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Jemma was a little bit giddy.
She’d walked to Fitz’s bunk just after dinner, nervous and excited and a million other things. Fitz was still tired from the fight on the Iliad the night before, but he had wanted to talk about it. And they’d gotten from “maybe there is” to “yes, there is, so let’s take it slow and get to know each other again.”
Of course, part of her absolutely did not want to take it slow, but there was still a lingering nervousness between them. They didn’t want to mess it up. And that was fine. They’d get there.
So, as the clock ticked closer to midnight, and Fitz got more and more visibly sleepy, yawning every few minutes, she stood with a reluctant smile and a sudden yawn of her own. “I guess I should get back to my bunk, now.”
Oh, crooked grin from Fitz. She hadn’t gotten a crooked Fitz grin for ages. Her smile widened.
“Yeah,” he said softly. “I’ll, uhm. Walk you out.”
They both looked to the door, which was all of three feet away, and laughed. It wasn’t all that funny, but she suspected he was just as giddy as he was.
“Can I. Uhm. Have a hug?” She asked, feeling a bit silly asking.
He laughed again. “Yeah, Jem, you can have a hug. C’mere.”
And it was one of their full on bear hugs, arms wound tightly around each other and no space between their bodies and god, Jemma felt like she was finally home. She dropped her cheek against his shoulder and deeply inhaled. It turned into a sigh when he kissed her forehead.
And that was when the alarm sounded.
They sprang apart in shock.
“What-” Fitz started.
May’s clipped tone came over the intercom. “There has been an incident. There is no active threat. Please shelter in place until Coulson gives the all clear.”
“What the hell?” Fitz finished.
Jemma’s phone pinged. She fished it out of her pocket. “Skye texted me. Apparently one of the techs didn’t properly secure one of the weapons we picked up and it went off. No one was hurt, but they want everyone safe until they’re sure nothing else is compromised.”
Fitz winced. “That’ll take hours. They didn’t start until this afternoon.”
“Why aren’t you helping?“
Fitz rolled his eyes. “Required rest after missions still. Injury recovery.”
“Oh,” she said. “Well. That’s a good thing, then. You could have gotten-“
She was cut off by Fitz’s wide yawn.
“Sorry,” he said through it.
“It’s fine. You need to sleep. Go to bed, I’ll just kip on the couch.”
“No,” Fitz said immediately. “You take the bed.”
“No. You had a mission yesterday.”
“Yeah, but you’re…”
Fitz stopped when her eyes narrowed. “You are a capable woman who can sleep anywhere she sees fit.”
She snorted. “Nice save.”
“Thanks.”
She glanced at the bed, feeling the slightly touch of nerves. “We could just share.”
He jumped. “I, ah. Don’t want you to be uncomfortable.” He rubbed the back of his neck.
She felt herself smile again. “I’m not,” she promised. “Besides, we have shared much narrower beds than a full.”
He chuckled. “Yeah. Yeah, we have.”
He was nervous.
“Fitz,” she said, “if you’re uncomfortable, I really can be on the couch. Or we could stay up-“
He yawned uncontrollably again and she couldn’t help but laugh.
“No, I’m not uncomfortable.” She saw him blush a bit. “I think it’ll be nice, actually.”
She flushed, too. “Yes,” she said softly. “I think so, too.”
She got her second crooked Fitz grin of the night. Lucky her.
“Here,” he said, walking over and opening one of his drawers. “You can borrow a tshirt and sweatpants. The ones that you always stole at school, even.”
“Is it theft if they are often freely given?” She asked.
“Yes.”
They did an awkward little dance around each other, complete with dumb grins. Fitz gave her a spare toothbrush and it was nice, brushing their teeth at the same sink, jockeying for a better position and laughing at each other a bit. Maybe this was just her toothbrush at his place now.
She felt light. She felt like they were them again.
It wasn’t weird to climb into bed together. He leaned over and kissed her forehead, drawing another smile out of her.
“Good night, Jemma.”
“Good night, Fitz.”
He turned off the light. She sighed and sunk into the bed. Fitz was a human heater, and he smelled nice, and the sound of his soft breathing was soothing. He really must have been exhausted at that point, as he curled onto his side facing her and was out in seconds.
She watched him sleep for a few minutes before she closed her eyes and let herself drift.
-
She never slept well when she was in a new bed, so it wasn’t a surprise when she drifted back to consciousness during the night. The sound of Fitz’s steady breathing filled the space. She realized that at some point, he had wrapped his arm around her waist, tugging her closer. He was holding her.
Her whole body flooded with warmth.
She snuggled in deeper, letting her eyes open. There was a little space between them still. He must have overheated while they slept- he’d shoved the covers down and-
Fitz was hard.
She took another deep, steadying breath, but it didn’t help. Seeing the shape of him through the thin, dark fabric immediately made her ache.
He was asleep. They had agreed to take things slow. People with penises routinely experienced erections at night. He might not even be dreaming.
But what if they weren’t taking things slow? She let herself imagine it, just for a second- if she could slip off her shorts and press close to him and kiss him awake. If he would smile at her, if she could surprise him by hitching her leg over his hip so he could feel how wet she was just from knowing he was hard. Would he take her like that, slow and careful, until they were both desperate to come? Or would he flip her over and fuck her into the mattress?
She didn’t manage to stop the soft moan that escaped her at the thought. She shuddered from arousal and his hand flexed against her back. She froze.
He sighed and blinked awake, looking dazed. She blinked a lot, trying to act like she was just waking up, too.
“Jemma?” He murmured. And god, she could listen to his voice, all sleep rumbly and deep, for the rest of her life.
“Hmm?” She stretched without thinking (later, she would wonder if it was subconscious) and her hip brushed against his erection.
They both froze. He suddenly was wide awake.
“Uh,” he said.
“Oh,” she whispered.
She wanted to do that again. She bit her lip, but couldn’t quite meet his eyes.
He cleared his throat and rolled slightly away from her, settling on his back and looking deliberately at the ceiling with his arms stiff at his sides. She echoed the position, trying not to make him any more uncomfortable.
“Sorry,” he said, and his voice had gone a little high pitched. “Just, ah. Nighttime.”
“Yup,” Jemma said immediately. “I’m a biologist, so.”
He snorted. She felt him relax just the smallest amount. “A good one, I’ve heard.”
“So I’m told.”
The tension in the room was still lingering. She had a lot of questions. She shouldn’t ask any of them. But the thing was- even geniuses are stupid when they’re turned on.
“You weren’t dreaming, then?”
Fitz startled and tensed again. “What?”
“You weren’t dreaming?”
There was a long, quiet moment before he answered. “Why are you asking me that?”
It was a fair question. The real answer was “because waiting is stupid and I want you on top of me,” but she wasn’t going to say that. “I was just curious.”
He turned his head to look at her. She continued staring at the ceiling, not sure if she wanted to see how he was looking at her.
“You were curious.”
She bit her lip again and nodded.
“That’s not taking things slow, Doctor Simmons.”
There was a new rasp to his voice that she hadn’t ever heard before.
She swallowed. Her mouth was suddenly quite dry. “I’ve been curious about it for a long time.”
His breath hitched, for just a second. “You want to know what gets me hard?”
She took a deep, slightly shaky breath and nodded again.
“Jemma. Look at me.”
Gathering her courage, she turned her head to look at him as he rolled back onto his side, completely facing her again.
He was looking at her with the fierce concentration he got when he encountered a particularly complex task- but there was something else lying underneath it. She wanted to know what it was.
“Did you wake up before me?”
“Yes,” she whispered. Her voice was a little raspy, too.
His breath hitched again, a little louder. “So that moan I heard. That wasn’t a dream?
“No,” she said.
He visibly swallowed. Suddenly, he looked determined. He reached for the quilt she had up to her shoulders and with what felt like painful slowness, he pulled it down, exposing her from her collarbones to her knees. She took a deep, shuddering breath.
She didn’t know who moved first but finally, finally, Fitz was kissing her.
For a second after their lips met, neither of them moved- he must have felt that same sense of “finally” that she was. But then she rested her hand on his neck and ghosted her thumb across his jaw line, and it was like a dam had burst.
Her thoughts fizzled out to nothing more than impressions of what she was feeling. Fitz, kissing her, tilting his head to meet her at every turn, anticipating her every action. They slipped easily into the same back and forth they always had but it was better like this, because all of her senses were filled with him, because it was Fitz. Finally.
It was luxurious, really, to make out with Fitz in his bed.
He pulled back, softly ending it. She wanted to protest but the intense want in his eyes pinned her into place.
Gently, still slowly, he rested her palm on her stomach. He was looking at her face for something- and she understood immediately that he was asking permission, that if she wanted to stop this she could.
She tilted her chin up in a challenge instead.
The corner of his mouth twitched up in a smirk. There was that sparkle in his eyes she loved so much- when he was feeling a little cocky and reckless.
Still watching her face, he slipped his hand over her stomach and below the waistband of her shorts. He slid his fingers further down, softly brushing over her folds. She saw the moment he felt how wet she was- his eyes closed for a second and he inhaled sharply.
“What got you like this?” He choked out.
She turned a little more towards him and brushed her fingers over the shape of him through his boxers. She heard him hiss, so she wrapped her hand firmly around him.
“Seeing you like this,” she said.
He made a soft noise that could have been a whimper before dipped his head and kissed her again, immediately sucking on her lower lip and coaxing her mouth open under his. She felt giddy, light from it. His lips were so soft.
She moved to slip her hand inside of his boxers but he pulled his hips away from her.
“You first,” he said insistently, kissing her between words, “want to see you first.”
She pouted. “I want to-“
But then he started to tease her, deliberately sliding his fingers through her arousal but not dipping them inside her or touching her clit, and her brain blanked out again.
“Fitz!”
He kissed her thoroughly again, distracting her briefly, so when the pad of his index finger found her clit and gently started rubbing circles against it her hips jerked in surprise.
“Oh,” she whispered, pressing her head back against the pillow. That felt good.
He brushed his lips against her ear. “Like that? Or,” he changed the pattern, rubbing up and down instead. Her whole body jerked and she whimpered. She curled her hands into his shirt, keeping him close. He was so warm. She could come just like this if he wanted her to.
“There you go,” he murmured. “Can I take your clothes off?”
Oh, god. She nodded eagerly. “But- don’t stop, that feels so good-“
He pressed himself against her hip, cutting her words off. She focused on his face as her breathing got shallower- and there it was, the need he was feeling pulsing under the confident way he was handling her.
She loosened her grip on his shirt so she could smooth her hands over his chest. “Make me come first?” she gasped out.
He briefly dropped his forehead against her shoulder with a shudder. He increased the pressure against her clit, pulling another whimper out of her.
“Anything you want,” he rasped out, once he’d gathered himself. “I just- can I go down on you?”
“Oh! Yes, that, now.” He let out a shaky laugh as she immediately scrambled for the hem of her shirt, pulling it up. He stopped touching her and she couldn’t stop herself from whimpering in protest, but he was moving to help her get undressed with an eager look on his face. They got her shirt up over her head and he froze, slack jawed when he saw her topless, and that was an award in and of itself.
She tossed the shirt onto the floor and reached for the hem of his. He helped her take it off of him seemingly on autopilot, still completely focused on all the new skin he was seeing.
She laid back down and lifted her hips up so she could wiggle out of her shorts. She threw those on the ground too and stretched out, relishing the way his breathing had visibly sped up.
“Fucking hell, Jemma,” he murmured.
Oh, that was a good reaction. She touched his chest again, lightly drawing her fingertips down his sternum, sighing a bit. Almost naked Fitz. Good for her.
“Wasn’t there something you wanted to do?” she asked. She sounded breathless already. She couldn’t stop the light twitching in her hips. She wanted him all over her.
“Oh my god, yes.”
She drew her legs up, preparing for him to settle between them but he surprised her by kissing her again instead, slowly and thoroughly, before he started to drag his mouth along her jawline and down her neck, pressing his lips against every bit of her skin that he could.
“Fitz,” she whispered, and he knew her well enough to know what she meant.
He lifted his head and nudged her nose with his, not quite kissing her. “I’m taking my time,” he said firmly. “I’ve wanted you for too long. Trust me.”
As if she ever didn’t. She nodded, sure she looked as eager as she felt. He lightly kissed her again before pressing his lips to her collarbone.
She consciously relaxed and let herself enjoy this- the sight of Fitz, slowly working his way down her body, and everything he was making her feel.
True to his word, he took his time.
She felt like her skin was thrumming. Every time he touched her, kissed her, the feeling shot straight to her center, winding her up further and further.
He lingered in places she didn’t expect- the hollow of her throat, the planes of her stomach, the curve of her waist. He managed to tease her even while seemingly trying to touch her everywhere.
He was avoiding her breasts just to torture her, she thought. When he yet again dragged his lips over her sternum, she cracked.
“Fitz,” she whined out, “please- touch my-“
He must have been waiting for that. He shot another one of his cocky grins up at her before he finally sucked her nipple into his mouth.
“Fitz!”
He moaned around her and staring laving her nipple with his tongue, not moving to work her other nipple until her whimpers turned into moans. He started soft but got rougher as she cried out, until her hips were rocking up into nothing. Her cunt was throbbing from need.
By the time he ran his hands down her thighs, parting them so he could settle between them, her whole body felt like it was on the edge of breaking. She couldn’t remember ever being this wet before, she couldn’t catch her breath. She just needed him.
“Please,” she gasped out.
His eyes were dark as he pressed sloppy kisses down her inner thighs. The scruff on his face was rough against the delicate skin it brushed, just like she had imagined it would be. He slipped his shoulders underneath her knees, looping his arms around her thighs so he could stroke his hands over her hips and stomach.
“Fitz, I-“
He kept eye contact with her as he licked her slowly from her opening to her clit.
“Oh!” She sunk her fingers into his hair, trying to hold him in place, and he moaned brokenly against her. He licked her again, and again, pulling little tremors out of her.
He pressed his tongue against her clit, mimicking the pattern and pressure she’d liked so much when he’d touched her and sending sharp darts of pleasure through her. Her hips stuttered uncontrollably.
She tried to rock against his mouth but he pinned her hips to the bed with his forearm. He slowed down, drawing out the pressure, still looking up at her with this hunger in his eyes that she could barely fathom being directed at her. She got the message- he wanted to be in control. Cocky Fitz. She was more than fine with that. Once he was satisfied that she would let him take the lead, he built back up to the pace she so liked.
She gasped for air as the pleasure concentrated in her center, pulling her body tighter and tighter. She was a little light headed from how intense everything was.
“Fitz,” she gasped out. “Inside?”
She’d wanted his fingers but he surprised her. His hands had been rubbing circles into her skin, but he moved so he was stroking her clit with his thumb and pushed his tongue inside her instead.
“Oh, god!”
He moaned into her again. How much he seemed to be enjoying this made her head spin. She arched her back hard, her body struggling to process the feeling as he slipped his tongue in and out of her. She gasped hoarsely. He kept making those broken sounds against her and when she managed to look down at him, he looked totally wrecked, like he was barely hanging on himself. His hips were grinding against the bed and god, could she imagine him fucking into her when she saw that.
“Fuck, Fitz, I-“
She roughly grabbed at her breasts, groping herself with one hand while winding her fingers tighter into his curls with her other. He doubled down on her clit, faster and with more pressure and she was just- she could just-
She glanced down and their eyes met again. The heat, the need she saw in his was the final piece she needed.
She came with a wail, probably entirely too loudly, but she didn’t care for a second, not when her body was breaking apart like this, with her vision nearly whiting out and him groaning against her like he’d nearly come, too. She felt like she’d never stop shuddering against his mouth, like the waves would never stop rolling through her.
She melted into the mattress, panting wildly as she tried to catch her breath. She’d soaked the sheet underneath them, she could feel it sticking to her skin. He licked her folds softly, soothing her. He didn’t seem to want to stop. She whimpered out his name again.
He reversed the path he’d taken down her body. The random, shakier brushes of his mouth against her skin drew out the little aftershocks she was still shivering through.
He hovered over her. “Jem?” He was breathing heavily. She felt him helplessly press his cock against her hip, not quite grinding against her, but clearly unable to stop moving.
She smiled at him, wide and bright, before she sunk her fingers into his hair again, pulling him in for another kiss. He groaned into her mouth and she wound her other arm around him, tugging him down on top of her as she thoroughly explored the way she tasted on his tongue.
He broke away. “Jem, I-“
“Can I- do you need-“
“Yes- are you okay-“
She laughed. “I’m over the moon, love.”
She pushed at his boxers. He collapsed next to her on his back so he could shove them off. She somehow found enough energy to curl onto her side, following him so they could keep kissing, all shallow presses of their mouths together as he breathed in hard.
She slipped her hand between her legs and then wrapped it around his cock.
“Oh, fuck!”
He bucked into her hand. She pressed her mouth against his neck, echoing the way he’d kissed her skin before she gently nipped at his jaw, fulfilling a longtime urge. She loved the scruff.
“This isn’t going to take long,” he admitted, his voice breathy.
She looked down, feeling a new rush of arousal at the sight of his cock thrusting through her grip.
“You liked eating me out, then?”
He nodded vigorously. His eyes closed as he gasped. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”
She nipped at his jaw again. “Show me what you like. I want you to come as hard as I did.”
“Fuck, Jemma.”
He wrapped his hand around hers and guided her movements. She was completely enthralled by the sight of him getting off, by the way he was bucking into their hands, the broken way he was gasping and murmuring her name, the totally lost look on his face as he squeezed his eyes shut and pressed his head back against the pillow.
She kissed and nipped at all of the skin she could reach, trying to make him feel just as cared for as she did.
“Look at you,” she whispered. “I can’t believe I finally get to see you like this.”
He turned to face her, his eyes slipping open. He looked so desperate. Fuck, she was getting so wet again.
“Close?”
He nodded. His whole body was tense and shaking.
“Let me see you. Come for me.”
He moaned and tipped over, hoarsely groaning. He thrust frantically in their grip, spilling over their hands and his stomach. She felt halfway to coming again just from seeing it, seeing him shake apart with her name on his lips.
His hips slowed and he kept gasping for air. He kept shaking for what seemed like ages.
His whole body relaxed and they let go of his cock. She lifted her hand to her lips, lapping at his come. His eyes followed the motion, but he didn’t seem to be up to speaking yet.
He tilted his head closer and she leaned in. This kiss wasn’t frantic. It felt like he was savoring her instead. She was still smiling.
Eventually their lips parted. She lifted his arm and tucked herself more firmly against his side, draping it over her shoulders.
“Hi,” she whispered, knowing she sounded giddy.
He cracked one eye open, peering down at her.
“My brain. It’s empty.” He sounded hoarse.
She burst into giggles. “You’re welcome.”
He let out a breathy laugh, too. “Pleased with yourself?”
She nodded. “I think we should both get pleased with ourselves a few more times tonight, actually.”
He gave her an incredulous look. “You have a lot of faith in the idea that I might be able to move in the next few hours.”
She shrugged. “I’ll find a way to inspire you.”
He really laughed that time. “Right. New girlfriend wants to kill me with sex. Noted.”
“Oh, I already got upgraded to girlfriend? What happened to moving slow, Doctor Fitz?”
“Oh, shut up.”