Just a small thing, because there is not enough FitzSimmons fic:

The electric door to the lab whooshed open "Fitz?"

Jemma walks towards him covering her eyes at the bright lights

"Have you even slept?" Fitz was welding something together, Jemma knew some of the thing he was doing but not all the time.

"Fitz? Are you in there?" He lifted his head and muffled

"Yes and no I haven't slept yet, Coulson wants this finished for today, at 1 o'clock precisely he said"

Jemma sighed "at least take a break, its 6 in the morning! Plus we have the Bus to ourself's and there are pancakes"

Fitz put down his tool and followed Jemma out of the lab and up to the living room.

Plonking himself down on the nearest sofa, his eyes followed as Jemma as she went behind the door, 'she did have a nice butt' he though to himself. Just as she disappeared Jemma was back but with a frown.

"whats wrong?" Fitz asked

"no pancakes... I bet skye has eaten them all" Jemma replied and sat down next to Fitz resting her head on his shoulder.

'I should tell her, but what if she gets all weirded out, god that would be awkward' Fitz thought as he looked down at her, her hair was shimmering in the morning light, different tones of brown.

'God you're beautiful!'

"So what do you want to do? We could play Scrabble?" Jemma said with a hint of glee, as she always wins no matter what, if shes got a cold and wrapped up in blankets she could still somehow beat him.

"Not Scrabble, its too early in the morning for me to get beaten again!" Fitz whined

"Oh but!" Jemma moved so her chin was on his shoulder, her eyes widening,

"Fine" he couldn't stand her looking at him like that, he would kiss her

'but that wouldn't be a bad idea though.'

It wasn't long before they had set up the game and Jemma was about 70 points ahead of Fitz

"No, c'mon thats not fair" Fitz exclaimed as Jemma put ''wonderful'' on the board whilst laughing manically!

"It is so fair!" she looks up grinning and sees Fitz smiling at her

"What?" she asks

"Nothing" Fitz realises he's smiling and looks away, blushing, he was so caught up in how pretty Jemma looked when she was happy and smiling that he had forgotten that it was his turn.

"No tell me! What is it?" Jemma crawled round to his side of the table and looked him in the eyes

'What do I do! What do I do' Fitz panicked

Jemma was so close to him now, she smelt like honey, her head slightly tilted to one side. Her hair was hanging over her face.

He slowing moved it back, the sunlight hitting her eye, Fitz glanced at her lips then to her eyes, they were so beautiful.

Fitz moved closer to Jemma, their noses touching, then they kissed, soft at first then slow and fast and back to soft, they fell off the sofa and bumped onto the floor on top of each other, giggling hysterically.

The scrabble game was long forgotten. They lied on the floor huddled together for what seemed like an infinity.