It is a widely known and accepted fact that all humans have urges.

Sexual urges.

The worst place to have these urges is on the BUS, flying several thousand feet in the air over the Pacific Ocean without booze or hard drinks on board to drown those urges out.

What makes it even worse is when one is an Agent of SHIELD and has to obey the rules to a t, which also meant one had to be sneaky (and downright creative) when taking care of those urges the old fashioned way. Most agents are disciplined enough and have learned how to ignore the urge.

But for Skye, Ward, Simmons, and Fitz, those urges can only be ignored for so long.

Skye POV

"Think of something else…don't think about locking your door and using your vibrator… everyone will hear it and know what you're doing! You shouldn't be sad either, you finally found where you belong, you should be happy!", my conscience yelled from inside my head.

Even after two weeks, I was still kind of getting over the fact that my lifelong dream of finding my parents was shattered and that my search for them was over, since I was an 0-84, or an Object of Unknown Origin, but I was still human and I was still a woman.

A woman who was having crying jags and feeling horny at the same time.

I wasn't the only one that was acting strange either, in fact, everyone except for May and Coulson was acting odd.

Ward would avoid touching me while we were training and he would avoid sitting next to me at meals and during movie night with FitzSimmons. We still talked and trained but it wasn't always the know-it-all and the holier-than-thou part of Ward that was doing the talking. It was the understanding and caring side of Ward, the of him side that I didn't even think existed.

Simmons would space off in the Lab and then get all flustered when Fitz and I would snap her out of her daze. She would stare at Fitz and then I noticed how her hand would quiver a bit before she would adjust her belt and let out a soft sigh.

Fitz however was entirely different. He would be reading something in a manila folder and then whenever one of us would ask him what he was reading, he would close the folder, open up a filing cabinet and stuff it inside before blushing and saying it was nothing.

Everyone was probably just stressed that's all.

"Skye, wheels up in five minutes…", Ward said as he poked his head in my bunk and I hastily wiped my eyes so he wouldn't see my tears.

Too late, Ward was too keen of an observer to miss that.

"Hey, Skye… are you still upset about what Coulson told you?", he asked, sitting on my bed.

"Well yeah, I mean, how would you feel about someone telling you that, for 24 years, you had hope that your parents were still out there somewhere and that your lifelong search for them was all for nothing because you are an 0-84. Imagine you've finally found your place in the world and it was in the last place you expected to find it… that's a lot to digest."

Ward glanced down at his feet.

"Yeah, you're right, that is a lot for one person to take in, but I'm here for you if you want to talk… I may be a 'robot' but I'm a 'robot' that cares for his rookie.", he replied and he smiled at me softly before getting up and leaving.

"Thanks Ward.", I said.

"You can call me Grant…", he replied over his shoulder, and I could've sworn that he said his own name in a sexy tone, but it was probably just my hormone-drunk imagination playing tricks on me.

Either way, now I really wanted to lock my door and use my vibrator for its intended purpose, to hell with what anyone else thought!

Grant Ward is the hottest guy I have ever met and he appeared often in my sexy fantasies.

Everything about him was a turn on nowadays!

I heard the telltale ding and looked up to find my seatbelt light on.

"This is your pilot speaking, take your seats and fasten your seatbelts, wheels up in two minutes and no Fitz, we are not taking off vertically.", May said over the intercom.

Oh well, maybe I can wait until we've landed in the Philippines to scratch my itch…

Ward POV

"You are now free to move about the cabin", May said after we were up in the air.

I promptly unbuckled my seatbelt and went to my bunk.

As I locked the door behind myself, I let out a low groan and looked down at the front of my trousers.

Dammit.

I had pitched another tent in my pants.

This keeps happening whenever I go around Skye, I'm fine until she looks at me with those doe eyes of hers and then I just get hard.

What made matters worse was May ending our 'Friends With Benefits' arrangement because she saw me checking out Skye and basically told me that if I wanted an actual relationship, screwing around with her was not the sort of thing I should be doing.

I knew that I had feelings for Skye in a friendly sort of way but she is so unlike me.

She was always very pretty and now that she's learned that SHIELD was the reason why she was bounced around from one foster home to another, she's become really serious about not disappointing anyone else on the BUS (not that she was a disappointment, but that she did some disappointing things).

She doesn't annoy me as much anymore and I can't believe I'm thinking it, but I actually miss her annoying quirks. They gave her personality. Now she's reduced to an emotional mess that would rather spend more time downstairs working out her anger on the punching bag than tapping away on her computer.

She found the push to get serious, she had her defining moment that every rookie has and she's changed because of it.

I miss parts of the old Skye…

I think, no, I know, that part of me is attracted to Skye… why else would I get a hard on around her?

I wasn't allowed to like her though, even if she is perfect in every way…

Did I just admit to myself that Skye, is perfect in every way?

What the fuck is wrong with me?

I'm her SO for Christ's sake!

Sure we are around the same age, I'm 26 and she's 24, so it's not like I'm some creepy old guy robbing the cradle… but still, having an affair with your rookie, who happens to be the hottest woman on here, is very unprofessional.

I slid down the wall in my bunk and sighed.

The more I thought about Skye, the harder I got.

I groaned as my trousers became way too tight around my cock and I undid my belt so that it wouldn't be so confining.

Why me?

I tried thinking of unpleasant things but Skye somehow found a way into those thoughts too.

Okay, disturbing mental imagery isn't working… time for Plan B, I have to take care of this problem the old fashioned way…

I let out a groan as I freed myself from the material prison and used a bit of the lotion I had stashed under my bed to slick my palms before I grasped myself and began working.

I pushed the guilt of jerking myself off like a horny teenager out of my mind and focused on mentally undressing the carbon copy of Skye who lived in my imagination.

Her eyes, her lips, her hair and her body were coming into focus as I tensed up.

Careful there, you almost lost it…

I tried not to make a sound as I felt myself getting closer, biting my lip to keep from letting out a moan, but that didn't stop me from growling out one word as I pushed myself over the edge.

"Skye…"

Simmons POV

In my head, a lot of things happened and they were my daydreams… it hurt to realize that the world in my head was better than the one I was living in now, but that's just how it is.

In my daydreams, I'm prettier and Fitz always notices when I fix my hair differently, I'm just perfect and everything goes according to plan.

Fitz and I are together, just the way I've always hoped we'd be and I'm the only one who matters to him.

I'm his girl.

Another thing that usually happens (especially now that I'm feeling kind of horny) is that I have sexual fantasies about Fitz and myself doing a myriad of inappropriate things together whilst in various states of undress.

Just watching him work when I was in an aroused state of mind was enough to make me ruin a pair of knickers.

"Simmons? Are ye' gonna help me with this or are ye' jus' gonna stand there?", Fitz asked, a slight note of annoyance creeping into his all too perfect Scottish accent.

"Oh, sorry Fitz, I-I just had a thought about a new grade of tranquilizer to use in the Night-Night guns…", I lied as I helped Fitz move a heavy piece of tracking equipment to the main workbench so that he could install a few upgrades.

"I don' know what's been up with ye' recently but it's startin' ta worry me. Is everything okay?", Fitz asked as we steadied the equipment on the workbench and he fixed me with his stormy blue/grey eyes.

I was the worst liar in history with the absolute worst poker face, but I had to lie about my daydreams, they were far too embarrassing for me to tell Fitz, as most of them did concern him.

I looked away and fiddled with the knobs on my microscope.

"No, I'm fine Fitz, really, I am.", I lied.

He placed a hand on mine and I felt myself blushing behind my curtain of hair.

"Jemma… don' lie ta me… we're best friends, I can tell when yer not bein' honest with me.", he murmured almost lovingly.

I lifted my head and brushed my hair away before pulling away from his hand.

"I'm not lying to you Fitz, it's just that some things I prefer to keep to myself that's all.", I replied, still avoiding his gaze.

"But ye' know that ye' can trust me with anything right?", He asked and he sounded hurt.

I turned around and saw him gazing at the fire extinguisher that I used to knock him out.

I strode over to him and stood by his side.

"You know that I do."

"Then can ye' please tell me what's botherin' ye' so?"

I sighed.

I could still tell him that I had daydreams and just keep it at that… I didn't have to tell him about my fantasies…

"Well, Fitz, I like to daydream sometimes… you know, just let my mind wander off and be free because I love science but my mind needs a break from it every now and again…"

"So yer jus' daydreamin' away over there?", he asked and a slight smile pulled up the corners of his mouth as he dried his hands, "Whatcha daydreamin' about?", he asked.

"Oh, they're quite self-centered really…", I said and tried to brush the subject off.

"Let's hear em' then shall we?", Fitz asked, sitting down at his lab stool.

I knew that he wasn't going to take no for an answer so I decided to tell him one of my oldest and fondest daydreams (and I don't mean the one where Fitz pins me to the workbench and has his way with me, although that could fit the description quite well).

"Alright… I'll tell you one of my personal favorites…", I began, "almost all girls dream about their wedding day at some point, I began dreaming about mine when I was eight."

"Didn't quite expect that from ye'… but go on…"

"I'm dressed in all white, my hair is fixed similar to how it was during our Graduates' Ball at the Academy, only I have the small pearl tiara that my mum wore for her wedding in my hair and that has my veil attached to it… I'm wearing a gown similar to Duchess Kate's with the long lace sleeves and modest neckline only it's bodice laces up in back and the skirt doesn't flare out that much. ", I murmur with my eyes shut, the image forming in my mind's eye.

"Gosh Jems, tha' way ye' describe yerself as a bride sounds as though ye' been thinking about settling down more often than not…", Fitz chuckled softly.

"My bridesmaids would be dressed in royal blue gowns with touches of gold here and there… the flowers in my bouquet are blue and gold…"

"What about yer' groom and his groomsmen? What are they wearin'?", Fitz asked.

"I never imagined a groom actually, or his groomsmen… I always thought that whoever would have me to be their wife would want to plan that aspect of the wedding for himself…", I said, telling him only a half truth.

The truth was that, ever since I met Fitz, all I could see my groom wearing was a kilt and a tuxedo top, as Scottish tradition called for.

Deep down, I had always loved Fitz but those feelings have been floating much closer to the surface since he almost jumped out of a plane to save me.

"Ah well that wedding o' yer's sounds like a right fancy affair… I hope ye' get to have it one day and I hope I'm invited to it… especially if there's an open bar, ye' know I'll make my signature party punch… that'll get yer guests havin' a fantastic time at the reception, besides Jems, I know how ye' love that punch…", Fitz laughed.

"You're right, I do like that punch of yours. You'd always make it when you were working behind the bar in the Boiler Room. Do you remember when we swapped the normal punch at the graduates ball with your signature punch?", I laughed.

"An everyone got roarin' drunk but us?", he added.

"Yes! It was one of the few pranks we played at the academy…", I replied as Coulson walked into the lab.

"Fitz. I need you to take a look at Lola, she's been making strange noises and I think it's time for a tune up…", he said, tossing Fitz the keys to his precious Lola, "Do your thing…", he said before leaving.

Fitz turned to me.

"Well Jems, it was nice hearin' about yer' dream wedding… I'm gonna change into my mechanic's jumpsuit an get ta work on Lola… good luck with that new grade o' tranquilizer…", he said as he left the lab.

I put my iPhone into the iHome dock in the lab and started playing my music in the lab as I started working on the new grade of tranquilizer (which I had to formulate now that I had lied about it to Fitz).

I started to let my mind wander again, only this time it was my other fantasy of Fitz and I having sex in the lab.

I closed my eyes and let my mind wander…

Fitz pushed me up against the wall of the Lab, our lips crushed against each other's and our tongues wrestling for dominance.

Fitz shifted us around and released me momentarily as I struggled out of my jumper and blouse.

I turned my back to him as I unhooked my bra and he came up behind me. I felt the evidence of his arousal pressing into my backside and that made me quiver.

He flipped me around and I practically ripped his shirt open to run my hands over the smooth planes of his chest and his abs. He wasn't a solid wall of rippling muscle like Ward but he had lots of lean muscle that was still firm enough to make me quiver with excitement.

He kissed down my neck and bit at the place where my neck and shoulders met, making me moan.

He pushed me up against the workbench in the middle of the Lab as I struggled to get him out of his trousers.

He threw the last articles of my clothes to the side, his following behind mine as I sat with my knees apart on the workbench.

"Does it turn ye' on Jemma? Knowin' that we could get caught like this? Does the risk of givin' May, Coulson, Ward or Skye a free show make ye' want this?", He whispered huskily into my ear.

"Yes… oh… Leo…", I moaned back in reply as his dexterous fingers dipped between my legs.

"Jemma… yer' so wet… is it all for me?", he asked as he pushed his ring and middle fingers inside of me and found my g-spot quickly.

"It's only for you…", I moaned back helplessly as his thumb began worrying away at my clit.

He growled possessively at my words as my breathing hitched.

"My God woman… do ye' have any clue how crazy ye' make me?", he growled into my ear before nipping the shell of it gently.

"Please Leo… take me…"

"If ye' insist…", he whispered before gasping as I wrapped my hand around his shaft and guided it towards myself.

"Jemma…"

"Do it Leo…", I said as I removed my hand from his shaft.

He groped around and then we locked eyes before he entered me.

"Jemma?"

He was so good at making me moan.

"Jemma? Are ye' okay?"

I was so close…

"Oi, Jemma, if ye' don' snap outta it, I'm gonna throw a bucket o' water on ye'!", Fitz called, snapping me back to reality.

He had his blue mechanic's jumpsuit on, a black shirt beneath it, his black combat boots laced up, and his mechanic's gloves pulled firmly into place. He put on his safety glasses and grabbed his tool bag and grease rag from underneath his workbench.

"Sorry Fitz, I just got sidetracked…"

"Jemma, ye' gotta stop daydreamin' sometime or else yer' gonna make a mistake in yer' calculations an' that could cause God-knows-what ta happen. I don' wanna see ye' gettin' hurt on account o' some daydream…", he smiled, "As my mum always told me, 'Save the dreamin' for bedtime'. Good Luck Jems.", he said before walking out to Lola and popping the hood.

"Thanks Fitz…", I murmured as the doors to the Lab whooshed closed behind him.

I glanced around for my notebook where I listed all my ideas including what grades of tranquilizers I had already tested and labeled as failures.

"Maybe Fitz put it in his filing cabinet by accident…", I mused aloud as I went over and opened up the top drawer of his cabinet and began leafing through its contents.

A bright color caught my eye amid the blueprints and manila folders and I backtracked until I came across the colorful item and pulled it out of the drawer.

I stared at the item, a magazine, for a split second before I realized what it was, then I threw it down and screeched "OH MY GOD!" as the truth hit me.

Fitz POV

Simmons has been daydreaming lately but at least her thoughts have kept her from discovering my secret hobby, which is quite embarrassing.

Ever since I went out on my own, I haven't had a girlfriend so, like many lonely young men, I turned to porn. I was using videos to get myself off until I heard that the Academy computers had special programs that would detect things like porn websites and that the Wi-Fi was protected by the same types of programs as the computers. I turned to magazines.

At the Academy I had a false bottom in one of my desk drawers where I would hide the magazines but when I graduated and started working at the HUB with Simmons, I had to get creative with my hiding places.

I outfitted a laptop bag with a secret compartment that was big enough for my magazines and I hid a few others around my room in the flat that Simmons and I shared during our time at the HUB.

When Simmons and I joined Coulson's team, I really had to step up my game.

I now have hiding places in my filing cabinets, one under my mattress, I still have the laptop bag plus a few other bags with similar compartments, and the top of the nightstand in my bunk is on hinges with a hidden compartment there too.

I guess it helps to be a genius engineer.

Now in the SHIELD handbook, it doesn't say that pornography is totally banned, it's only banned when in the digital form, so technically I'm not breaking any rules by having my magazines, I just don't think it's very proper to let my teammates and friends know I have them.

Simmons can daydream all she wants as long as she doesn't do it in the Lab where she might make a mistake, but there have been times when I would be alone and I would look at my magazines. I almost got caught looking at it once by Skye.

I was noticing that my magazines alone weren't doing the trick anymore because I kept imagining Simmons in the various poses instead of the actual models.

It was annoying at first until I realized a few days ago that my mental image of Jemma Simmons in those poses was a lot more effective when I felt the need to get myself off.

Then again, that did make much more sense to me, I mean, I've had a crush on Jemma Simmons since the day I met her.

I leaned over Lola's engine and began tinkering away.

I wonder what else Jemma is thinking about besides that dream wedding of hers…

"OH MY GOD!", Jemma gasped from the Lab, loud enough for me to hear it through the semi soundproof glass doors.

I looked up and saw she had one of my filing cabinet drawers open.

Then I saw the look of disgust on her face and realized that my secret was out.

She looked in my direction and the look on her face said it all quite clearly.

"Leopold Fitz, you had better march yourself in here right this second and give me an explanation for this."

I entered the Lab as Jemma glared at me.

"Fitz,", she began in an even tone, "can you please tell me why you have a dirty magazine in the Lab?"

"Well, I get desperate sometimes…", I said lamely.

"Is that all you have to say for yourself?", she asked.

"I'm sorry?", I said, making it sound more like a question than an actual apology.

She huffed in agitation and shook her head in disappointment.

"Why the Lab though? Why not hide it in your bunk where I wouldn't find it in passing?", she asked.

I could tell she was disgusted with me for keeping something like that in the Lab, but I had to give her points for maintaining composure instead of yelling at me like I thought she would.

"I don't know why I decided to hide it here…", I replied, not knowing exactly why I decided the Lab was a safe place to hide a dirty magazine. "You aren't mad are you?", I asked.

"No, I'm not mad… I understand how people get when they're deprived… I'm just a bit disappointed because I thought you wouldn't have to use things like that to get yourself, well, in the mood…"

At this point, I wish she would just yell at me because her disappointment was like pulling an adhesive bandage off slowly, it hurt a lot and the pain lingered even after the bandage was gone. If she yelled at me, the theoretical bandage would be ripped off quickly and it would only hurt for a second.

"What do you want me to do?", I asked.

"Get rid of them… get them out of the Lab and don't let me find them in here again…", she said, pushing the Playboy across the table towards me. "I'm sorry if this is embarrassing for you…", she said softly.

"Why are you apologizing to me? I had this coming from the moment I decided to hide this in here… I'm sorry you had to find out that this was the type of person I am… My God, I'm no better than some teenage boy who can't control himself…", I said, now fully feeling the shame that I deserved.

"It's my fault for looking around in your cabinet… I just wanted to find my notebook.", she said and then I noticed her sniffle a bit.

"Jems… you aren't crying are you?", I asked as I threw the Playboy (now smudged with grease from Lola) in my laptop bag and walked over to her.

She wiped her eyes and said,

"Yes Fitz, I'm crying…"

"But why?"

"I don't like being disappointed in you."

"But you don't have to be so upset about it… I know I messed up, but you shouldn't feel so terrible… it's not your fault for finding it, it's my fault for keeping them there… if it makes you feel any better, I was starting to not need them anyway…"

I wanted to hug her and tell her I wasn't the man she thought I was but it was too late for all of that.

"And why don't you need them? Have you found something better to get off to?", she asked, finally sounding angry. "Why don't you need them anymore?"

"Well…yes…", I began, and then a thought flashed through my mind.

Maybe I should just tell her the truth, that those airbrushed models pale in comparison to her. Perhaps it's time I tell her exactly how I feel about her…

"Go on Fitz, I'm waiting…"

I took a deep breath and steeled myself.

"Jemma, I've always liked you and I've stopped using those magazines because my feelings for you have grown…", I admitted.

She stared at me with a blank expression on her face for the longest time.

"What?", she finally asked.

I pulled off my greasy gloves and placed them on my workbench.

"Um, I've always liked you…"

"I heard that. Why did you stop using the magazines?"

"Because you are prettier than any photo, smarter than any model, and you put every other woman to shame when it comes to being compassionate towards the ones you care about."

"I'm very flattered by that but, I'm afraid I may not fully understand what you're telling me. You're telling me that you substituted your dirty magazines and started getting yourself off to thoughts of me?", she asked.

"Uh, yeah.", I replied.

"So you get turned on by me?", she asked.

"Yes.", I answered.

"Well… this is awkward…", she replied, brows raised.

"Why? You don't like me that way?", I asked, bracing myself for the rejection that was sure to come.

"Well…"

"So that's it then? I'm just your friend?", I asked, feeling like a damned fool for even hoping that Jemma would reciprocate my feelings.

"Fitz… You're my best friend…", she replied and I felt my heart sink as I turned away, "But…"

She spun me around, grabbed me by my collar, and pressed her lips firmly against mine before releasing me just as quickly.

She was blushing beet red and then it hit me.

Jemma Simmons just kissed me.

"Of course I feel the same way Fitz!", she confessed. "How could I not possib-", I interrupted her by kissing her back.

This time it wasn't some swift peck on the lips, but I held her like I always wanted to and she wrapped her arms around my neck to pull me closer.

This had to be the best day of my life.