To the anon who prompted this via review, this probably wasn't what you were hoping to get, and for that I apologize. I hope you like it anyway?
Prompt: Fitzsimmons play truth or dare with the rest of the team.
Truth or Dare
It started out as an uncommonly quiet night. By lunch they had wrapped up a fairly simple mission involving another Chitauri metals dealer. So after dinner Skye decided to break out the beer, drag her S.O. down to the cargo hold and call Fitzsimmons from their lab. "You said it yourself that it's important to unwind from time to time," Skye tells Simmons when she and Fitz politely decline. "We deserve a little celebration for how well things went today." The two scientists shrugged at this and decided to humor the hacker, abandoning their work in the lab.
They're on their second six-pack when Skye challenges everyone to a game of truth or dare. Fitzsimmons immediately agrees, though they don't actually look too buzzed, and Ward has to gulp down his current bottle before he finally nods.
It's fairly harmless at first. The bottle spins a few times and the routine questions are asked. (Last person you slept with, how many, most embarrassing date story.) Skye, of course, is the only one with enough nerve and alcohol in her system to pick dare. By the time the two six-packs are gone and they're passing around a bottle of vodka (from Fitz's secret stash, apparently), the bottle lands on Fitz for the third time. He's obviously about to choose truth, so Skye somehow goads him into choosing dare instead. (She's hella annoying when she's drunk.)
"I dare you to kiss the hottest person on this plane."
To her confusion, Simmons sputters out a laugh. It's funny, of course, because she is very much aware of her best friend's infatuation with the resident hacker. She could see from his face that he was ready to back out on the dare, but she had laughed and now he was staring at her. She's not sure if it's the alcohol that makes his expression difficult to decipher, or maybe it's because she can't fathom a reason why he's looking at her with an odd mix of confusion and determination.
It's definitely the alcohol, however, that makes Fitz take hold of her face and press his lips to hers. Simmons' eyes flutter closed almost instantly, and she lets out a gasp that's enough for his tongue to graze through her teeth. She kisses him back just as fervently, the fingers of her left hand running through his hair while the right hooks onto his tie. His is cupping her face while the other presses on the small of her back, pulling her closer. His teeth tug at her bottom lip, and suddenly the world melts away. She retaliates by gripping tightly at the hair on the nape of his neck and sighs at the low growl she feels come out of his throat.
It's at that moment that Skye finally decides to interrupt them. (She is absolutely giddy at this new development, but she so does not want watch things go any further.) The two scientists spring apart, obviously having forgotten that they weren't alone. They flush half out of heat and half out of embarrassment.
Skye is looking at them with a smug smile and buggy eyes. Ward just looks uncomfortable, there's no other word for it.
There's a moment of silence where everybody looks at everybody before Ward (naturally) is the first to gain his composure and takes the bottle in the center. "Yeah, I think we've all had enough for one night."
Fitzsimmons immediately mumble out agreements and scramble to help Ward gather the scattered empty bottles, refusing to look each other in the eye. Ward has to give his rookie a nudge to get her to snap out of whatever is running through that crazy head of hers so she can help.
The next morning Skye is happily surprised to find that she'd slept 'til noon. (There's a note on her bedside table from Ward saying he's cancelled training for the day, with two Advils and a glass of water sitting next to it; it makes her smile.) After gulping down the tablets, she tries to recall last night's events, vividly remembering her little dance number on Lola's seats (crap) and… ah yes.
She ventures out of her bunk in search for food, when she finds Fitzsimmons sitting on the couch in front of the TV. Their torsos are pressed against each other, both of them holding mugs of tea, with Fitz's arm languidly resting around Simmons' shoulders. When they notice her staring, they both give her a smile. "Oh good, you're up," Simmons said sweetly, lifting her head off of Fitz's shoulder.
"Jemma left some bacon out for you from this morning," Fitz then says, turning his attention back to the TV. Simmons offers Skye one last bright smile before turning away as well.
Skye can only stand there and blink. The gears in her head were moving but could not, for the life of her, understand. Last night, these two so-called platonic best friends had been all over each other. Shouldn't they be all over each other now? Or even be avoiding each other? Not acting so… comfortable. Shouldn't something have changed?
She watches as Fitz's fingers start to draw circles on Simmons' shoulder, how he presses his lips on the crown of her head to whisper something that makes her shoulders shake in soft laughter, burying her smile in the fabric of his shirt. Okay, so maybe something has changed, but they still seem to be pretty much the same. Skye supposes that's just how they are.
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