yearning + biospecialist for the prompt please and thank you
“What is this?” There’s a lack of emotion in the question, almost no inflection at all, that’s the first sign of trouble.
“What is what?” Jemma asks, already knowing precisely what Grant’s discovered on her dresser. She knew she should have hidden it behind her unmentionables.
He flashes the application at her, stalling her mid-stretch.
“Right,” she says, hoping her voice doesn’t sound as guilty to his ears as it does to hers. “That. I should think it’s rather obvious.”
He sets the application for transfer down innocently enough, but there’s a weight to the motion that feels like he’s just dropped a live grenade in the middle of her quarters. He sits on the edge of her bed, somewhat sideways so that his feet are still firmly on the ground but he’s facing her.
“Field work? Seriously?”