Did my best to update before I'll go on vacation, so be prepared for a few mistakes :) Hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own Agents of Shield.
Fitz POV
When Fitz opened his eyes, he found Jemma already awake right next to him.
He smiled, as he remembered the last night.
"How'd you sleep?" he murmured, looking her right into her brown eyes.
"Good" she said. "Although you know, there was someone laying right next to me who couldn't shut up the whole night. I never noticed you speaking in your sleep before. Guess you had to catch up on the words you've left out the past few days when we were avoiding each other." She teased him.
"I don't talk in my sleep. I never did. And this isn't the first night we spent together… Back then at the academy you often fell asleep in my room and you never said anything about me doing that. " he answered with a pout on his lips.
She laughed, reaching her hand out to his. "Just because you didn't talk back then doesn't mean you don't do it now" she said, pecking a quick kiss against his lips, while he held her hand in his.
The pout immediately disappeared and he was grinning widely.
"And what did I say? In my sleep I mean. " he asked curiously.
"Didn't really catch it. You were more mumbling than talking to be honest." She answered, crawling away from him, out of the bed.
"Where are you going?" he asked disappointed. He wouldn't have minded to stay close to her a bit longer.
"Bathroom. And then breakfast." She said as she looked for some clothes to put on. "And you should too, you know. Physiotherapy starts at 9am. Don't be late."
He growled, trying to get up. Jemma rolled his wheelchair in front of him as he placed himself in it. "Can't we just hide in here? I don't wanna endure Gianni today. He's insufferable."
"Come on, he's not that bad. He can be funny sometimes" she said as she finally found a T-shirt to wear.
"Since when do you like him?" he asked with a raised eyebrow. Why did she say that? She knew he hated Gianni… Did she really like him? He tried to remember her talking with that damn bastard, but he couldn't. He had never really been present when the two of them had spoken to each other.
A big lump formed itself in his stomach and he felt the heat in his face increase as he thought about them. Alone. Talking. Gianni showing off his muscles.
But Jemma just shrugged her shoulders and closed her wardrobe. "Relax, Fitz. I don't actually like him. He's horrible and kind of disgusting. When I met him on the aisle the other day, he looked at me in a really weird way, but didn't say a word. Really creepy. I just didn't want you to skip physiotherapy. It's-"
"important to build up my muscles again, I know, I know." He interrupted her, letting out a relived breath. Thank God she didn't like that moron.
"Besides, when I say that I like somebody, it doesn't mean that I like them. You know, the way I like you I mean." She said, blushing slightly. "So nothing to worry about, alright?" she said, wheeling him out of the door. "See you at breakfast in 20?" Jemma asked.
He nodded, rolling the wheels to move his wheelchair.
The day had been very busy, for both of them. Jemma had finally received a task from Coulson and Fitz was busy arguing with Gianni till his workout was over.
After they had eaten dinner, they went back to Jemma's room to watch the series they have missed in the past few weeks.
As she was lying on his shoulder, his hand playing with her hair, he couldn't stop to think about their relationship and the consequences that came with their decision to take the next step.
Should they try to keep it a secret for now? To see if things really worked out? That was probably a bad idea, because Jemma couldn't do any worse at lying. But what would happen if they told Coulson? He wouldn't separate them, would he? Well he could try, Fitz thought. Not like he'd ever do that. He'd only lose two of the best scientists that were willing to work for S.H.I.E.L.D. after everything had crumbled.
"Earth to Fitz? Hello?" Jemma said. "You're doing it again. The loud breathing."
He sighed, muting the TV. "You think we will ever be able to finish this episode?" he asked while Jemma positioned herself face to face with Fitz.
She smiled softly while looking him into his deep blue eyes. "Well I was trying to watch it, but you know, this guy right next to me was just really annoying." She teased him.
After he didn't respond to her banter, she asked: "What's on your mind?" and her expression changed from amused to worried immediately as she recognized the frown on his forehead.
He smiled back at her, answering: "Just… thinking about how we'll proceed from here on now."
"You mean if we should tell anybody yet?" she asked and Fitz nodded. "I think we shouldn't" Jemma said. "We should probably wait a few weeks and then tell everybody."
He nodded, eyeing her with a soft smile on his lips. "And you think you can do that?" he asked, moving closer to her. "Because…" he started as he rested his forehead against hers "My girlfriend tends to blab when she lies…"
She huffed, bringing their lips together for a quick kiss. "I think I can handle it" She whispered. "As long as we get to do that in here at night" she said and crushed her lips against his again.
He could feel his heart beat and his body temperature increase, as she deepened the kiss. His hands suddenly felt sweaty and he had no idea what to do with them. Well, his one hand because the other one was still in plaster.
God, where do I put them? Where did I have them the last time? Hands… Hands.. Okay don't think about hands. You're kissing Jemma and you should not think about hands. Dammit. Get a grip... Now maybe if I put them up just to her cheek or behind her neck…
She suddenly pulled away, looking up questioningly. "Are you alright?" she asked, arching an eyebrow.
Dear God that kiss must have felt really weird for her.
He nodded, feeling the heat in his face that must have turned crimson red by now.
Just say something... anything.
Instead of doing so he just smiled an apologetic smile and moved a little away from her.
"Fitz? What's the matter?" she asked him, trying to close the distance between them again. "You know you can tell me anything, right?"
He nodded, thinking about how he should tell her that this wasn't something he had had experience with. "It's just... you know… I've never… really done that before, that's all." he answered shyly.
"What? Kissing?" she asked curiously.
He bowed his head and looked away from her embarrassed.
"But we've kissed before?" she said. "I mean not… like that..but…You mean you've never…?"
He shook his head. "No... You're the first…"
"Oh" she said, breathing in loudly. "That's okay. Nothing to worry about, really." She smiled at him, moving forward to bring their mouths together. "We can work on that, you know."
He laughed, leaning forward to meet her lips, but when she was about to deepen the kiss, he pulled back, looking up at her. Her eyes were once again fixed on his as he was trying to catch his breath.
"Sorry" he muttered. "It's just… that I … am not really great at this. At kissing I mean."
Jemma softly smiled at him, caressing his cheek. "You're not as bad as you think you are, Fitz."
He laughed at her, thinking back to a moment he would rather not have experienced. "Riiiiight. Remember that I once had a date with that girl back at the academy. Nancy. She asked me out and you talked me into going out with her. So I did. It was actually a nice evening and when I wanted to lean in to kiss her I was so nervous and sweaty and then I made the worst thing you could imagine in that moment" he said and took a deep breath. "I … puked"
"You ...what?In her face?" Jemma whispered shocked.
He shook his head. "I reacted quickly and was able to grab the bag where we carried the leftovers of our dinner… But the bag was full with food and it kinda… hit her dress and only a bit made its way to her cheek. But she was so grossed out that she took a cab back home alone. I offered to pay for the laundry costs and the cab, but she didn't even want to talk to me anymore…"
Oh dear god, why did you tell her that? Do you want to gross her out too?
He could see that she was doing her best to suppress laughter as she was looking at him. "Erm.. Well, that's … too bad it didn't work out, but…" a stifled laugh escaped her mouth. "First kisses are overrated anyways."
He tried his best to shake off the memory of his first date and smiled back at her apologetically. "So… whenever I do something that feels … weird or strange… just tell me, kay? 'Cause I honestly-"
"Please stop it, Fitz, would you? It's really not that bad, okay? And even if it was, I wouldn't care. You're a wonderful person. Smart, funny, cute. You understand me and I understand you. I don't expect you to be perfect at everything, as I am clearly not either. Besides… I think you're cute when you're nervous and unsure of what to do. " She said and moved closer to him again. "And I've already seen you puke, so don't worry about that. " She whispered.
God, you're really lucky to hav- Ouch!, he thought as Jemma pinched his arm.
"What was that for?" he asked surprised and rubbed the spot she had attacked to soothe the pain. "That hurt!"
"That was for lying to me back then at the academy. When I asked you how your date went you only said 'as expected' That didn't even come close to what has happened." She said, still laughing.
He laughed too, trying his best to brush away the memory of Nancy and her disgusted face.
"You're not going to puke now, are you?" Jemma asked teasingly.
He looked up surprised, trying to concentrate on her instead of the Chinese noodles that came back up that day . No more noodles, he thought and looked at Jemma. Her eyes were glimmering and she had that smile on her face that he learned to love over the years. She smelled like vanilla and not at all like Chinese food as he breathed in.
"No" he said, leaning in to her. "I …actually wanted to continue with what we were doing before we talked about vomit." He whispered back and he saw her cheeks go red. His heart beat increased and his hands were even sweatier than before, if that was even possible.
Alright, Fitz. Let's do this. No more thinking about hands or noodles. Just…about her.
She smiled, closing the distance between them as she crushed their lips together once again. This time, nobody pulled away. It was slow and hesitant at first, but it soon turned into a longer, more passionate kiss. Her lips felt soft and oh so gentle against his. And he wanted more.
Suddenly lips weren't enough anymore and he found himself on top of Jemma, his hurt arm pressed in between them, as he deepened the kiss. His other hand found its way to her cheek, softly stroking away the loose strands of hair that were falling in her face. One of her hands was gripping his curls at the back of his head while the other was resting on his back. Both of them did their best to pull him as close as possible to her. His broken arm was pressed in-between them again, hurting a little bit as he was laying on it with his full weight. But he couldn't care less. All he could think about that moment was Jemma and how good it felt to be so close to her.
After a few minutes, they both let go of each other breathless. He lied himself down right next to her, grinning goofily as Jemma cuddled up next to him with a similar smile on her face.
Still out of breath she said: "Now that wasn't bad at all, was it?"
He grinned, pulling her closer to him as he put his hand on her hip. "No, not at all" he repeated and pressed a soft kiss against her forehead.
After that they stayed silent for a few minutes, regaining their breath again and enjoying the feel of each other as she was lying in his arms. Her head was resting on his shoulder and every time she exhaled, the air tickled his skin. He had goose bumps all over his body.
"So you're okay with keeping this between us…for now. Not long, just a week or two…" she said, turning back to the subject they had been talking about before their heated kiss.
He nodded, absently tracing patterns on her hip. "Yeah… wouldn't know how to tell them anyway. I mean do we just … blurt it out. Like 'hey can you hand me over the butter please. Oh and Jemma and I are dating, thank you for the butter."
Jemma laughed, snuggling into him. "I don't really know… But I think we should say a little bit more than 'thank you for the butter'."
He grinned into her hair, drawing circles against her hip which made her shiver slightly. "I think that you should probably do that. You know, to avoid unnecessary awkwardness. I'll be at your side of course, but I'd stammer and nobody would know what I wanted to say." he said.
She smiled into the crook of his neck, planting a soft kiss in it. His heart was still beating heavily against his chest, as was hers.
"Do you want to finish the episode?" he asked, looking for the remote that must have fallen out of the bed during their heated moment.
"Sure, if you want to. I'm not that tired." She said and turned over to reach for the remote that has landed on the floor.
She immediately snuggled into him again and rested her head on his felt good to feel her warm body pressed against his. Even her good smelling hair that tickled his nose, didn't bother him.
It has been a long time since he had felt this happy. The grin that spread all over his face, remained there the whole time they were watching the episode and didn't even go away as his eyelids grew heavier.
When he finally fell asleep, the smile didn't vanish either even though he dreamed about a noodle monster with a dozen arms.
This hasn't been the end yet, I've decided to prolong my story, so there's still one more chapter to come :)
And this has been the first time I've tried to write about two people kissing and I honestly have no idea how it turned out, so please let me know what you thought about it. I'm open for tips and criticism :)
Thank you for reading!