I totally blame this on the photo Chloe Bennet published on Instagram of her and Elizabeth Henstridge.

Of course, a plot bunny had to hit me hard and strong and I had to write this down.

Moreover, I just wanted to mess up with Fitz's poor head.

Hope you guys like it.. :)

P.S: This story has been re-edited. Thanks to StarryDreamer01 who has become my wonderful Beta. :)

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN AGENTS OF SHIELD.

1. Fitz

Fitz walked back to his bunk, yawning lightly, attempting to shake off the last traces of sleep from his body and head.

He really had to go to bed earlier and not linger in the lab until his mind was blank or when he and Simmons realized that they had been up for almost twenty hours and had to be up at eight the following morning. Morning experiments could be demanding sometimes.

All he wanted now was a hearty breakfast and a nice cup of tea (coffee was used only in dire situations – he had discovered, during final exams' preparation with Simmons, that the drink made both of them hyper for a while...).

He passed his bunk, tossed his towel inside and went to the kitchenette, noticing that all the bunks were empty. May was obviously at the stick, Coulson was probably in his office and Ward was surely working out in the hangar. Simmons and him always had breakfast together so she was in kitchen.

As for Skye- well.. he honestly had no clue.

He walked into the lounge room and stopped short in his tracks as he saw the aforementioned hacker in front of him.

Dressed in jeans, a white collared blouse and a grey cardigan. He would recognize that blouse and cardigan anywhere..

His highly analytical, PHD-mind could come up with only one question.

"What the hell?"

Skye looked at him with a grin that soon mellowed to a meek smile. Her hair was parted to the side and was straightened.

"Hello, Fitz." she said.

"Why are you wearing Simmons' clothes?"

"Well, she's currently wearing my clothes."

"What?"

"We wanted to do an experiment."

Fitz turned around as his partner's voice reached his ear. She walked out of the kitchenette and his jaw dropped.

Oh. Mother. Of. All. Things.

Jemma was wearing jeans, a long grey t-shirt and a short, black leather jacket. Her hair was falling in messy curls down her shoulders.

She looked at him with a smile that was almost a smirk and a haughty look in her eyes.

He found himself speechless and unable to tear his eyes off her.

He had always known that Simmons was beautiful. He had been around her for long enough to realize this, acknowledge it and then just get used to it.

She was his partner and it was her mind, her personality and her being..Jemma that made her so important for him. Her looks were an attractive surplus.

But right now, as she was impersonating Skye (for reasons that he still ignored..), he realized that she was also sexy.

So. Damn. Sexy.

His mind was suddenly conjuring images that he had pushed in some hidden corner of his brain when he realized that a friend/partner shouldn't really be thinking this way of his companion.

He didn't realize that he was staring until he saw a flicker of uncertainty in Jemma's eyes.

"E-Experiment?" he managed to say, shaking himself out of his stupor. Jemma nodded, eyes turning soft again and smiling slightly.

"Yep." Skye pitched in, standing next to the biochemist. She had dropped the whole -let's-act-like-Simmons attitude. "We were in the bathroom, talking about our hairstyles and stuff when she wondered what it would be like if we tried to switch."

"And since it's early and we don't have any missions, we decided to try this immediately." Simmons added, smiling widening.

"Oh." Fitz's vocabulary was still sort of limited at the moment. It didn't even occur to him as odd that Jemma and Skye would be bonding together over such..girlish things.

"So..what do you think?" The hacker looked at him and gestured to herself and the other woman.

"Er-well- I'm still a bit...-confused." he stammered. Saying that he was confused was the understatement of the century. "But..you do look good. Both of you." He added the last sentence hastily.

Skye smiled her smirky smile while Jemma looked at him and smiled radiantly. He found himself blinded for a moment.

"Your clothes are quite comfortable, Skye," the scientist commented off-handedly, looking down at her self. Fitz was trying hard not to stare at her again but he was mesmerized by the way her curls fell messily around her face, creating shadows that made her eyes shine differently.

"Well, yours aren't that bad either.." the hacker remarked. "But how the hell do you deal with these buttoned blouses that strangle your throat?" She picked at the collar and tugged slightly.

Simmons chuckled.

"I'm pretty used to it." she replied. "Your t-shirt is quite the opposite."

Fitz watched as she swept her hair back, exposing her shoulders and a whole new expanse of white skin that was usually hidden by blouses and blazers.

His started to feel light-headed as new images crossed his mind. Thoughts of him sweeping his hand through her dark blonde hair as he slowly bent down to brush his lips against the crook of her neck and then go up to her lips...

Stop.

Shut that process of thoughts, his mind told him.

Now.

Skye laughed, bringing him back from his thoughts.

"Yes, it is." she stated with a grin. "We're quite the opposite in clothing choices. I really can't see myself dressing like this everyday.." She gestured to herself. "I think you're the only one that can rock the blouse-blazer-cardigan look and the casual/bad-girl one, Simmons."

Jemma smiled, blushing slightly. Fitz noticed how her cheeks were dusted in pink, how her tongue peeked out to moisten her lips..

Stop. Shut the process.

He realized that he should have taken a shower after breakfast. Possibly, ice-cold.

"Ok, I should get going or Ward will have my ass for being late to morning training." Skye announced. She looked at the biochemist and winked. "I'll leave the clothes in your bunk, Simmons."

"All right, Skye. Have a good training," she called after the brunette that was walking away.

Fitz looked at her. He couldn't for the life of him not stare at her.

And, unfortunately, she noticed.

"Fitz, are you all right?" She asked, concern lacing her voice.

"Y-yes," he stammered, not sounding convincing at all. "Why-?"

"You are oddly flushed in the face.." She approached him and put a hand on his cheek. "Your eyes are lucid..and darker..."

His mind went in full kernel-panic mode, like a computer that didn't know how to boot because its file systems were suddenly missing.

He was suddenly very aware of the coolness of her hand on his skin, of the butterscotch tint of her eyes, of the waft of lavender that reached his nostrils from her hair and skin...

His entire body was screaming to get closer, to allow the hidden thoughts to take shape but the voice in his head -his rational side, he realized- was not giving up.

He smiled softly, placing his hand on hers and gently removed it from his cheek.

"I'm fine, Jemma." he replied. His voice came out softer than usual, with an edge of roughness. He saw the colour reach her face again.

"A-all right," she stammered slightly and he looked at her in confusion.

"Are you all right?" He asked, concern in his voice now.

She looked at him. It was a look that sent his heart thundering in his chest. His rational mind was suddenly switched to silent mode.

All he could think of was her.

One hand reached for her cheek while the other held her other hand, gently tugging her forward. He saw her stumble slightly, eyes widening as his lips brushed hers.

He felt her gasp against his lips.

When he moved away, her eyes were still wide.

And then there was silence.

He felt dread rush through his body. He had ruined it, hadn't he? Damaged the only thing that really mattered to him..

"I-I-I'm sorry.."He stumbled upon his words as he looked at her, still shell-shocked. He let go of her face and hand. "I shouldn't have-"

"Fitz.." She whispered.

"Seeing you like this just brought back thoughts that- Oh, God.. I'm so sorry.."

"Fitz.."

"I know that we are friends and partners and I really shouldn't be feeling like this- Bloody hell, I've been able to push those feelings away for years and now I just-"

"Leo."

He stopped rambling and was vaguely aware of the fact that he had basically confessed his hidden feelings to her. He suddenly realized that she's called him by his first name for the first time in a long time.

Jemma looked at him. She smiled so tenderly that his heart constricted.

She moved forward, blushing furiously as she cupped his face with her hands, stood on her tiptoes and kissed him.

His mind went blank. He could only feel. He felt her soft lips, her cool hands and her soft curls brush his chin.

And the only thing he could see were her eyes boring into his own.

She stepped back, lips drawing away but she moved her hands so that they were curled around his neck, beneath his shirt's collar. She smiled at him shyly.

"Took you long enough.." she whispered.

"Yeah.." He replied with a smile, the enormity of the events hitting him like a sledgehammer and making him feel light-headed again. Or maybe it was because he had his arms around Jemma's waist and they had just shared a kiss.

"Skye did say that I needed to do an out-of-the-box action to get something out of you.." She remarked airily.

"You two planned all of this?" He asked in surprise. "How-?"

She hushed him with a finger on his lips.

"Can't tell. It's some private girl talk."

He looked at her, completely bemused.

"Since when are you two friends?"

"Since we shared some.. bad-girl shenanigans together." She smiled quite cheekily and he had to bite back a laugh.

"All right.." he leaned down so that their foreheads touched. "Are..are we going to talk about this?"

"Yes," she answered softly. "But, first I have to change into my clothes and you have to make the tea for breakfast. Kettle's whistling."

Sure enough, a faint whistle could be heard from the kitchenette.

Fitz nodded and slowly drew back from her, disentangling their arms.

"Be back in five minutes." She said, smiling at him.

"All right." he said smiling back.

-:-

He had the tea and the toast ready when she walked into the kitchenette. He looked up and saw her wearing a simple white blouse with a blue blazer.

The Jemma-impersonating-Skye was beautiful but Jemma being herself was just perfect, he realized.

She was going to sit down when he moved, tilting her chin up and brushing their lips again. He felt her smile against his lips, making him smile in return.

They parted slowly and he saw the blush dusting her cheeks.

"A girl could get used to that sort of greeting, you know.." she remarked with a shy smile.

"I just wanted to be sure that it was all real." He stated honestly.

He was rewarded by a radiant smile.

Maybe all morning experiments weren't that bad.

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