Naughts and Crosses - A Fitzsimmons One-shot
A/N: So I was sitting in science just doodling and inspiration struck. This is set post finale and is full of fluff because this fandom kinda needs to lighten up and stop making cry… All errors are mine and unfortunately I don't own Agents of Shield. Enjoy! :)
"You're goin' down Simmons" Leo Fitz says looking at her over his clasped hands. "Not in this lifetime, Fitz" She smirks back, drawing a perfect blue circle in the middle of the board. "So predictable…" He rolls his eyes, taking a large sip of tea, before placing a black cross in the left column directly next to her naught. A flicker of surprise flits across her face, she hadn't been expecting that.
He smirks and put down his pen, picking up his black mug and staring her down. She huffs and pulls her hair out of her face, signaling to him that things had just gotten serious. She picks her pen back up, thinks a bit and puts her next circle above her last. She grins chuckling at the frown that appeared slowly on Fitz' face. He obviously wasn't expecting that. A minute later however, his face goes smooth and he looks up at her, his deep blue eyes sparkling.
The next cross he places completes the middle column and blocks Jemma's obvious win. Her next move is swift, placing her naught in the top right corner, his rebuttal was as swift as hers blocking another win for her. His smile grows wider as her face falls realizing what she had been tricked into.
"Oh darn." She sighs, "Well i suppose you had to have at least one win this week Fitz." this comment wipes the grin off his face and gets replaced by an affronted gawp. "How dare you" He says indignantly, hand on his chest. She sticks out her tongue, resigning herself to his inevitable win. Her pen clicks and goes to place her last move in the bottom right hand corner. Fitz' face grows more and more excited until she draws her hand back and he gets to place his winning cross on the piece of paper.
"YES!" He jumps up doing a little victory dance. Her laugh rings out through the lounge of The Bus. "What're you laughing at?" He spins around his navy and white polka dot tie hitting him in the face, the look of confusion on his face falling into one of understanding.
"Are you laughing at me Simmons?" He inquires, stepping towards her position in front of the couch. She swallows and leans closer towards him, watching as his progress brought him closer and closer until her was right in front of her a smirk plastered on his face. "Perhaps." She smiles looking up at him clasping her arms around his neck as his go to her waist. "What are you going to do about it?" She smirks at him, playing with the ends of his hair at the back of his neck. "This." He says and closes the minute gap between them, kissing her.
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"Wow, that was an intense game of Naughts and Crosses" Skye smiles, her voice coming from the door…