things you said at 1AM
Skye crawls onto her side of the bed and leans in close.
“Are you awake,” she whispers into Jemma’s ear.
“Now I am,” she grumbles.
“Ooh, sorry,” Skye apologizes. That probably wasn’t her brightest idea. “It’s just—I can’t sleep.”
Jemma sighs and checks the clock before rolling over to face Skye.
“It’s one in the morning,” she whines. She’s only gotten three hours of sleep, and she’d like to get a few more before she starts her day. “Don’t you always stay up this late?”
Jemma might be an early bird, preferring to be up and starting her day sometime around six, but Skye is a night owl. On days when they’re both muddling through complicated work projects, their paths sometimes cross at four or five in the morning.
But 1AM? Even Jemma needs to get some shut-eye.
“Yeah, but I just got back from Berlin, so technically it’s 7AM,” Skye explains.
“Did you sleep on the plane?” Jemma asks. Even exhausted, she’s reasonable.
“Well yeah,” Skye tells her, turning onto her back, eyes still focused on the outline of Jemma’s face in the dark. “It was a commercial flight, seven hours.”
“And you don’t think that’s keeping you up?” Jemma’s eyes feel heavy, she needs to get back to sleep.
“Probably,” Skye looks at the ceiling and huffs in frustration. She’s going to be a mess tomorrow morning.
Jemma’s silent for a good minute, and Skye thinks she might have fallen asleep. She’s about to get out of bed and go fish her laptop out of her carry-on, when Jemma finally speaks.
“There are sleeping pills on my side of the bathroom vanity,” she grumbles.
They’re really not supposed to be used in this kind of situation, but she’s tired enough that desperate times call for desperate measures.
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