It had been a very long day.
After having to suffer through Ward's practically mayonnaise-less sandwiches and listen to the awkward silence of nobody talking during dinner, Fitz was ready to call it a night.
But that's not how things went.
He finally got to his room and sighed, slamming (gently) the door behind him. He proceeded to lock it and practically jump with exhaustion onto his bed. There were plans he was supposed to be working on, but he was too tired for that tonight.
He had to do his daily bedtime routine, though.
He reached under his mattress, and under the sheet that tucked beneath it, and pulled out a picture of Simmons. She was smiling, and her hair was falling slightly in her face. The picture was worn and faded at the edges.
Fitz hastily undressed, feeling the blood rush to his private parts already. This was a routine now - if he didn't do this, it didn't feel right. When he was left in nothing but his boxers, he sat on the bed and slowly but surely stuck his hand in his boxers.
Jemma had a bowl of popcorn and a pile of DVDs. She could tell at dinner that Fitz was having a hard day, and she wanted to cheer him up with an impromptu movie night. She reached his door and went to open it, but it was locked. That's strange, she thought. Fitz never locks his door. She knocked loudly. "Fitz! It's me! Can I come in?"
"Uhhhh...sure..." Fitz's voice sounded muffled and a bit panicked. What could he possibly be doing? she thought to herself.
After what seemed like forever, Fitz came to the door and opened it. Jemma was expecting to see him in his usual very covering pyjamas, but he was wearing only his boxers and a shirt that looked like it had been hastily thrown on three seconds before opening the door.
She could already feel herself getting wet.
"Um, hi Fitz," she said, suddenly nervous. "What are you..."
"Uh, not..." they both trailed off.
"Come in," Fitz said awkwardly, rubbing his curly hair. Jemma stepped inside awkwardly, not knowing what to do exactly. She could see, however, that in his haste to open the door, he had forgotten to cover up his boxers, and there was something very long and hard sticking out slightly.
"I was wondering if, maybe, you'd like to, um, watch a film with me, but I can see that, you must be, well, doing something, so...I'll just go." Jemma went to leave, but Fitz grabbed her arm and stopped her. She shuddered with surprise, but in a good way. She hadn't seen a commanding side of him before.
"Wait Jemma, stay. There's...there's something I need to tell you."
TO BE CONTINUED. ;)