Chapter One: No Expectations

The setting: Season 3, episode hotel room in Bucharest

It used to be that Fitz's brain injury caused his hands to shake, but tonight he knows they are shaking out of pure terror. He has survived being dropped to the bottom of the ocean and transported to an alien world by Hydra, and yet now Fitz is feeling a new type of fear.

He tries to command his mind to cease its racing and instead do what it always does so well –focus. Focusing on an impossible engineering situation is simple and easy, but this night is so different because right at this moment he is laying on the bed with Jemma Simmons, they have finally divested themselves of all of their clothing, they are kissing passionately, and his brain isn't working. His stomach is starting to feel real pain at the fear and anxiety.

The couple is positioned mostly on their sides, with Jemma slightly on top and leaning into him as they kiss. Fitz is enjoying the kiss while simultaneously trying to fend off panic.

Jemma pulls gently away from the kiss and smiles. Fitz almost laughs when he sees her smile – here he is on the brink of hyperventilating and Jemma is…smiling?

"May I make a suggestion Fitz?" she asks, tilting her head. Her voice is sweet yet throatier than usual, and her hands are no longer cold. Her face is flushed, as Fitz knows his own must be as well.

Fitz nods because he thinks speech is out of his reach at this point.

"I suspect that both of us might be….perhaps a bit worried right now," Jemma begins. As she speaks, one of her hands gently roams across his chest. It's a light touch. "It's our first time together and we want everything to be perfect, like a story. We have all these expectations. And we each desperately want to please the other. Add to that the fact that this moment has been a long time in coming." She pauses and takes a breath. "All of this is causing both of us to feel tremendous anxiety."

"Yes," Fitz manages. "Exactly as you said." He takes a second to reflect on her words. So she is nervous too? Yes, of course she is! Fitz wants to shake his head. They are two halves of one whole, and there is always a good probability that she is feeling something akin to what he feels in any given moment. He should have realized that sooner.

Jemma looks down for a second and then her eyes meet his once more. "We need to realize that everything is perfect right now, as is. We are at last together….on top of a bed, naked. Whatever happens next is the cherry on top of the sundae. This is not a performance, and we don't need to hold onto any expectations."

Fitz exhales and already feels his heartbeat slow just a fraction. "You're right. We love each other, and that's really all that matters." He takes a second to silently revel in the feel of her naked skin against his. That sensation alone confirms Jemma's words – the moment is indeed perfect, as is.

Jemma pulls him in for another kiss and brushes his lips with hers. "Yes. I love you more than anything," she murmurs.

Their lips meet again, this time more insistently. As he teases her tongue with his own, Fitz decides to share with her some of his thoughts. "I'm so glad you said that, Jemma. And you – um, your skin is so soft and it really feels nice."

Fitz had walked into that hotel room with a list of fears. He was certainly no virgin; although he hadn't had a girlfriend until now, he had been with more than one woman before. He knew – from reading and from his own experience – that women were so different, that the types of stimulation one woman enjoyed would not necessarily be enjoyed by the next woman. His tongue succeeded on one woman but not on the next. He knew that few, if any, would reach a climax from thrusting alone. And there was also the almost unbearable, unending, shame over the fact that he was not that well-endowed. And yet – each of the few women he had slept with before had wanted more, each had said that he was a caring and wonderful lover.

Those facts should have infused him with confidence, but of course none of those women in the past had been Jemma Simmons. None of those women had captured his heart. And yet here was Jemma once again demonstrating why she was so wonderful. She herself had solved the problem, by bringing up the subject, by talking about it, by assuring Fitz that no matter what happened right now, everything was right and good. Fitz's worries had all disappeared in the span of these last few moments.

Which was fortunate, because right now Jemma is on top of him, smothering his mouth with kisses. She breaks off and positions herself a bit differently, bringing her breasts to his mouth. One of his hands reaches up to cup and stroke one breast, while his lips reach the other and start to plant kisses on it.

"They're small," she says, with a slight laugh.

Fitz's eyes are wide. "They're the most beautiful sight," he breathes and returns to his kisses. "Do you know how long I've waited to do this?" He gently places more kisses all along her breasts. "Do you like to have your nipples sucked?" he asks.

"Yes!" she answers. He sucks on the peaks, at one point accidentally making a slurping noise. They both giggle at that, and any remnant of anxiety makes a final exit from the room.

"Can I touch you more?" he asks. "Maybe you could lay on your back for a bit?"

"I suppose I have been on top of you since we landed on the bed," Jemma admits. "Fair enough."

She repositions herself to lie on her back. For a moment or two, Fitz just looks at her and knows he has that look of awe in his eyes. Jemma, the love of his life, naked, laying on her back, beckoning to him. He wants to slowly devour her from head to toe, despite the part of his body that keeps insisting now now now.

"Jemma Simmons you are so perfect," he whispers as his hands begin to explore places they have never been before. She seems to enjoy his caressing of her abdomen, her hips. His hands start to roam lower. "Do you think I can touch you there?" he asks, his gaze indicating exactly where he means.

"I think I will explode if you do not," Jemma answers. "Although I must warn you that I am so aroused right now that things are – well – quite wet down there."

Fitz manages a smile. "That is a good thing though, yeah?"

His fingers begin their exploration, as he brings his mouth back towards her breasts and again licks and kisses them. Meanwhile, he gently opens up her folds. They are, indeed, dripping wet. "Mmmmm," Fitz murmurs. "Let me see how well I remember anatomy." His fingers gently and slowly move in circles. "Outer labia….inner labia…..vaginal opening…"

"And clitoris," Jemma says, firmly bringing his fingers to the spot and guiding them in the type of motion she enjoys.

Fitz manages a chuckle. "I was getting there; I was just worried it might be too soon! I know it's a sensitive spot."

"It's not too soon when I've nearly soaked the bedsheets with my arousal!" Jemma insists. "And – ooooh!"

Jemma's head pushes back against the pillow as Fitz is now clearly on a mission. His lips are again sucking on her nipples as his fingers stroke, stroke, and stroke her sweet spot using exactly the pressure and speed she showed him. Jemma is crying out, moaning loudly, as his fingers continue to rhythmically stroke her clit. "Just a bit faster," she whispers.

"Can I use my mouth on you next time?" Fitz asks, excited, thrilled watching her nearing the brink as his fingers move faster.

"Yes but don't stop what you're doing now!" Jemma says through clenched teeth. "Don't stop!" she repeats, as his fingers continue to rub.

Over the years Fitz had wondered more than a few times what Jemma would look like in this very moment, what she would sound like. He observes that she is very loud when she reaches her climax, her hair is wet with sweat against her face, and her skin is very pink. These observations help take his mind off of the fact that he is dripping pre-cum and is so hard right now – so desperate to just thrust and thrust - that it's nearly painful.

"You are absolutely extraordinary," Jemma says in a minute, panting, clearly coming back down to earth. She sits up a bit as her breath normalizes again. Then she reaches for his face and pulls him into another kiss.

"What would you like now?" Jemma asks. "Would you like me to take you in my mouth or –"

"I don't think I can last much longer," Fitz admits. "Maybe we can save that for another time and just…."

"Say no more!" Jemma says, returning to her position on her back and spreading her legs. Fortunately they had discussed the mechanics of preventing pregnancy and disease so they don't face a disruption now. Fitz does what he has dreamed of for so long, positioning himself on top of her. Jemma murmurs something as he enters her but Fitz is so beside himself at this point that he's not sure what she is saying.

He begins to move. The movement is insanely pleasurable to him. For so long he has been so hard. Now he cannot believe that he is inside of her. Her gorgeous legs are spread and he is inside of her. Her hands are on his back.

"Oh Fitz," she whispers. "You feel so nice. You are so good to me."

He knows he's not going to be able to form words for a while, and he guesses that Jemma is fine with that and doesn't expect a response right now. He continues working away into her. Every nerve ending of his is nearly weeping with delight. He hears himself groan a few times. For a split second, the rational part of Fitz's brain wonders if he should ask Jemma if she ever climaxes during intercourse, if he should try to extend this out, if she wants him to change the speed or depth of his thrusting. But then he remembers their agreement to enjoy the night as it is, he remembers that he has pleased her very, very well tonight, and he begins to again register the words she is saying now. She is licking his ear, encouraging him, whispering naughty things, telling him she wants to feel him come inside of her.

The last part sends him over the edge. With a loud groan, he does as she says. The orgasm is intense, his entire body is overcome by pleasure.

Later they are cuddled together, bodies wrapped around each other. Fitz feels pleasantly dazed and relaxed. He considers asking her something along the lines of 'so you liked that ok?' when she begins to speak.

"I loved every minute of that," Jemma says.

"Me too," he replies. Then adds with a smile, "Even when I made that embarrassing slurping noise at your breasts."

Jemma laughs. "Especially that! Oh Fitz. Sex provides endless opportunities for embarrassment. I'm sure we're only getting started and will have plenty more times where we make strange noises, and a whole host of other things."

"I can't wait to make love to you over and over again." Fitz then bites his lower lip. "Don't suppose anyone says 'make love' too often anymore."

"Perhaps because no one has the kind of love we have."

Chapter Two coming soon