And here's the final chapter. It's a bit shorter than the others and kind of serves as an epilogue as well but it's really what I had planned from the beginning. I know I confused a few people when I made them get together in the last chapter considering the title, hopefully things will get clearer with this one!
Thanks again to everyone who commented and liked this story, that's what makes me want to keep writing! I wish I could answer to every lovely comment I get but the FF system doesn't always make it possible!
The fourth time wasn't really the fourth time or even the fifth or sixth, after all Fitz has stopped counting a long time ago, but it felt like the fourth time it really mattered.
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"FITZ NO! I'm changing!" Jemma cried out as Fitz felt the door being pushed back against his face from the other side.
"Oh for god's sake, what now?" He grumbled, hopefully loud enough for her to hear through the heavy wood of the door. "You know I've seen you in your underwear quite a few times already?" He cried out, rolling his eyes as he wondered what crazy reason could have motivated her to keep him out of his … no their own bedroom.
"It's not that!" She cried out through the door and he swore he could hear her eyes rolling all the way to the back of her head as she did.
"You know I've also seen you naked right? Plenty of times ... from all angles … up close even, really close … I actually have pictures in case I might have forgotten what you …"
"FITZ!" She cut him off. "Just … can you just wait one more second? I'm almost done …"
"FINE!" He shouted at the door. "Can't believe that … three days I've been away and I'm getting locked out of my own bedroom … not even a small peck on the lips … risking my life ..." He kept grumbling until he finally heard the telltale sound of naked feet treading over the fluffy carpet and then on the hardwood floor as they became louder and obviously closer to the door.
"Alright come in!" She chirped happily as she finally pulled the door open to let him in.
"So what were you doing in here that I couldn't … oh …" He cut himself off, his jaw actually falling open at the sight of his girlfriend. Sometimes he still couldn't quite believe it was all real, that he was really this lucky. It's been almost two years and there was still a part of him who thought he'd hit his head on his way out of the lab that blessed day she'd broken up with Jake and that everything since then had been fantasies and dreams as he laid in a hospital bed in deep coma while Jemma carried on with her life and found herself someone who was truly worthy of her.
"So I take it you like them?" She asked with a seductive grin when he didn't say anything for what was probably an awkwardly long moment.
"Yeah yeah you could say that …" Fitz replied as he took the few steps separating them and pulled his gorgeous girlfriend into a fiery kiss. She pressed up on her tiptoes and looped her arms around his shoulder to steady herself as she tilted her head to deepen the kiss. As their lips danced across each other and their tongues twisted, Fitz couldn't stop his hands from roaming all over her body, first up over her almost naked back and into her hair before finally cupping her lace clad bottom, greatly enjoying the way she moaned and shivered at the feeling of his warm palms on her perpetually cold skin.
When the air became a necessity, they finally pulled apart but kept their forehead pressed together, their breath still mingling between them. She let out a pleased little hum and pushed back a little, forcing him to, reluctantly, take his hands off her butt.
"I love it that I can still have that effect on you after two years …" She said with an adoring smile as she brought her hand to his jaw, lightly scratching his slight stubble. He was still getting used to that too. He'd stopped shaving too closely a few months ago when he came home after a mission on the field sporting a three days scruff and she couldn't keep her hands off him all evening.
"You've been having that effect on me for a lot more than two years, I just didn't have the liberty to express it before. But what I love is that I can still have THAT effect on you …" He replied, lightly trailing his hand across her chest, between her lace clad breasts and down to her stomach, grinning at the trail of pebbled skin following his fingers. "So is that the only reason I get such a warm welcome home? Not that I'm complaining but …"
"Well first reason is that I've missed you …" She cut him off, pressing a soft peck to his lips. "… but actually this …" She said gesturing to her fancy lingerie ensemble. "… wasn't planned!"
"Oh really? Were you wearing it for someone else maybe?" He asked, mock jealous.
"No!" She replied, rolling her eyes good-naturedly. "I was planning it for another time!" She added and he frowned in confusion before she gestured towards the very voluminous clothes cover hanging from their dressing room's door. But then his eyes went wide and a big grin threatened to split his face in two.
"Oh is that …"
"Yeah it is!" She grinned. "Just had the last few touch ups done so now it's all mine!"
"Well show me!" He declared as he started moving but she stopped him immediately, her grip firm on his forearm.
"NO!" She cried out, looking properly horrified that he'd even suggested it.
"Oh don't tell me you've gone all superstitious on me!" Fitz grumbled, raising a disbelieving eyebrow at her.
"Of course not!" She replied, rolling her eyes and swatting his chest for good measure. "it's just a tradition and I … I happen to quite like this one … I like the idea that our wedding day will be the first time you see me in it …" She said, her voice turning softer as a light blush tinted her cheeks.
That was quite an adorably romantic notion coming from her. Maybe he should rethink his vows altogether, he couldn't risk having her out-romance him like that.
"Oh … when you say it like that of course …" He replied, taking her hand and pulling it between them so that he could press soft kisses to her delicate fingers, imagining what it would be like in a few weeks when he'd get to see the ring he'd designed adorning it. "Still … that doesn't explain all this …" He added, letting his other hand trail down her side until it rester on her hip.
"Well I couldn't let you see the dress but since it took me so long to find the perfect pattern I didn't want to wait to show you these." She said with a mischievous smile as she took a few steps back, giving him the possibility to see the whole ensemble. As it was, he was so distracted by how the tiny pieces of clothes only seemed to make her most fleshy bits that much more tempting that he almost missed what was so special about the pattern.
"Oh!" He let out, realization dawning on his face. He knew that specific shade of blue reminded him of something and with those small pieces of white and black satin ribbon … "Jemma! I can't believe you found another Tardis!" He cried out and she giggled in delight, visibly pleased, and with good cause, of her effect.
"They're not making the ones I used to have anymore so I thought i'd find a new ensemble to wear under my dress. Of the french kind this time!" She replied, her wide grin illuminating her whole face.
"Did I tell you how much I love you and how completely perfect you are?" He asked, not resisting to pull her to him once more after missing her so much in the past few days. To be fair, he wasn't really good at resisting her much on any other day anyway.
"Not today no …" She grinned, looking up at him through her lashes before capturing his lips again in another languorous kiss, pressing her body flush to his and her tongue sliding along his bottom lip before demanding entrance. And with all the trouble she must have been through to find that ensemble, Fitz thought that the least thing he could do was showing her how much he appreciated it. One of his hands went back to her bum, pressing her even closer to him, as the other trailed up to see if the lace of her bra really was just as soft as the one barely covering her bum. He couldn't have her fiancé wearing something scratchy and uncomfortable on their wedding day after all.
"Hhhmmm …" They both moaned in synchrony as their lips parted for a moment.
"That's … one of the reasons … as well …" She whispered against his lips between kisses.
"Mmmh?"
"I thought it'd be … interesting … for you to know what was underneath my dress all day …" She replied, her tone mischievous and a little breathless as she whispered against where she was now peppering his neck with open mouth kisses.
"Mmmmh" He let out, his hands suddenly stopping still on her skin and she whimpered adorably.
"Fitz?" She asked. "Is there … FITZ!" She cut herself off, her voice going all squeaky as he pulled her back to him and managed to undo the clasp of her in one swift movement.
"I think I better take these off now …" Fitz replied to her silent question, gently trailing his fingers down her shoulders as he pushed the straps of her bra until it fell to the floor. He couldn't help the slight gasp that came out of him at the sight of her naked breast. She was right. After two years, he still wasn't used to it and he probably never would.
"… because I cannot possibly be thinking of what I'm about to do to you when we stand at the altar in front of all our friends and family …"
And as proud as Jemma was of finding the precious ensemble a few weeks ago, it soon lay forgotten on the ground as Fitz proceeded to prove to her just how lucky he felt to have her and that, although he loved all her lingerie and he had no doubt he'd love her dress, there was no outfit he liked better on her than her birthday suit.
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Three weeks later, as Fitz teared up watching and listening to Jemma tearily recite her vows, he had to admit that for once in their relationship she did manage to out-romance him. He couldn't believe how lucky he was to have found her when she declared in front of all their loved ones how important he'd been in her life from the moment they met and that she couldn't wait to spend the rest of her life with him, because that was exactly how he felt. But what neither of them knew though, was that when she said she was ready to start a family together, she was more ready than she could ever have imagined at the time. Because just there, underneath all these layers of gauzy white fabric, the youngest, tiniest, member of the whole new Fitzsimmons family, had already been growing for several weeks, waiting for the opportune time to let her presence be known to her parents.
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Two weeks later, as they lay side by side on the white sand of their own private little beach in the Seychelles and Fitz had the audacity to point out that Jemma didn't quite fit in her new bikini top anymore (which definitely wasn't a complaint on his part) and Jemma replayed the past months in her mind, that memorable night they had a few weeks before their wedding easily came back to mind but as much as she racked her brains, she couldn't remember the last time she had her period. Being the geniuses they both were, the maths was done pretty quickly.
When she started eating crisps for breakfast each morning after that and Fitz gave her the biggest grins, Jemma declared petulantly that this baby was definitely half Fitz. But when her morning sickness graciously waited until their honeymoon was over to start, it was obvious that this baby was half Simmons as well. And what both of them knew for sure was that they already loved her with all their heart.
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And that was the beginning of a new chapter for the Fitzsimmons family.
