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Jemma's mouth opens as she feels the wet folds between Bobbi's legs. The doctor shakes her head, unable to wrap her mind around the situation. This charistmatic, strong, and frankly quite fetching woman has such a reaction to her? “T… that's not possible," she whispers to herself.

“You sell yourself too short, love," Bobbi says, leaning in and holding onto the doctor's cheek. She slips closer, pressing her lips against Jemma's. The doctor returns the kiss, her whole body shuddering. When Bobbi pulls her lips away, she licks at them and chuckles. “This isn't your first time, is it?"

“W… well, I admit, I had some curiosity back at the academy, but I was always so b-busy, so my, er experimentations, were always theoretical.

“Well, then," Bobbi says, pressing her body up against Simmons's. “What hypothesis are you going to derive from this encounter?"

“I…" Jemma gulps. “I honestl don't know."

“Well then, let's find out the old-fashioned way," Bobbi says, pulling Jemma down to the bed. The taller woman lays upon the mattress, wrapping her arms around the scientist, becoming the big spoon in their relationship. Such a beautiful girl, Jemma Simmons, yet such a traitor. If only she had stayed with Hydra, perhaps Greg would be more amicable towards her, instead of feeling such disdain. But that doesn't matter. What mattters now is popping this troublesome woman's lesbian cherry and then leaving her out to dry. There are much hotter fish in the sea in this base. She's just a small prize, not the main dish.

Bobbi's fingers trail up and under Jemma's shirt, cupping at her breast as she kisses the woman's neck. “You're always doing so much for us, Jemma. I never get a chance to personally thank you. Funny, that a biologist doesn't get to have sex. Isn't that part of your job, the study of life? What is sex but another part of life?" she brushes her fingers down to Jemma's navel.

“I… I just… I want…"

“Shh… Jemma, don't talk, just enjoy," Bobbi says, kissing ujp along her cheek. Jemma turns toward her with narrowed eyes and open mouth, and Bobbi takes the oppurtunity to lock lips with her once again.

With their tongues embroiled in that ancient dance, Bobbi can slip her hand into Simmons's pocket with the doctor being none-the-wiser. Of course, at the same time, she slips her other hand down that skirt of hers. A bit of misdirection goes a long way, especially as once her hands slip down under the woman's underwear, the doctor would not be so keen to think about the keycard that Bobbi removes and slips under the covers for safekeeping.

Jemma instead gasps as the fingers play at her crotch, tickling just above th hood and making her lift her hips up.

Bobbi giggles. “Jemma, you're quite lewd. Never thought you'd be so hot for this. You're just full of surprises.

“A…. Ah, so are you, B…. Bobbi."

She shushes the doctor with another kiss, her fingers teasing between the lips now, playing with her button. This is about as far as she's going to go with the good doctor.

While she is busy fingering Simmons, Bobbi is also keeping an ear out on the chatter in the halls beyond. It's a little difficult to make anyting out, with the heavy breathing of the pleased doctor on top of her, but she has to keep things going if she's going to be ready for her soldiers when they arrive.

“Bobbi…" Jemma whispers, her eyes fluttering. “Your fingers… you're so good… do… do you…"

“All part of the job, Jem" she says, kissing her cheek. Her fingers curl up, pushing up between the folds. “Got to know the art of seduction, no matter what my target has between their legs.

“I'm… I'm sure Hunter appreciates knowing you're so skilled," Jemma says."

Bobbi freezes. Hunter? Who was that? It was in some file or something about her somewhere, but she can't quite place it. Is Simmons onto her. Does she know something about Bobbi that she doesn't. Is she trying to trick her? How is she going to get out of this?

She takes a deep breath, shakes her head, and says. “No more talking, I said. You need to focus on yourself, and not on anything else." She follows this up, kissing Jemma's neck, suckling on the skin for a bit.

Soon enough, Jemma cries out, rocking her hips against Bobbi's fingers. Her whole body shakes in an orgasmic finish, making it the perfect time for Bobbi to try out one of her new techniques. After all, she had been touching this girl for some time now, perhaps, with that influence she can just sort of take her mind and…"

Jemma's eyes roll back and she slumps over on the bed. Bobbi, meanwhile, snickers as she pulls herself up. “Great, I can knock people out now. Better get this over with inow. Don't want poor Morse to develop a hunch. I still gotta take this baby on a real spin." She says, bringing her fingers up. She licks over them and shudders at the taste. “Yes, next I'm going to get that lovely Skye."

SHe presses her fingers to Jemma's head, and then Bobbi slumps over, only for Jemma to wake up. THe scientist sits up, reaches into the bed for the discarded keycard, and slips it back into her pocket. She looks at herself in the mirror as she buttons her top back up. “Alright, gents," she says, happy that her accent still is retained, despite the switch in minds. “Let's get to work, shall we?"

With that, she locks the door and steps out into the hall, SHIELD agents running around as the speaker blares over the intercom “Attention all units. Prepare for large prisoner transfer. We have a dozen Hyrda agents waiting to be be processsed.

“Oh, yes, indeed you do," Jemma says, a sinister smile as she heads over towards the prison.