This story has two parts. The first part can be a standalone for people who do not want smut, but the second part is SMUT SMUT SMUT! I do suggest you read the first part though. Hope you enjoy! :)
"You gave up on me." Fitz's eyes told me everything he was feeling; the sadness, the humility, the grief.
"I did no such thing-" I was cut off by an angry Fitz.
"You told me you were going to go see your mum and your dad and you went off ta- for all I know you- you could of- you could've been killed." Fitz rambled furiously. He couldn't believe all of his thoughts were finally spewing out of his mouth. he was finally telling Jemma what he had been wanting to say since she had left. He saw the tense look in her eyes, but she didn't say anything. "And because what? Because you think that I'm useless?"
Exasperation crossed her features. "Of course I don't- that's not why I left."
"Then why?" He asked hoarsely. Simmons stopped. She felt like all of the air was sucked out her lungs. Like the only way she could breathe was if Fitz could have taken back what he just asked. She knew the answer, but she didn't want to say it out loud. Because then and only then would it really become real, and she would have to face it. Face reality.
"Fitz..." She breathed. One last breath before he closed his eyes tightly. He let in a shaky breath, his hands clenching the table beside him. He was waiting for an answer, waiting for her to say what she thought. About everything. About leaving. About coming back. About the three words from the pod. Just three words that changed everything. The three last words before the air slipped away; before the old Fitz slipped away. "I- I can't do this-"
Simmons moved across the floor, her head down. Suddenly she stopped walking away. She was so incredibly scared. Before she fully understood what she was doing, she turned around and grabbed Fitz's face. His eyes quickly became wide in shock, and his eyes flicked towards her lips. Her gorgeous lips, he thought.
"I left because it's what you wanted." She said softly, so much sincerity in her voice. Fitz tried to correct her. He tried to tell her that she left him. That she walked away. It was never what he wanted. Ever. She told him to let her talk so he closed his mouth and listened. "Every time I was around trying to help you with what you were doing you would push me away. You made it perfectly clear that I was burden to you. That me being around you made you worse. So I left. Because you weren't getting better and I hated that I was the one who was holding you back from that." Her voice broke a little bit. Jemma sniffled. She felt the tears fall from her eyes. She didn't bother to wipe them away. "You hate me because I didn't say anything back when you told me how you felt."
Fitz sucked in a breath. His lips clenched tightly together. He wanted so badly for her to keep talking. He needed her to explain everything. To answer all of the random questions that tormented him while she was away. "Please." He begged. He didn't clarify what he wanted from her, what he was begging her for. But she knew- and he knew that she knew. It felt like old times, before everything bad happened. When they were just Fitzsimmons, physically linked in every way possible.
"You are my best friend," He flinched, "I never thought we were anything more than that. To be completely honest it had never crossed my mind."
Fitz tried to pull away from her, but she wouldn't let him. "Please I need to say this." She pleaded. Fitz gave her a look of hurt, before he nodded. "When you said- when you told me how you felt- I I had absolutely no time to react and suddenly we were being lodged into the water and you couldn't breathe and I was swimming and fighting to get to the top to get you safe and-"
"Yes- Yeah I got it, Jemma."
"No- That's just it Fitz, you don't." Frustrated she tried to make him look into her eyes again. They were so close. Just another three inches closer and their lips would be touching.
"I heard ya loud and clear. I don't need-"
Simmons stopped his words, closing the space between them. When her lips roughly slammed on his, she felt him stiffen. She pulled back instantly, knowing that he had to really hate her. He didn't respond and Simmons knew she had made a mistake.
Of course he didn't feel the same way anymore. Simmons stepped away from Fitz needing, with everything inside of her, to leave. To get space between the stinging rejection that had just slapped her in the face. He couldn't feel the same way about her when he was now so different. Simmons could finally admit that she had been stupid. Stupid to believe that Fitz would still want her, stupid to believe that she deserved it after everything she had pit him through. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
The stinging behind her eyes grew as she turned away from Fitz. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
All of a sudden she felt her body being whipped around and she was pulled into an unyieldingly passionate kiss. She gasped as she felt Fitz's hands grip on her hair, tugging her head closer to his. He was swallowing her whole. Engulfing her. All she could smell was his Old Spice shampoo and all she could feel was the static that was exploding around her whole body. She could feel him everywhere. And when he pulled away, Simmons knew that she would never be kissed like that again. Could never be kissed like that again. Not by anyone. Only Fitz.
Shy and smart Fitz can kiss like a madman. Who the hell knew?
"Next time yer think you can leave mey sight again, think abert that."
When Fitz walked out of the lab, Simmons was left absolutely breathless. That would be the only thing she would ever think about. Ever again.
