"Wanna try it and find out?" Fitz whispered in her ear, and she was just about to say something sarcastic about rhetorical questions when his lips moved down an inch and pressed against her neck.

Jemma's eyes fluttered closed as the soft press of his lips moved down her throat. "Mmhmm," she confirmed, nodding slowly and concentrating on the tingles he was raising along her skin.

"Is that a yes?" he asked, rolling her onto her back and sucking gently just below her jaw. "Or a no?" He supported himself on one forearm while his other hand skimmed lightly over her ribs.

Jemma drew in a shaky breath. Curling her fingers around his neck, she brought his face back to hers and pulled him down for a kiss. Their lips pressed together softly for a moment before pulling apart as they smiled. Her eyes blinked open to look into his and they pulled her into their depths, drowning her in their intensity. Her smile faded into a soft, "Oh," at the back of her throat, and then she closed her eyes once more and kissed him again. This time, the softness was backed by a need, and soon her mouth opened to capture more of his taste.

Fitz pulled back slightly and bumped his nose along hers. "Cause if you're not interested," he whispered before he leaned down and slid his lips over hers again, "I mean, that's fine." His tone was teasing, but his jaw clenched tight to tamp down on the dull ache that rose in his chest. He'd spent too much time thinking exactly that for it to stop hurting already, but the smile on her face and the gentleness in her eyes were helping. As was her frankly enthusiastic response to his suggestion.

Jemma bent one leg wide and wrapped her foot around his calf. Shifting her hips moved him on top of her, and the only thing separating them was her damp panties. He was partially hard, and the weight of his body on top of hers felt wonderful and right. More right than she had ever thought it would, on the rare occasions when she'd let her mind wander down that route. She knew there was a reason she'd never allowed herself the luxury of doing this with him for real, but just at the moment it escaped her. Instead of continuing down that line of thought, she tickled her fingers against his scalp and kissed him again.

"Is this 'yes' enough for you?" she asked, and she deepened their kiss, sucking on his tongue like she'd just been sucking on his cock.

Every part of him wanted nothing more than to pull her panties aside and bury himself inside her right then and there. His hands moved down to grip her waist tightly as his hips thrust against her, mimicking the motions he was going to be doing for real soon enough. A growl was trapped at the back of his throat, unable to escape the passion of their lips moving against each other, and he swallowed an answering groan from her. One of his hands slid down to grip her ass briefly before cradling her thigh and pulling it up alongside his ribs. This opened her up even more and his now fully-hard cock was rubbing along her cotton-covered entrance, desperate for a way inside.

Jemma's eyes refused to stay open as the twin pleasures of his tongue and his cock tingled through her body. It was a delicious torture the way his hardness was tracing a path along her slit. She was so wet now that she was surprised her panties hadn't slipped aside on their own, and she was just thinking of reaching down to help them along when he shifted between her widespread thighs and his cock pushed them aside for her. Her whole body shuddered as the head of his cock slid right up and prodded her clit, and her eyes opened wide before rolling back and closing again.

"Oh God, Fitz!" she half-shouted half-gasped, ripping her lips from his. "Yes! Right there!"

Fitz buried his face between her neck and her shoulder, thrusting carefully against her clit. He squeezed his eyes shut and clamped his jaws together, mentally restraining himself from thrusting inside her. This is what she needed just now, and this is what he'd give her. He grunted slightly, both with the effort of resisting the urge to just give in and start fucking her and with the sudden discomfort of her fingernails gripping and scraping down his back. He ground his hips into her, sliding his cock back and forth in her wetness, and lifted his head up to watch her face. She was always beautiful, but right now with the unguarded passion and lust written across her features, she was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen.

"Come on, Jemma," he encouraged her, still massaging her clit with the head of his cock. "Come for me." He leaned down again and nibbled on her ear lobe before whispering again, "I want to see you come."

She gasped for breath and tossed her head as her back arched and her hips circled. The sound of his voice and the tickle of his breath in her ear made her shiver. Her fingers clutched at his back and one hand moved back up into his hair as the other moved down to his ass. They clenched and unclenched in time to the waves of pleasure rushing over her. The tension was still building inside of her and she never wanted it to stop.

"Touch me," she gasped, letting go of his ass to move his hand up to her breast. Those wonderful hands. She wanted to feel them on every part of her at once. "I want to feel..." her voice trailed off into a keening whine as he massaged her breast and teased her nipple with his thumb.

He squeezed her breast in his hand, enjoying the weight of it and how its shape fit so well into his palm. Her nipple was a hardened point, and he rubbed his thumb across it before leaning down and capturing it between his lips. The way she shuddered beneath him made him feel like everything he'd always thought he wasn't: heroic and sexy and ... wanted. She wanted him, desperately, and that fact made his head spin and his heart stutter. He tickled her nipple with his tongue before sucking it again.

"Harder," she gasped, gripping his ass tight again and pulling him against her. "I need..." A whimper choked off and turned into a moan as he pushed against her more forcefully. "Yesss," she breathed, pulling his face tighter against her breast. He pulled her nipple harder between his lips and squeezed her thigh tight between his fingers. "Oh god, I'm going to-" her voice broke off into a wail as her hips stuttered against him and she rubbed her clit again and again along the head of his dick.

She spasmed around him, her legs wrapping him so tightly he could barely breathe and her nails sinking deep into his flesh. He held himself still where he was pressed against her most sensitive spot and moved from one breast to the other, sucking her other nipple with the same enthusiasm he'd shown its pair. This caused her wail to change in pitch before cutting off into desperate gasps for air which themselves were strangled when her body froze around him.

Jemma felt the tension inside her explode into a million pieces which then fireworked into a million more, and she held onto Fitz for dear life as the roller coaster she'd climbed with his kisses raced through all the loops and curves and drops at once. She clung to him as the one solid, dependable thing in a world suddenly full of swiftly moving currents of pleasure as she drowned, resurfaced, and then drowned again. One second she was gasping for air, and the next she was riding the waves once more.

When the huge explosions finally calmed down to smaller detonations, she finally relaxed her grip on Fitz and, breathing heavily, lay back against the mattress. Her whole body felt at once tense and relaxed and her muscles ached with the strain of being clenched so long. She panted hard, catching her breath, and felt somehow too shy to look at him, so she lifted his head from where he was still nuzzled against her breast and she kissed him softly, her eyes still closed.

"Thank you," she said quietly, smiling to herself at the absurdity of the statement, and then wincing slightly when Fitz moved.

He winced in sympathy when he accidentally nudged her now-sensitive clit as he moved off of her. Leaning down, he kissed her shoulder and smiled back. "Trust me when I say it was my pleasure," he smiled back.

She chuckled throatily in response. "Mine, too."

"That wasn't even what I'd meant to do," he said self-deprecatingly.

"Well you can do it again, any time you like," she replied enthusiastically. "Any time," she emphasized.