A/N: I don't own Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.
I wrote this for StarryDreamer01 as part of the FitzSimmons Secret Santa exchange on tumblr. The prompt was "Last Night in London".
This story is set in the world established by my Academy fic, Oh To Be Young, and its sequel, The Shots You Don't Take. However, you should be able to follow the story without having read either of those before.
Wednesday, November 28
The first time, she followed the rules and did what was expected.
"Hey, you two!"
Simmons jerked to her right, knee bumping against the bottom of her desk and almost dropping her pen as Penelope shook a branch of something next to her ear.
"Ugh, what are you-" Fitz was cut off by their classmate's next exclamation.
"It's mistletoe, you guys! And you know, it's bad luck to ignore mistletoe!" she cautioned in a teasing singsong.
"That's bollocks. Besides, it's too early for mistletoe. It's not even Thanksgiving."
Simmons chipped in, "Thanksgiving was last week, Fitz. Didn't you notice half the student body was gone?"
Fitz shrugged defensively. "It's flu season, I don't know. We mostly stayed in the lab. Either way, it's still the wrong month for mistletoe. Consequently," he turned to Penelope and raised his eyebrows in challenge, "I refuse to participate in this sham."
Penelope shook the twig and looked as if she was about to begin lecturing them on holiday tradition, and not wishing to witness another of Fitz's arguments, Simmons did the most logical thing. It wasn't as if this hadn't come up over the past two Christmases.
"Fitz, don't be such a fusspot." She leaned over and pecked him quickly on the cheek, trying to avoid noticing the blush that matched her own.