Simmons frowned down at the lab sample trying to make sense of what she was seeing, while beside her, Fitz was trying to assemble a night-night gun for Ward but failing miserably with the huge gloves on.

It was cold out, Simmons was sure of it, but in these huge coats and bulky hoods that Coulson and May insisted on them wearing, Simmons was working up a sweat.

Simmons felt a familiar pair of arms wrap around her, and two gloved hands slid into her front coat pockets. "Skye." Simmons tried to sound stern, but a smile lit up her face regardless. "What are you doing?"

"My hands are cold," Skye whined, her voice muffled by the thick hood on Simmons head.

Simmons concern was real this time. "Aren't the gloves working? They're made with special material, they should be able to withstand any temperatures."

"They're cold." Skye repeated. "I'm cold."

Simmons rolled her eyes. "I highly doubt you're cold, Skye, those gloves are made with..." She trailed off when she felt pressure on her right cheek and a groan of frustration from Skye. "Just what on earth are you doing?"

"I'm trying to kiss your stupid cheek, but your stupid hood is in the stupid way." Skye huffed with irritation. "And I am too cold."

"Skye, you can't possibly-"

Simmons was promptly spun around in Skye's arms, Skye shushing her in the process. She was met with icy cold lips on her own and she was surprised at just how cold Skye's lips actually were.

She had no sooner begun to kiss her girlfriend back when May's voice dead panned through the silence. "Skimmons, I thought we agreed, no kissing on the field."

Skye pulled back with an eye roll. "We didn't agree, you and Coulson just decided."

"Well you're making Fitz uncomfortable. Not to mention, Ward. Besides, you both have work to do."

"Yes, mom." Skye said sarcastically under her breath.

May gave Skye a smirk. "Get back to work, Skye," before wandering off to talk to Coulson.

Skye turned to Simmons with a puppy dog expression. "How am I supposed to work with my adorable girlfriend right next to me and I'm not allowed to kiss her?"

Simmons smiled and wordlessly reached up to tug Skye's beanie over her brown eyes.

"Very funny, Jemma." Skye sounded unimpressed.

Simmons continued smiling and leaned over to peck her girlfriend on the lips once more before going back to work.

Across the field, May and Coulson watched Skye and Simmons flirt and tease, Jemma constantly yanking Skye's beanie over her head to kiss her gently on the lips.

"Should we make them get back to work?" Coulson raised a brow at May who shook her head with an amused look on her face.

"They're happy, and it's innocent now." May said. "They'll get their work down. Besides, they could use some happy now that Skye's better." She glanced up at Coulson to see him smirking at her. "What?"

"You like them together. You like them happy. You called them Skimmons."

"So? Is it a crime to want them happy?"

"Of course not. Mama bear."

"Shut up. Papa bear."