk to you about something…"

Bobbi stands behind Jemma as the doctor turns around, bringing up a screen showing off the interrogation rooms. “Both of these individuals you brought in are claiming they're suffering from some sort of identity dissonance. You didn't experience anything strange out there, did you?"

Bobbi moves her hands up, placing them upon Simmons' shoulders. “No, but I'm sure a brilliant woman like yourself would be able to find out the truth, sooner or later."

Simmons spins around, her eyes widening. “A… agent Morse, what are you doing? This is…"

Bobbi leans in, her hand against the wall as she looms over the shorter woman. “It's what? You're so tense, Doc. You should learn to relax once in a while.It might help you think clearer."

“I'm fine, thank you very much. I understand the workings of the human body enough to know when I'm stressed. Now please, would you…"

She trails off as Bobbi brushes a finger under her chin. “And I know enough to know when a girl needs an extra dose of relaxation. Coulson has me off this case, and I find myself with too much free time. Perhaps, if you don't mind, I can show you how I like to relax."

“A… Agent Morse, I can't, I have much too much work to-to."

Bobbi places her finger upon Jemma's lips and leans in closer. “Shhh… I'll be busy busting heads in interrogation once the team gets back. Why don't I show you some moves so you can get a load off your shoulders?"

Simmons looks over her shoulder, furrowing her brow as she considers it for a moment. With a sigh, she finally says. “Fine, Miss Morse, that seems acceptable, but please, let's just make this quick."

“Sure… your place or mine?"

Jemma blushes and stomps out of the room. Bobbi licks her lips and follows her, snickering to herself. Soon enough, Jemma uses her own keycard to get into the room, Bobbi noting which pocket she sticks it in as she heads into the room.

Once inside, though, she turns off all pretense of propriety and immediately pulls off the doctor's coat, pulling her up closer to herself and opening her mouth a little. “Now, then, doctor, ready to experiment?"

Jemma closes her eyes, letting out a deep breath as she awaits what's next. She squeaks as Bobbi's lips press against her own, and she feels the tension explode within her, seizing her body a moment before she finally gasps out, her body relaxing as if it were melting. When Bobbi pulls her lips back, the biologist leans in, trying to make that connection once more. “It… it's exhilarating…" she notes.

“Isn't it, though?" Bobbi says." She reaches up at her neck and starts to pull the zipper down on her bodysuit. “The world is so uptight and prudish. Sure, we're brilliant minds, but we're brilliant minds inside these physical vessels, and if we can't stimulate those vessels from time to time, why have them at all?" She says this, pulling it down far enough to reveal that she's not wearing a bra. Leaving the outfit unzipped to just above her navel, she stands with her hands upon her hips. “Now, Dr. Simmons, why don't you show me that you enjoy a bit of experimentation of a more fun sort."

Jemma gulps and steps forward, placing her hand upon Bobbi's smooth skin. The larger woman grabs her by the wrist and shoves her hand down underneath the suit and between her legs. “Feel that? That's how I feel just thinking about doing this with you…" she whispers.