ultiimus asked:

[ Loretta ran a finger along Jemma's jawline, cupping the girl's chin, grinning. ] And how are you, my pet~?

Jemma bit her lip, staring up at the woman, a shiver running down her spine.  “I’m fine ma’am.  I was just reading,” she explained, nodding to the book on the table beside her.

She sat in the grand penthouse apartment, in the den specifically.  She hadn’t heard her Mistress come home but she was glad to see her.