[In bed, Jemma isn't shy with how she feels. It's one place where she isn't constantly monitoring what she says or her feelings. It's even less so in this drug-fueled ecstasy. The soft noises grow into a keening, a sound she doesn't think she's ever made -- or she would if she were paying that much attention.

She moves with him, and soon -- sooner than she would have liked -- her climax is on her, ebbing and resurging with every movement he makes.]