I've started this some time ago and hesitated to post it because it's quite different from I usually write and even though it's fun, it's not exactly easy to write. I've written some smut before but it was either a relatively short one shot or one or two scenes in a long multi chapter story. But this one will be a very smutty story with smut in every chapter so it might surprise you if you've read my other stories. But it's not going to be PWP, there will also be character development, some fun (I hope) and more and more fluff and angst as the story goes on.
I've decided to write it all from Jemma's POV because I wanted readers to really understand her way of thinking so she doesn't appear like "the bad guy" at some point. (unlike they often do in the show)
It should be about 8/9 chapters long and since this story is harder to write for me than my usual stuff, I should post a new one every week at best! Hope you'll enjoy it and as always, comments are very welcome :D

"I hate her I hate her I hate her!" Jemma cried out internally, looking down at the pink mixture in her glass. Well no, that wasn't true, Daisy was actually quite a good friend and she meant well when she insisted the both of them go to the bar that night to "have fun and let out some steam". Of course, she failed to mention that for her, it meant finding the first attractive man she would lay her eyes upon and spend the night dancing and flirting with him, leaving Jemma alone at the bar. It really was the crappy end to a very crappy day. Just when she thought people finally accepted and respected her at work, there was the incident with that disgusting John Garrett. Of course, she defended herself pretty well in her opinion and even though she knew it really shouldn't bother her that much after all this time, it still did. In her defense, her sour mood probably also had something to do with her tiredness and stress level of late, which as it always did, also made her feel homesick but with no time for a trip home anytime soon. All that combined made her want to curl up in a ball, maybe have a good cry and sleep for the whole week-end.

But as annoyed by her friend as she was, she didn't feel like going home to do that and thus leaving her here alone with a complete stranger and possibly a bit drunk. So instead she downed the rest of her cocktail and at least, the mix of fruity and alcoholic flavors was a nice sensation as it passed through her lips and down her throat.

"Oh come on ... Am I a bloody ghost or something?!" Jemma was interrupted in her internal ranting by another, very external one. She probably wouldn't have noticed or bothered turning to look at him if it wasn't for his very noticeable Scottish accent. Which also gave her the opportunity to notice how cute he was with his close cropped sandy blond curls and five o'clock shadow that did nothing to mask his nicely symmetrical facial features. He seemed to be about her age too, although he would probably look even younger close shaved and rested.

"Do I have to show my boobs here TO GET A BLOODY BEER?" He added, actually shouting the last words with an even stronger accent to the barman who managed to completely ignore him even though a few other persons turned to look at him. Jemma was suddenly and very vividly reminded of the bar where she spent so much time in Sheffield when she went home. It was held by a Scottish couple and it was always full of Scottish people shouting, mostly in a friendly way, at each other.

"Oi! Hey over here!" He shouted once more, waving his arms in the barman's direction and Jemma couldn't help laughing quite fondly at his antics. So since he managed to put a smile on her face, she decided that she probably owed him a little help.

"Hey!" She called out towards the bartender, holding her hand up with the widest smile she could muster, immediately getting his attention. "My friend here would like a beer please" She said and the man nodded, giving her a toothy smile all while ignoring her "friend" and it was all she could do no to roll her eyes at his attitude. With his long hair, bulky upper body and tight black shirt, he really was quite the cliché. Watching the cute Scot's exasperation turn into comically exaggerated surprise, she couldn't help laughing some more. "Make it a pint!" She added as the bartender was about to grab a glass and he nodded once more.

"They only have american beer here, there's barely any alcohol in it!" She added, stage whispering towards the young man and she finally got a smile out of him. Definitely very cute.

"Hu ... Thanks for ... hum ... for that ..." He answered, blushing a bit. He seemed quite shy for someone who had such a big mouth a minute ago.

"You're quite welcome, I felt like it was my duty to help my fellow countryman!" She said before poking his chest with her index finger.

"Ouch!" He let out seeming more surprised by the physical contact than really hurt.

"Sorry, had to check you weren't actually a ghost, all that beer would be wasted on you if you were!" She let out with an outrageously flirty smile. Well ... if she was going to stay here and wait for Daisy for god only knew how long, she might as well kill the time with a cute guy whose accent and oh my ... amazing blue eyes reminded her of home. She was usually awful at flirting but the fact that he seemed even more awkward than she was made it a bit easier and kind of funny.

"Ah yes ... of course ... after all water is a precious ressource that shouldn't be wasted!" He answered, slightly grinning and finally picking up on the flirting and she chuckled.

"Also just a friendly advice ... Don't show your boobs, they're not your best features ... from what I can see at least ..." She added biting her lower lip teasingly. God, if she could watch herself from the outside, she would probably roll her eyes all the way to the back of her head at what an obvious flirt she was. And of course he blushed an even deeper shade of red, probably both at the possible innuendo of what his best feature could actually be and at the reminder of his not so elegant phrasing. And that's probably why she kept on flirting, she wasn't the kind of people that made other people blush, rather the opposite, and she found it quite entertaining.

"Mmmhmm yeah sorry about that ... wasn't very ... gentlemanly of me! But for my defense I was really starting to consider the possibility that I was a ghost, the way everyone ignores me here!" He said, scratching his neck in what she assumed was a nervous gesture.

"Oh no don't worry about it. I actually think it's quite annoying, sexist and unprofessional of him to serve his clients depending on what they look like!" She answered with a softer smile that seemed to help him relax a bit.

"Yeah yeah exactly ... thank you!" He answered enthusiastically.

"It's just like those disgusting old men who think they can call you sweetheart and ask you to bring coffee during the heads of departments meeting just because you're female and younger!" She barreled on, barely noticing his answer.

"That sounds extremely specific ..." He noted with an arched eyebrow and the beginning of a smile tugging at his lips.

"Yeah ... yeah I guess ..." She sighed, sagging a bit on her barstool.

"Well that sucks! I know what it's like ... well not the female part obviously just the being younger but usually it makes me feel better to think that one day they'll be old or dead and I'll be the boss!" He said with a tentative grin.

"That's a terribly mean thing to say!" She cried out, lightly swatting his arm. To scold him of course, not for the pleasure of touching his nicely formed forearms bared by his rolled up sleeves.

"Then why does it make you smile? ..." He answered, letting the end of his sentence hang with a wider grin and tentative look until she realized what he was waiting for.

"Hu ... Jemma ... my name's Jemma" She answered, extending her hand for him to shake. He seemed nice and witty on top of being cute, no harm in exchanging names really.

"Nice to meet you Jemma. I'm Fitz!" He answered, giving her a firm but not too strong handshake and the contact of his warm palm and long elegant fingers sent a delicious shiver down her spine. "And don't tell me you don't think Boss Lady Jemma has a nice ring to it!" He added and she chuckled.

"Well actually it's Doctor ..." She answered with a pleased little smile that got a little wider when she saw how it also seemed to please him. "But yeah I like that other title too ..."

Taking his pint that had since been brought by the barman, he held it up and was apparently about to make some kind of toast but he stopped himself.

"Oh I was about to drink to the death and destruction of all sexist barmen, disgusting old men and tasteless beer but you seem to have run out of things to drink ..." He said gesturing towards her glass with a little side grin. Maybe he was smoother than he let on at first sight.

"That really is too bad, that toast was quite promising!" She grinned back.

"Yeah I also do weddings and bar mitzvahs if you're interested ..." He answered. "So hum ... can I maybe get you another one of whatever you're drinking? And by get you, I actually mean you're gonna have to order it yourself and I'll gladly pay for it!" He finished and she let out a small watery laugh.

"Yeah okay ... I think I'd like that ... but only because I really wanna hear that toast of course!"

"Of course ..."

-0-0-0-

An hour later, Jemma decided that american beer wasn't half as bad after all, especially when she tasted it on Fitz's tongue. If someone asked her how she went from casually flirting with that boyishly handsome stranger to snogging him in a booth in the darkest corner of the bar, she'd probably feel a bit ashamed about how ridiculous the reason for it happening was. It was a combination of the soft look in his eyes, the feeling of his hands whenever they not-so-unintentionally brushed against her skin or how stimulating his conversation was that made her sit so close to him as they had a drink together. Once they got her another cocktail and moved to the booth, his shyness mostly evaporated and on her part, the relative intimacy of their secluded spot made her feel a bit bolder than usual. But it's when she made an incredibly nerdy science joke she was sure he wouldn't get and he actually burst out laughing, that she decided that Daisy might have the right idea about how she could blow out some steam, and crashed her lips against his. After a moment of terror when he didn't respond and she thought he was going to reject her, which really would have been the perfect end to such a perfectly horrible day, he finally seemed to realize what was happening and started kissing her back in earnest.

After twenty minutes of that, she was starting to feel a little breathless and very much turned on. It had been a while since she spent so much time just kissing and it felt really really good. All the dates she had in the last few years either ended with a kiss on the cheek once she realized how boring the man actually was or quickly went from a few minutes of heated kissing to sex and out of her life after a few weeks or months because it just took her a little longer to realize how boring those men were.

But Fitz seemed different. He was an excellent kisser and he probably knew it. So he took his time alternating from a slow glide of lips against lips to a maddening teasing with the tip of his tongue to a full blown snog with their tongues tangling together, making Jemma softly moan into his mouth. But he didn't act like a basic alpha male and let her take the lead just as much as he took it and it was just what she needed. He had her trapped against the wall of the bar and as he got closer, one hand low on her waist and the other buried in her hair and probably making a mess of it, she'd ended up with half her legs on his lap. When air became a necessity and she broke the kiss, they exchanged an amused grin. He looked just as surprised as she was by this turn of events. Cupping her jaw in a tender gesture and giving her a softer smile that had her holding her breath for some reason, he tilted her head to the side and started going down her neck with soft open mouth kisses and small bites that made her gasp in pleasure. Hooking her hands behind his neck and into his soft curls, she let her head fall back a bit to give him more access. Probably emboldened by her reaction, he let the hand on her waist descend down the side of her thigh. He caressed what little skin was bared by her skirt until the movement of his delicate fingers made her shudder in pleasure and she was basically purring. After a time, he let his hand move slowly back up under her skirt, his fingers just softly grazing the sensitive skin on the inside of her knee and making their way higher and higher. Whimpering softly, Jemma took his face between her hands and brought it back up to reattach her lips to his. After nipping at his lower lip for a few seconds, she parted his lips and caressed his tongue with the tip of hers until he let out a low moan of his own.

And it's only when she was about to part her legs further that she realized she was actually about to encourage him to get his sinful hands on her knickers ... in public. However passionate she felt about someone, she usually never went further than a kiss with a hint of tongue before putting a stop to it and waiting for a more private setting to go further and yet ... here she was. Finally regaining some brain power, she softly put her hand on his chest to push him away and reluctantly took her legs off his lap. His face was a mix between pure lust and the look of a guilty puppy and she was tempted to either give him a hug or straddle him and have her way with him here and now, which was really quite confusing.

"Oh god I'm so sorry I just got carried away ... it felt like you-you ... but that's no excuse, it's just I've never done something like that before and you're so-so wow ..." He started with a breathless, panicked tone in his voice and she decided to put him out of his misery.

"Well you're certainly a fast learner ..." She cut him off with a small grin.

"Hu?"

"If it's your first snog, then you're a really fast learner cause you're very good at it ..." She teased and he rolled his eyes.

"No I meant the whole you know ... and not even knowing your last name or anything and ..."

"Yeah I know Fitz it's fine!"

"But I'm sorry I really didn't mean to go that far, at least not so fast so if you want me to leave I'll just ..."

"That's too bad really ..."

"Hu?" He let out with that same confused puppy look again.

"... that you didn't want to go that far ... cause I'd really like you to ... just not in a such public place. But if you'd rather leave I won't force you to anything ..." So apparently her mouth had taken over and did all the talking without consulting with her brain. Well ... her mouth and some other organ down south that was pulsating with want at the moment.

"Oh ..." He let out and for a moment she thought he wasn't going to say more. "So hum ... what do you-I mean I'd like that too obviously ... but what-how do you ..." And when he did, it wasn't exactly eloquent. So once more, she had to put him out of his misery.

So he wasn't exactly good with talking about it, as long as he was good at doing it, it was more than fine by her!

"Fitz!" She cut him off with a finger on his lips (that she might have left a little longer than necessary just for the pleasure of seing him get even more flustered). "I was thinking ... I live only a few blocks away from here and the bar will be closing soon anyway ..." She added in a husky tone she didn't even have to exaggerate. Daisy had left half an hour ago, on her own after all, and giving her a wide smile and a wink but at least she didn't see her attack Fitz's lips so she would probably be able to keep the gossip to a minimum. Swinging her legs back onto his lap, she hooked her arms behind his neck and used it as leverage until she was seating sideways on his lap, her bum dangerously close to the very noticeable bulge in his trousers.

Seing his eyes go even darker at the contact, she indulged into another languid deep kiss before releasing him. "So I think I'm going to go home now ... and you're very welcome to come as well ..." She whispered into his ear. Twisting a bit to reach back and grab her purse and jacket, she not-completely-unintentionally rubbed her bum against the front of his trousers and he could only gasp at the friction. Then she slid off the other way, stood up and started putting her jacket on.

"Of course, you take your time to ... decide what you want to do ..." She added, subtly eyeing the very visible erection in his trousers, all the while acting and looking way bolder and more confident than she actually felt. She might have teased him about the fact that he apparently wasn't used to one-night stands but it wasn't like it was common for her either and the few times it happened, she was never the one who initiated it.

And Fitz obviously wasn't the one night stand type, at least not the cliché type she was a bit ashamed to admit she went for the other (two) times because it was just easier. He wasn't big and bulky and over confident like most of those guys who loved themselves so much they would probably fuck the mirror if they could.

Fitz was nothing like that but his skills and passion were quite promising and that's exactly why she now had extended her hand in invitation in the hope that he would accept her offer to come home with her and shag her senseless all night. The fact that he was a bit shy actually made her trust him a lot more and it was quite exciting and empowering to just go and ask for what she wanted.

-0-0-0-

As Jemma made her way to her flat with Fitz, she learned two things. First, his shyness dissolved quite rapidly given enough signs that his affections were most welcome. Second, her own limitations when it came to public displays of affection could apparently be expended given enough motivation. As was proven by the way they shalemessly kissed (well more like snogged if she was being completely honest) every time they had to wait at a crosswalk or by how she let his hands wander to usually "private" territories as she was looking for the keys to her mailbox once inside her building. Just because she was with a man she'd brought home to have -hopefully- fantastic sex with -hopefully- all night didn't mean she couldn't take the time to grab her mail on the way.

The second the elevator doors closed, he pushed her against the opposite wall and she hit it with a big oomph that both made them giggle.

"Oh sorry did I hurt you?" He asked against her lips, his accent getting stronger the more he was aroused and she found that it turned her on even more herself.

"No no I'm good don't stop!" She answered before crashing her lips to his once more and she could feel the smile tugging at his lips as he slipped his tongue into her mouth and let his hands descend on her waist to pull her even closer to where he was starting to grow hard again. Strangely enough, there was something almost innocent in his eagerness to please and touch her. The way he kept smiling and looking at her like she was the sun made it feel like he was discovering something entirely new and couldn't quite believe he was there. And the way it was contradicted by his agile mouth and fingers made him a bit of a mystery and this whole situation even more exciting.

Soon, his hands went down to cup her arse, humming in appreciation, and squeezed it firmly, making her moan into his mouth before she threaded her fingers through his curls and broke the kiss to attack his neck with small bites she immediately soothed with her tongue. He let out a low chuckle that was heavy with arousal and chose this moment to let one of his hands descend lower behind her thigh and grab it to hook her leg high over his bum.

Whatever he had in mind at the moment, she'd never been happier to live in the 20th floor of a building with such a slow elevator and neighbors that weren't the kind you came across at two AM even on a Friday night. Still, he probably realized the elevator ride wouldn't last forever because the hand that had been at her waist, bunching up the fabric of her blouse went down and after he quickly hiked up her skirt, it ended up between her legs, caressing her through her knickers.

"Fitz!" She cried out, a little in surprise and weak outrage at the way he was clearly pushing her usual limitations but mostly in sheer arousal.

"Jemma?" He answered with a slightly teasing tone she found unbearably sexy. Getting only a slow moan as a response from her, he kept on rubbing up and down, quickly adding more pressure and letting the tip of his middle finger slide between her lips through the thin fabric of her knickers. Bringing her face back up to him, he started caressing her lower lip with the tip of his tongue before diving in and he must have known exactly what he was doing and what was happening in her brain because he chuckled lightly when she moaned out loud. If only he could have his mouth doing exactly the same thing lower on her body!

Completely and deliciously distracted by his ministrations, Jemma didn't realize her floor was finally approaching. When the doors opened, she instinctively let her leg fall back and pushed him away from her as she tried to straighten her clothes and keep her balance. But fortunately, there was no one there and she breathed out a sigh of relief. Turning to him to see his grinning face, she gave a seductive smile of her own, grabbed his hand to lead him out and ... he didn't move.

"Well?" She breathed out with a quirk of an eyebrow. Was he actually having second thoughts now considering the not at all insignificant bulge in his pants and where his hand had been not even a minute ago?

"Well I guess we could move this to the safety and privacy of your flat or ..." He started, pulling her gently back to him inside the elevator. The passion and underlying sweetness in his sapphire eyes as well as the little note of defiance in his voice were properly mesmerizing and she found herself incapable of resisting. "... considering it's really late, you could take the risk and give me two more minutes to finish what I've started here ..." He finished, holding onto her waist more tightly, forcing her to arch her back a bit to look at him.

How did he know that the best way to convince her of something was not to insist on it but to merely imply that she wouldn't do it? And considering that she really wasn't opposed to it anyway ...

"Two minutes?" She answered back with the same defiance in her eyes and he grinned. Well, if he was going to use her competitive side to get her where he wanted, she could do the same to him.

"Mhmm …" He breathed against her lips and she barely noticed the doors closing again behind her.

"Alright then ... " She chirped a bit shyly and let him pull her with him against the opposite wall. She couldn't believe she'd just accepted the offer of an almost stranger to get her off in a public place! And she was quite surprised to realize that she was still a bit scared to be discovered but mostly, it wound her up more than she ever felt before. Meeting his lips once more, she let her hands descend on the curve of his cute round arse. Definitely some of his best features! Letting out a very satisfying low groan, he turned them around so she was the one leaning against the wall. As he started to divert his kisses to her neck, his hand went from her jaw, where he was holding her face, to her side to cup her breast and use his thumb to stroke her nipple through her blouse and bra and she whimpered quite loudly.

"Shush!" He whispered against her lips. "You don't want to wake up your neighbors!" He teased and they both chuckled.

"Then keep my mouth occupied!"

Complying quite willingly, he closed the gap between them. Kissing her with a delicious slowness, his tongue barely caressing hers, he grabbed the edge of her skirt, brought it up once more and slowly slid his hand below the elastic of her knickers. Hearing the sound of her small noises of contentment, he started stroking firmly along her lips and it felt wonderful. She'd been wet and ready for more than an hour and it was good to finally have his fingers on her. At the little mewls of pleasure she let out into his mouth, he dived in a little deeper and started to rub circles against her clit. Her knees were getting weaker and it was getting harder to keep on kissing with the way her heart was thumping against her chest. Holding on tightly to his shoulders for support, she lifted her leg up once more to hook it around his thigh, opening herself up to him a lot more, hoping he would get the message.

Finally detaching her lips from his, she let her head rest on his shoulders, reveling in the way she could feel his own heart beating wildly. His finger moved from her clit toward her entrance and he started rubbing her gently, teasing the sensitive skin there before he finally pushed a finger in. When he started pulling in and out as his breath was getting ragged , she bit the flesh between his neck and shoulders to stop herself from crying out. Immediately soothing it with her tongue, she was about to apologize when he kept his hand still for a moment and ground his hips against hers a few times. She bit him again to test her theory and he pushed her harder against the wall and breathed out her name, his erection twitching against her pelvis. Apparently, the low groan he also let out wasn't entirely out of pain and even in the haze of her building climax, she took note of it for later with a mischievous smile tugging at her lips. But she was soon distracted out of her own thoughts when he pushed a second finger inside and curled them both to rub directly against her g-spot.

"Fitz!" She whispered, her breaths now coming out in short pants.

"Jemma?" He answered, probably going for smug but the lust in his voice was too obvious and equally sexy anyway.

"Please ... more ..." And in this pleasure induced haze, she wondered once more if he could read her mind because he knew exactly what to do. He used his thumb to rub at her clit as his fingers pumped into her faster, rubbing against her most sensitive spot and the hand that's been staying idle on her breast, too focused on what he was doing with the other, started fondling and massaging it with just the right amount of firmness and subtlety. Slowly, she started to feel the familiar tingles in her feet that went up her legs and suddenly, her orgasm was crashing over her in waves from her center and she buried her face into his neck to muffle her moans of ecstasy. He took his fingers out then but kept on stroking her clit lightly until he felt the last shudders of pleasure softly shaking her body.

Her legs were incredibly wobbly and she would probably have fallen down if he didn't catch her with one arm, bringing her left leg down and smoothing her skirt down with the other. Then, with a surprising tenderness, he enveloped her in a tight hug to give her time to catch her breath.

"You're amazing!" He whispered into her ear before laying a kiss to her temple that felt just as sweet as he seemed to be.

"I think that was my line ..." She answered after a moment and they both laughed lightly.

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself then ..."

"Mmmhhh..." She let out contentedly. "Maybe we should move away from here now. As nice as it was, I'm not done with you and there are things I'm not ready to do in an elevator ..." She grinned.

"Lead the way ... I think it's safer if I stay behind you in case we come across someone in the hall!" He answered with a slightly sheepish smile. From what she could see (and feel earlier), there was no reason to be sheepish but she definitely didn't mind him being behind her anyway.

"Yeah ..." She answered before pushing the button to open the doors to the elevator that had fortunately remained at her floor the whole time.

And with an almost perfect timing, as they were getting out of the elevator, they could hear a door opening and closing and steps coming towards them. They did their best to act casual as they crossed paths with the person in question. And they would have succeeded if the man didn't wear a disheveled suit, bed hair and red marks on his neck that clearly suggested he'd just finished what they were kind of in the middle of, all while actually whistling to appear casual.

"Evening." The man said as he tried his best to avoid their eyes.

"Evening!" They both answered, way too cheerfully for this time of night.

Jemma had never been good at pretending but she hoped she was still better than that and she was quite proud of herself when she managed to wait until the elevator doors closed to turn around and look at Fitz before they burst out laughing.

After a minute, Fitz managed to catch his breath to speak again. "God! He tried so bad not to look at us that he might have walked in on us in the elevator and not even realize where my hands were!" He let out and she redoubled in laughter.

"Evening!" She let out in a really bad impression of an american accent and they both giggled like teenagers. "Would you mind pushing the button for the ground floor ... oh never mind, you seem otherwise occupied ..." She finished and they laughed so hard, they actually had to stop walking and lean against each other. She didn't know if it was because her head was still swimming after the amazing orgasm he gave her but he smelt fantastic and she had the strong urge to bury her face in his neck and drown in the sweet deliciousness of it.

"Actually ..." He grinned. "That sounds like a very proper English thing to say you know ..." He let out and she rolled her eyes at him. "Really I'm surprised you didn't tell me something in the lines of "Would you please be so kind as to follow me home so we could have sexual intercourse in the privacy of ooommmph"

Anything he might have planned to say next was cut off by Jemma slamming her lips to his and kissing him hard. Snaking one hand between them, she grabbed him through his trousers and started slowly stroking the length of his now fully hard cock. Gasping into her mouth, he broke the kiss and his hips instinctively stuttered against her hands as she grinned.

"Bloody hell Jemma ..." He breathed out, his accent more Scottish than ever.

"Was that proper enough for you?" She asked with her best innocent look and he groaned again as her hand kept moving against him.

"... now that I have your attention ... Would you actually please be so kind as to follow me home to ravish me or would you rather keep on mocking me?" She asked, arching an eyebrow all while affecting her most distinguished accent.

"You know … that's actually really hot ..." He let out, his eyes wide and face flustered.

"I'll keep that in mind then ..." She let out with a satisfied smile before taking his hand to finally lead him to her flat. Not surprisingly, she felt no resistance this time.

-0-0-0-

"You're not helping you know ..." Jemma whined weakly as Fitz pressed himself against her back while his hands were busy skimming down her sides.

"Not trying to ..."

"Well you know nothing else is going to happen if you don't let me open that door, right?"

"Sorry ..." He let out sheepishly, detaching himself from her with a slight whimper.

Once the door was open though, she lost no time grabbing his hand to pull him in before closing the door. Letting her handbag fall to the floor, she pushed him to the opposite wall and immediately attacked his clothes. First pulling on his tie, she soon had it off his neck and immediately started on the buttons of his shirt. Pulling her face up for another heated kiss, Fitz managed to distract her long enough to get access to her blouse and start unbuttoning it with a dexterity that only confirmed what she was delighted to notice earlier in the elevator. She barely had the time to push it off her shoulders before her bra popped open and his impossibly warm hands were on her breasts. For a moment, he just kept them there, softly massaging the spots where her bra had left marks. Either he'd been a very attentive boyfriend or he had at lot of female friends but either way she was immensely grateful because it felt heavenly. As she melted into his arms, she let him turn them around so she was the one leaning against the wall. Then his lips replaced one of his hands, sucking on her nipple and pinching the other lightly between his fingers and she was mewling in arousal against his shoulder.

"Oh … Fitz …" She gasped in pleasure when his tongue did something especially delicious and she could feel him smile against her skin. He was definitely good with his hands and apparently with his mouth but now, she wanted more. Hopefully there would be time for other things later anyway.

When she pushed him gently off her, for a second his expression was a bit confused and hurt and she couldn't help smiling at how endearing it was. He seemed to be wearing his emotions on his sleeve, he wasn't trying to play games and she liked that honesty on top of everything else.

"This is really good but I'm more than ready for you to take me now … " She whispered in his ear. "And obviously you are too …" She added with a toothy grin as her hand went to grab him where he was almost painfully hard now.

"Oh bloody …" He breathed out as his head fell on her shoulder when she started stroking him more vigorously. "Then you should stop that or I-I …" He started between breathless gasps.

"Oh yeah … of course …" She replied with a small grin. As much as she'd wanted things to move along, she had to admit it was satisfying to be the one driving him crazy after he'd managed to transform her into a quivering mass of desire with only his sinful hands in a matter of minutes.

Letting him go, she went for his belt as he kicked off his shoes and soon he was fully naked before her and she had to bite her tongue to not actually moan at the arousing sight. There was some sort of graceful leanness to his body that was counterbalanced by his well formed and definitely masculine shoulders and upper body. And maybe it was because it was so typically Scottish and she'd been feeling homesick lately but she found the freckles on his shoulders more attractive than she ever thought possible. Not to mention that his "measurements" would most likely make this experience all the more satisfying.

Turning her back to him, she looked over her shoulder, pushed her ass back and shamelessly used her poshest English accent to say: "Would you mind helping me? It unzips in the back …"

She could see his throat bob hard before he started grinning.

"But of course!" He replied, not even really trying to hide the breathless quality of his voice.

"Now that's a fetish I didn't even know I had ..." He whispered in her ear and she let out a low chuckle. Getting closer, probably much closer than necessary to simply unzip her skirt, he slowly let his hands descend to her waist before pulling the zipper down. Then, as it still clung to her hips, he pulled it down along with her knickers until she could step out of it. As he slowly stood back up, he pressed soft kisses along the back of her calves and thighs, stopping a little longer to nip at the sensitive skin behind her knees and visibly appreciating the way she gasped at the sensation. Then he reached her bum and couldn't refrain from lightly biting into it, making her squeal and giggle in the process. But before she could turn around to scold him properly, he pulled her to him, his erection pressing into the soft cushion or her arse and things got a little out of control from there.

Moaning in acute arousal, she instinctively pushed back against him and suddenly they were both whimpering equally loud as his own hips started rubbing against her of their own volition. One of his hands went to her hip to keep her as close as possible and the other on her breast, fondling it with a delicious firmness all while sucking and nipping on her earlobe. The combination of this felt insanely good but somehow she also felt that, like earlier in the elevator and at the bar, the boldness and erotism of the whole situation made it even more arousing.

Blindly hooking her hand behind his neck, she pulled him with her to the living room until she reached her small table and bent forward to rest her hands on it, moaning as he almost fell on top of her and the tip of his cock came in contact with her entrance.

"Fitz d'you have a …"

"Yeah hum … yeah" He cut her off. " … in my wallet!" He let out, his voice impossibly hoarse and terribly sexy. Moving to her side, he cupped her jaw with a surprising softness considering their position, and gave her a quick but heated kiss on the lips, sending another spark of heat towards her center. "Don't move!" He let out before actually running back to look through the pockets of his trousers and she chuckled.

A few seconds later, he was tearing up the foil wrapper and rolling it on him and then he was positioning himself behind her again, his cock twitching against her folds and his hands on her hipbones pulling her even closer. For once she congratulated herself for wearing such high heels that day, thus making things much easier for both of them.

"Fitz … please …" She moaned.

"Like this?" He asked, his voice a mix of arousal, bashfulness and hopefulness. "Are you sure?"

"Oh … ah … yes!" She almost cried out as one of his fingers dove between her lips to tease at her clit. "Now!" She added, bending forward until her forearms rested completely on the table and pushed her ass up in invitation so the tip of his cock pushed against her entrance. The way he'd molded himself behind her as she was looking for her keys had already put the idea in her mind but now, feeling him so close to her entrance, she knew exactly what she wanted. And it was that much more exciting for once not to hesitate to ask for exactly what she desired.

Giving her clit one last stroke, he put both his hands on her hips and she spread her legs a little wider to give him more room. And then as he pulled her hips, he pushed inside her with a loud groan.

"Ohhh" She cried out in surprise and white hot pleasure as he filled her so completely and she let her forehead fall against the table. When he was as deep as he could, he pulled out and pushed in again. The feeling of his cock slowly stretching her tight passage felt fantastic and she arched her back to show him how ready she was.

"Please … more!" She breathed out and he groaned once more at the sound of her voice dripping with lust. Stilling inside her, he bent forward, kissed her shoulder then her neck and then grabbed her earlobe between his lips and sucked on it before finally whispering: "Did I tell you how amazing you are?" And his breath on her neck sent shivers down her spine and all the way to her center.

But before she could answer something in the line of "well just show me how much you find me amazing" he bit into the flesh of her neck and rutted against her hard, making her wail in pleasure. Keeping this incredibly intimate position, he soon found a nice rythm of not too fast but deep thrusts that hit all the right spots within her. After a time, the room filled with the sounds of their panting breaths and moans and gasps and their sweaty skin collapsing against each other as she started pushing back to meet him and intensify the feeling. At some point, his hands came to rest on hers on the table and he intertwined his fingers with hers just as he pressed another open mouthed kiss to her neck. The sweetness of the gesture made her smile softly for a second until he used their joined hands as a support to thrust into her harder, hitting a sweet spot every time and she cried out.

"Oh yes … Fitz … I'm so-so close … more …"

Gently biting her shoulder one last time, he stood up straighter with a grunt. Grabbing her hips, he abandoned all notion of subtlety and started moving into her hard and fast, making the table shake dangerously and groaning every time the tip of his cock hit her inside walls. Her orgasm was building up fast but from the small whimpers he let out -probably without realizing it- and the way she could feel his abdominal muscles tense with every thrust, she knew he was trying to hold back and he'd probably get there before her anyway. And knowing he'd been hard for so long without getting a release, she really couldn't blame him.

"Come for me …" She moaned and started squeezing him inside on every up thrust, and after only a few seconds, he came with an almost pained whimper, his hips pistoning into her harder and bringing her that much closer to her own orgasm.

"God Jemma … that was-that was … what do you need?" He finally managed to ask hoarsely into her ear as he all but collapsed against her back.

"Touch me … please …" She sighed. Simply humming in understanding, he pulled her up with him, one arm around her torso, the other around her hips as he kept on thrusting as hard as he could. Even as spent as he sounded, he was still hard and her moaning was now a constant as she chased her orgasm. He cupped her breast with the hand on her torso and started teasing her nipple with his thumb and forefinger. Then his other hand went down and dove between her swollen lips to tease at her extra sensitive clit. As he moved his middle finger in gentle circles while his cock kept moving in and out of her, she finally felt the tingling in her toes.

"Oh god … yes … Fitz" She let out between breathless gasps and, grunting with exertion and the remnants of his own climax, he intensified both movements until it finally exploded in intense waves from her center, her walls fluttering around him as he kept on moving more slowly to milk every last spark of pleasure from her body. And then, they both collapsed against the table once more.

They remained like that for a moment, breathing hard with Fitz still inside her, his hips stuttering lightly, until he gently stood up and out of her with a soft wince. He offered his hand to help her up and she gladly took it, giving him a soft lazy smile. Finally kicking off her shoes, she pulled him in the direction of her bedroom and after a quick stop to the bathroom so he could rid himself of the condom, they fell on the bed, bouncing a bit against each other. After a moment spent catching their breaths, they finally turned around to look into each other's eyes and burst out laughing.

"Well that was something … » Fitz let out between two fits of laughter, knowing perfectly well they were both laughing out of disbelief of how wild and crazy things got and because of the endorphines and the pleasure still coursing through their veins, not because there was in fact something funny.

"Yes it was … And apparently you're not done with me yet …" She let out, her voice still breathless.

"Uh?" He answered with a confused look on his face and she looked down at his crotch where he was already growing hard again.

"Oh …" He let out, blushing slightly, which she found adorable considering what they'd just done. "Sorry, looks like you being naked is really all I need … Don't mind it, it'll go away eventually!"

"Who said I wanted it to?" She answered. And before he could do or say anything, she rolled over him, effectively straddling his hips. "I have you exactly how I want to!" He was an amazing, thoughtful lover and he apparently had quite a lot of stamina, she'd be crazy not to take advantage of it while she could.

-0-0-0-

Jemma kept rocking against him hard, using their intertwined hands as leverage until they both moaned loudly when she reached climax at the same time she felt him tense and then release deep inside her. Her back arched in ecstasy, she pulled off him and back down hard a few times to prolong their pleasure to the maximum. Then, slowing her pace, she fell forward and captured his lips in a slow deep kiss and he buried one of his hands into her hair where her skin was still deliciously sensitive. She remained that way for a moment, small whimpers still coming out of her mouth as small sparks of pleasure still exploded from her center.

When she felt him start to soften inside her, she moved off and away from him and came to snuggle to his side as his arm went around her shoulder.

"Wow Jemma …" He let out with an ecstatic smile after a period of time when she thought he had actually started to fall asleep and she giggled lightly.

"Wow yourself …" She answered, tracing abstract patterns on his chest with the tip of her fingers. "Really it's like you have no refractory period at all and your stamina is quite impressive …" She let out in a casual tone like she was describing an interesting result to one of her experiments and he burst out laughing.

"What?!" She cried out, swatting his chest.

"Sorry … sorry just … is that what you consider dirty talk?" He grinned and she rolled her eyes at him.

"I was just stating facts … and it was meant as a compliment you know!"

"I know …" He whispered, smiling more softly and pressing a kiss to her hair. « I liked it actually, it sounded very … scientific » He added and they both chuckled.

"Well … funny you should say that … I was just thinking I'm gonna need more data to draw conclusions from this experiment …" She let out with a sly grin and his eyes widened quite comically.

"You mean that- that … you want more …"

"More mind blowing orgasms? Yeah somehow I never really get enough of those …" She cut off as her hand went down his chest to give his cock a tentative rub and her grin widened when he whimpered softly as she felt a distinctive twitch.

Pulling herself up to lay on her elbow, she pressed a kiss to his collarbone then started kissing her way down his chest as her hand started rubbing more firmly. She smiled when she heard his heart starting to beat faster in his chest and felt his body reacting to her touches. As she reached his waist and moved to kneel between his legs, she looked up at him with a lascivious smile and a raised eyebrow.

"You're going to be the death of me you know that?" He let out in a breathless whisper and she smiled wider, licking her lips very consciously.

"Yes … but what's more noble than to die for science?"

-0-0-0-

"Hi" His voice was low and a bit hoarse from sleep but it still startled her. He'd looked very much asleep when she left the room earlier, and admittedly adorable with his hair all tussled and a small smile tugging at his lips and she didn't expect him to wake up on his own anytime soon.

She'd been in the kitchen preparing tea, for lack of anything else to offer for breakfast, for the past ten minutes and still hadn't had time to work out what to say to him when he woke up. The few other times something like that happened, the men were always gone before sunrise but again, with Fitz, things went differently. They practically fell over each other into a sex induced coma after the fifth time and she'd woken up way after sunrise feeling relaxed, very sated and deliciously sore between the legs.

"Hello!" She chirped as she turned to him with a smile she hoped looked more warm than embarrassed and she was taken aback by how attractive he looked with just his trousers and open shirt on, the skin of his torso marked red by her own lips on several locations. For a minute, she wondered if it would be prudent to turn this one night stand into a … one-day stand? Was it even a thing?

"How do you look and sound so fresh after the night we've had?" He grumbled, getting closer and letting himself fall on the chair next to her small kitchen table with his head in his hands and she chuckled lightly.

"Well actually last night was a really good stress reliever and … I haven't slept so well in ages so … thanks for that …" She finished, blushing prettily. "Tea?" She asked, pointing at the other mug on the table.

"Yes please!" He answered with a grateful smile as he took it once he added some sugar to the generous cup she poured for him. "And hum … really it was my pleasure …" He answered, blushing just as much and it was hard to believe that man who looked even younger and more innocent in the light of day was the one she did such dirty (and amazing) things with her just a few hours ago. But then again, she probably didn't look like the kind of woman who would pick up said man and bring him home to do these things.

"So hum …" He started, taking her out of her musings. "I was thinking … maybe we could see each other again some day to …have dinner or something ... talk, get to know each other other than …" He let out with a soft smile as he nervously fiddled with his mug.

"Oh …" Now that was new. The few other times she had a night like that, they only tried to find excuses to leave or make her leave as soon as possible and quite frankly it had been a relief. "Fitz that's not … I mean I thought you understood what …"

"Oh no I know, it's not like last night was a romantic date or anything and we barely spent half an hour talking before well …" He let out with a lopsided grin. "It's just that it felt like we clicked, not just sexually even if you know … wow …" He trailed off, his eyes getting unfocused for a moment and she couldn't help smiling a bit through the awkwardness of the whole situation. "Anyway I just thought it'd be nice to give a try at something else, something more …"

Sometime, maybe in another life, maybe a few years ago or a few years from now, she might have let herself get convinced. Because he was funny and attractive and he seemed really smart and sweet but she barely had the time for friends or her family and she definitely didn't have the time for dating and a potential relationship. If by any chance, things between them worked, they would both end up being hurt. Her career was everything and it would inevitably be a problem at some point and end up badly. She was doing them both a favor really …

"Oh Fitz … I'm sorry …" She started but he cut her off, the look on her face seemed to be enough.

"Nothing to be sorry for Jemma, I knew exactly what I was walking into, I just thought that maybe you could be interested in ... well more after all … but I'm not complaining though, last night was …"

"Lovely. It really was, and I know it sounds like a cliche but ... it's just that I don't have the time for a relationship and it would only … Why are you laughing?" She interrupted herself with an annoyed tone when he burst out laughing.

"No no I understand what you're trying to say, I do ... it's just you have to be very English to call what we did last night lovely!" He grinned and she rolled her eyes, though not able to hide a small grin herself.

"Well I guess I'd better be going!" He let out after a moment of awkward silence, the smile on his face not completely hiding the disappointment in his voice and she just nodded, feeling suddenly a little bad about the whole situation. She really couldn't regret what was probably one of, if not the best, sex of her entire life, but she always hated hurting someone's feelings. Even when she was sure he'd get over her fast and make this a fond memory of that night he got picked up by a strange woman in a bar and had what she hoped was also one of the best nights of his life.

Once he'd buttoned up his shirt, put his shoes back on and pocketed his wallet and tie, he walked back towards her, his hands in his pockets, looking adorably awkward.

"Well hum … I guess this is goodbye … I feel like I should thank you for last night but that sounds a little weird and I'm really not used to the etiquette in these kinds of situations …"

"Let's just say it's been really nice for the both of us and leave it there yeah?" She cut him off with a smile.

"Yeah …"

"You know you didn't have to leave so quickly, you could at least have taken a shower and finished your tea …"

"Oh no that's fine don't worry I don't live far, I'll just join the Saturday morning walk of shame and take a shower at my place …" He let out with a slightly self-deprecative smile.

"Fitz …" She let out softly before putting a hand on his shoulder. "There really is nothing to be ashamed of …" She added and scolded herself internally for the seductive smile she gave him. She couldn't really help it and she just wanted to express that they'd shared something really good but it felt like she was playing with him and she didn't want to give him false hopes.

"And as for the tea …" He started then grabbed his mug and proceeded to down the rest of it in a few large gulps before putting it back on the table with a loud thump like he'd just downed a shot of vodka. "All done! Thank you it was delicious!" He finished with a triumphant smile.

« Fiiitz!" She cried out, laughing in disbelief. "That must have been boiling hot!"

"No 's fine …" he grinned. "Well goodbye then …"

But he only made a few steps towards the door before turning back with a slightly conflicted smile on his face.

"Mmmh … do I-I mean I was thinking … Can I … get a goodbye kiss?" He asked, blushing quite adorably.

She hesitated a moment, not that it wasn't tempting but because it was much too tempting. But oh well … she supposed it wouldn't kill her to be weak once in a while.

"Sure …" She whispered against his lips after closing the gap between them once more. Resting both her hands on his chest, she pressed her lips to his. It was sweet at first, just a slight movement of lips against lips, the kind of kiss she'd give someone after a first date that went really well. But then he captured her lower lip between his and she kind of lost control from there. Her tongue slipped between his lips almost of its own volition and he groaned slightly before putting his hands around her waist to pull her closer to him. They remained that way in the middle of her living room, kissing passionately as their hands roamed languidly over each other's body, for several minutes until they finally broke the kiss, both panting and smiling wickedly.

"Sorry …" He let out, removing his hands from where they had slid down over her bum and she shook her head with a soft smile to let him know that it really was perfectly alright.

"Okay … goodbye then" He said one more time and walked towards the door.

"Goodbye Fitz …" She let out when he gave her one last look and a smile before closing the door behind him.

Suddenly feeling a bit cold without his deliciously warm body pressed against hers, she took her mug, grabbed the blanket laying on the sofa's armrest and wrapped it around her shoulder before letting herself fall on the sofa. Looking around her empty living room, her eyes fell on the table and she suddenly felt a little warmer at the memory. She definitely had some cleaning up to do but at least she wouldn't feel so guilty about skipping up her gym class this morning. Moving further back against the cushions to be more comfortable, she felt something digging into her bum. Reaching behind her and wincing at how sore her muscles were, she found a piece of paper in the back pocket of her shorts that felt like a business card.

On it were just a few informations:

Dr Leopold Fitz
R&D - Stark Inc.
(212) 146-4567

"Leopold?" Jemma whispered to herself with a small grin. No wonder he went by Fitz. But a doctorate and a job in Research and Development at Stark's … God he really was interesting. Turning the card around to see if there was anything else, she found a small hand-written note saying: "In case you change your mind …"

Smooth Leopold Fitz. Really smooth.