Chapter 9 : It's getting hot!

Fitz must have just waited for her cue because the second the words are out of her mouth, he crashes his lips to hers again with renewed passion and she's happy to let him take the lead for now. Even though, they've only been kissing a few times, it seems that they're getting really good at it really fast. Their tongues are in perfect synchrony and it feels so good that she doesn't even notice his hands on her back until they finally descend on her bottom and he starts to gently knead the flesh through the very thin fabric of her dress. The jolt of pleasure his touch is sending all through her body makes her involuntarily arch into him and she can feel it also has quite an effect on him.

When they both feel the need to breathe again, he breaks the kiss and takes his hand off her. For a second, she feels really disappointed but then, he grabs both her hands and brings them up above her head and against the wall as he takes his turn kissing her neck. Her eyes flutter close again to better appreciate the delicious sensations created by his soft mouth on her skin and she wonders how someone can manage to be both so tender and passionate at the same time. As he reaches the very sensitive skin on top of her breast, partly uncovered by her low cut dress, she lets out a small moan and feels that she's now the one loosing control.

When she had pulled him with her against the wall, she had sincerely meant to just kiss him a little more before going out for some much needed fresh hair. But his touch is so intoxicating that she let her heart do the talking for her. It's not like her to lose control like that. She does not believe in stupid social conventions that tell people what is an appropriate amount of time to wait before having sex with someone, but usually she likes to wait a little longer to let the tension build up. But with Fitz, it feels like the last two days have built years worth of sexual tension and now that she had a taste of his mouth and delicate deftly fingers, she can't find a reason in her mind to wait any longer to get more.

When Fitz stops kissing her to look at her with a cocky grin, the pupils of his beautiful blue eyes are blown wide with desire and she decides to stop looking for a reason. She crashes her lips to his again for a hungry kiss that makes her want to feel more of him. So this time she voluntarily shifts her hips against him, leaving them both gasping in each other's mouth.

"Jemma" He whispers as she lets go of his mouth. His hands are back on her ass and are now slowly making their way up to rest on her breasts. As he starts to slowly caress them through her dress, she lets out an involuntary and very loud moan. That somehow makes her brain work again and she realizes they're still in a very public place, though by chance, still desert for now.

She opens her eyes and notices the door just opposite them. If she can remember correctly from her visit the day before, this is the door to a room where they just store extra chairs, tables and things like that. So hopefully it's gonna be empty for now ... and it's going to be unlocked. So she slowly disentangles herself from him, leaving him flushed, confused and visibly disappointed. But then she takes his hand and leads him through the door that is, as she hoped, open. He quickly gets where she's going and as soon as the door closes, the temperatures starts to significantly rise in the room.

The second the door closes, he pushes her against the wall and starts kissing her again. One hand is on her cheek and the other is on her thigh slowly making its way under her dress to come between her legs. He traces circles with the tips of his fingers on the inside of her thighs.

"You know ... I really meant to get some fresh air..." He whispers in her ear.

"I know ... me too." She says panting, as Fitz's hand gets tentalizingly close to where she wants him.

"We could still go..." He says teasing her.

"No..." She says capturing his lips in a languid kiss.

He choses this moment to stop his torture and starts to gently caress her through her panties. This makes Jemma loudly sigh in pleasure and she decides that it's both really good and not enough at the same time so she takes it on her to make things go faster now.

She breaks the kiss and before he has the time to do anything, her hands are on his chest and she starts unbuttoning his waistcoat with a surprising dexterity that makes him look at her with a bashful smile. At this, she cannot resist kissing him tenderly on the lips before leaving a trail of kisses on his jaw and neck while she resumes unbuttoning his shirt. When she gets to the last button, she tugs it out of his kilt and pushes both his shirt and waistcoat from his shoulders to let it fall unceremoniously on the floor and takes a step back to look at him with a small smile.

"What is it?" He asks "Are you laughing at my kilt again?" He asks, rolling his eyes.

"Oh Fitz, you couldn't be more wrong". With that, she pulls him to her again and kisses him hungrily, slipping her tongue in his mouth without hesitation, while her hands start to roam on his torso and bare back. She lightly scratches the nicely formed muscles of his shoulders and smiles when she feels the trail of pebbled skin it leaves on his back. Her mouth starts to make her way from his lips to his neck but when she gets to his ear, she doesn't kiss him, instead she whispers : "I might have forgotten to mention earlier that I could never resist a cute guy in a kilt."

At this, he takes a step back and gives her a questioning look. But then he sees how flushed she is and how much her pupils are dilated, making her beautiful caramel eyes look almost black, and that's all the answer he needs to his silent question. He takes her in his arms again, kissing her with renewed vigor as he goes for the zipper on the side of her dress. He slowly pulls it down and lets the dress fall, catching it and putting it on a chair behind him.

His thoughtfulness, even in such a passionate moment, warms her heart and brings a tender smile to her face. When he turns back, the sight of Jemma, wearing only her panties and high heels shoes, smiling at him, brings him to a whole new level of desire and he finds himself incapable of moving for a moment.

"Fitz?" She asks with a tentative smile.

"You're amazing." He says, his brogue even thicker than usual.

"I know" She says, teasing. "You're not so bad yourself." She answers biting her lower lip and looking at him with hooded eyes. That seems to make his brain work again because, a second later, he pushes her to the wall again. His hands descend on her ass and she seems to understand what he's trying to do immediately because as he hoists her up against the wall, her legs immediately lock around his waist. The movement brings the friction that they've been craving for the last minutes and they moan in synchrony. So he does it again, reveling in the sensation. As her head falls backwards, he is given access to her throat and doesn't hesitate to take it. He starts by kissing her pulse point and torturously makes his way to the point between her breasts. After what seems like an eternity to her, he finally goes left kissing her breast languidly then captures her nipple and starts sucking on it, obtaining very satisfying moans from her. When his hand grabs her other breast and starts caressing it and gently pinching her erect nipple, she realizes how close she's getting to climax without even having taken her panties off.

"Fitz ... I can't wait ... anymore." She says between sighs of pleasure. He gives her a mischievous smile but ignores her plea and keeps teasing, sucking on her nipple even harder and rutting against her to see how much louder she can get. It feels like her eyes roll all the way to the back of her head, partly from exasperation but mostly from pleasure. But she's not going to let him take control so easily. So, somehow she manages to snake her hand under the belt of his kilt and discovers that, contrary to tradition, he is wearing underwear under it.

Well that answers Skye's question.

She can't help smiling a bit at this but that's not going to stop her either, so she slides her hand under the elastic of his boxers and grabs him. The loud gasp she gets from him makes her smile mischievously and when she starts stroking his cock, it seems to distract him enough for him to slow down his own teasing.

She keeps doing it while sucking on his earlobe. The combination of her hand, her mouth and the utterly erotic sounds she makes so close to his ear drives him crazy.

"Okay, okay, you win." He says breathless, after a few minutes of her ministrations. And with that, he grabs her by her backside again and walks to the other side of the room, kissing her languidly on the lips again. He gently deposits her on a table and as she desentangles her legs from his waist, he hooks his fingers on the elastic of her panties and makes it slip over her legs. As he places himself between her legs, she undoes the belt of his kilt and lets it fall on the floor and looks at him, his erection now extremely visible through his boxers, with the toothiest smile he's ever seen.

She tries to free him from his own underwear but he doesn't let her do it just yet. Instead he captures her lips with a very passionate kiss and his hand slowly makes its way between her legs. She almost automatically hooks her legs around his waist again. He gently caresses her clit for a moment, swallowing her whimpers with one more kiss, then he slips one finger inside her. He slowly moves it up and down, mentally cataloguing which spots seem to be the most sensible and coming back to it again, and again.

As she is hit by wave of pleasure after wave of pleasure, Jemma can't help thinking how thankful she is for his delicate and agile engineer fingers. She's had a few very nice sexual experiences with previous boyfriends but none has ever been so thoughtful and agile at the same time, and so willing to make foreplay last so long. As he slips a second finger inside her while stroking her clit with his thumb, she is left wondering what she wants more : keep going like this or see how agile he can be with other parts of his anatomy. But then, his mouth is on her breast again and her mind goes blank.

When her head falls back and she starts moaning his name repeatedly, he understands her climax is close so he starts moving his fingers more rapidly. Finally, a very particular rub of his thumb against her clit seems to do the trick because he can sense her walls fluttering around his fingers.

"Oh yes Fitz!" She lets out between loud breathless gasps. He keeps his fingers slightly moving inside her until he feels that the wave of pleasure has passed. Then, he tenderly envelops her in a hug and deposits sweet kisses on her face while she's trying to catch her breath. After a minute or so, she slightly disentangles herself from him to gaze at him with a big mischievous smile on her face.

"What are you smiling at?"

"You know that's what girls usually do after such a mind-blowing orgasm!" She says, her smile growing. His eyebrows raise at her last words.

"Mind blowing? Really?"He asks, now mimicking her smile.

"Yeah ..." She simply answers while letting her hand wander on his torso, tracing each of his ribs with the tips of her fingers.

"Also, I was thinking how ironic it is that we've shared a perfectly comfortable room all week-end and we end up having sex in a closet like a couple of horny teenagers." She adds, her smile growing at this.

Fitz chuckles and lets his own hand roam on her breasts and stomach.

"Well, your teenage years must have been a lot funnier than mine, because I've been in a closet a few times back then but never with a girl." He says with a slightly sad smile. She is overwhelmed with tenderness at the thought of young Fitz so lonely in a world full of people that didn't understand him. Once more, she wonders what would have happened if they had met back then.

She pulls him closer and kisses him languidly. When they break apart, she whispers in his ear :

"It's their loss, if they had known what you could do with your hands, those girls would have dragged you to a closet themselves. Hell, if I had known, it would have spared us from a few months of fighting each other." As she wrap her legs around him again, she can feel that, even though she had been completely satisfied, he is still very much aroused. And when he shifts his hips against her, she realizes that she won't need much to be ready for more either. She captures his mouth again and as they explore each other's mouth, her hand descends to rub him through his boxers, leaving him gasping. When they both realize he's still too clothed for their next activity, she momentarily detaches herself from him and pulls his boxers down to let it fall on the floor. As she's about to pull him to her again, he bends over to grab the pouch of his kilt on the floor, opens it and takes a condom out.

He looks at her with a shy little smile. She wants to ask him if he always carries one with him or if he thought this had a chance of happening when he got dressed this morning. But when she looks at his very nice and very arousing naked body, she decides to keep that question for later. She pulls him to her again and as her mouth is on his neck leaving a trail of languid kisses, her hand is on his cock, slowly stroking him. The combined assault makes his mind go blank and the only thing he is capable of is saying her name.

"Jemma..." He says, his voice, barely a breathless whisper.

The way he says her name, his accent thicker than ever, makes heat pool in rapidly betweens her legs and she decides that the teasing has gone long enough. She grabs the condom from his hand, tears down the wrapping and slowly unrolls it on his length. He positions himself between her legs, his forehead resting on hers and as she brings him closer with her legs around his waist, he finally enters her. As they look into each other's eyes, the sensation leaves them both breathless for a moment. But then he starts moving inside her. It's slow and gentle at first to get used to the sensation. But after a minute or so, they find their rhythm and his thrusts become stronger and faster. Her hands, initially wrapped around his neck, leave to rest behind her on the table and give her enough leverage to move her hips in synchrony with him. This new angle works wonders for her and small moans start to escape her mouth. it also gives Fitz access to her throat and beautiful naked and bouncing breasts and he'll be damned if he doesn't take advantage of that. So he locks his mouth on her pulse point which makes him thrust even deeper and Jemma moan a little louder.

"Fitz" She says, breathless as he descends on her breast to gently nip at her nipple. He never thought he'd hear her say his name like that some day and as he's looking at her beautiful face all flushed, lips swollen and eyes closed in ecstasy, he thinks he could definitely get used to it. When she tightens her legs higher around his waist, the new angle makes him gasp in pleasure and he realizes he's really close to finishing. Fortunately, from the way her breathing has just started to get a lot louder, it seems that she's really close too.

As she feels the tingles in her legs that always announce a particularly strong orgasm, she reattaches her arms around Fitz's neck. He's making her feel so good that she feels she'll never have enough. In this moment, she just wants to kiss him and bite him and touch him in every way she can until they both fall into blissful oblivion. Fitz seems to react to her ministrations because he starts thrusting slower but even deeper and harder. It's just what she needed because after only a few seconds the tingling in her legs intensifies and her walls start fluttering. As she lets her head fall back, she can't stop the loud scream that comes out of her mouth and she lets pleasure overtake her completely.

"Oh my god, Fitz!"

It seems that Jemma's reaction was just what he needed, because the second she starts screaming, he feels his own orgasm coming and after a few last powerful thrusts, as he comes, he pulls her closer again and kisses her hard on the lips.

They stay that way, hanging on tightly to each other for a moment as they try to catch their breath. After a few minutes though, Fitz gently moves off from her but still remains close and deposits a few kisses on her face. She lifts her head from the crook of his neck to look at him and she is overwhelmed by the expression of pure tenderness on his face. She gives him a big lazy smile as she finally breaks the silence.

"So, that was ... intense."

"...amazing."

"Yes, that too!" She says, her smile growing bigger. "So, what now?"

"Any chance we can just get dressed and slip out quietly to get back to the hotel?" He asks cheekily.

"I think our absence might be noticed!" She says with a tender smile.

"Yeah thought so too..." He says with a sheepish smile, but starts laughing with no apparent reason.

"What?" She asks, confused.

"Was just thinking about something I told you at the airport. I had no idea how true it was back then ..." He says with a mischievous smile.

"I knew you were following me!" She says with a mischievous smile of her own as he rolls his eyes.

"No, actually i was thinking how, now more than ever, truly glad and relieved I am that we're not related!"

"You know, I really meant to take you on a date, Jemma."

"Oh and now that you got what you wanted, you don't think it's necessary anymore, right?" She answers with a tiny grin he cannot see because of the darkness of the room.

"No no no, that's not how I meant it, of course I want to take you on a date ... I mean if you still want to. Do you still want to? I'd understand if you changed your mind, it's not like I've always been really nice to you ..."

Jemma wonders how long he would keep on rambling if she never stops him. She is discovering a whole new aspect of his personnality. Now that he does no longer seem to want to dedicate most of his time to annoy her, he seems to worry a lot about how she feels about him. Their first kiss has only been a few hours ago and considering how fast it went after that, he should logically be confident that she's at least a little interested in him. He does get all cocky and definitely kisses her with the confidence of someone who knows his interest is reciprocated but the next minute, she teases him and he looses it all. She finds it really cute that he's so thoughtful and worries of what she feels but she also realizes that his insecurities probably come from what he had to go through as a child and teenager. So she decides to stop the teasing and stops him with a small kiss that soon turns a lot more passionate as he slowly rolls over her.

After a few minutes, she breaks the kiss and gently pushes him to the side. After the wedding, they came back to their hotel room, having decided that they should be reasonable and quickly get to sleep since they both had to wake up quite early. Jemma had to take her plane back to New York and Fitz his train to Glasgow to see his mother. But then Jemma had gone out of the bathroom wearing Fitz's Doctor Who shirt and after he demanded to get it back immediately, things kind of escalated again and that's how they both ended up naked in Jemma's single bed.

"We can't keep going like this Fitz, we'll never get some sleep." She says, smiling.

"I don't need to sleep." He says pouting, but stills gets off to rest by her side.

"But seriously, do you want to go out when I get back from Glasgow? Have dinner somewhere, see if we can still get along in the US and maybe decide what this is." He says as he gestures in the general direction of their still slightly entangled bodies. Which makes her giggle.

"I already told you I'd like that Fitz. The fact that we already had sex doesn't change that. It's actually a big plus considering that now I know ... you know ..." She says with a mischievous smile.

"... what an amazing lover I am?" He continues with a teasing grin.

"I was gonna say how compatible we are but okay, i'll give you this one, I guess you were quite good." She says, teasing again and he rolls his eyes at her.

"So I'll be back in New York on saturday morning so we could go out on saturday evening. What do you think?" He says with a small smile.

"Wow, you're not loosing any time. Afraid you'll miss me too much?" She says, turning her face towards him.

"Oh come on, I'm doing this for you, I know you'll miss me a lot more, I'm very missable!" He says with a big smile on his face.

"That's not a word."

"That's not the point." He says as he starts tracing circles with the tips of his fingers on her bare stomach, making her shiver deliciously.

"Okay, okay, saturday night, that's a date! Text me the place and time." She says as she turns to give him access to more skin.

"Okay ... I guess i'll just need your phone number for that ..." He begins and they both simultaneously burst out laughing.

"Oh my god, I can't believe I already slept with you ... several times without even having your phone number, I don't even know you, you might be a miniature trains collector for all I know!" She says, hiding her face in her hands, blushing.

"Well if it can make you feel better you already know the most important things about me anyway : my love for science and Doctor Who, most of my favorite family members and even my mortal enemy." She raises her eyebrow at this last part."I mean Milton, not you of course. You're too pretty ... and naked to be my enemy any longer." He says with a bashful smile as his hand resumes his teasing and starts tracing circles on her bare breasts now.

"Awww" She says with a teasing smile.

"And I don't collect trains." He says, as he deposits light kisses on her hair.

"Better."

"Soooo ... will you miss me?" He asks as he is now gently massaging her breasts.

"Mmmhh ..." She says, trying to look detached."I don't know ... will you?"

"Maybe a bit ..." He says, his accent growing thicker, his hand now pinching her nipple.

Oh my god, that's unfair. He has to be doing it on purpose. How is it possible to be so turned on by an accent?

"So ...?" He starts as his hand now descends towards her thighs.

"Yeah, okay I might miss you too ..." She says a little out of breath.

"And I was ... quite good?" He continues a little breathless himself, his hand now dangerously close to where she'd want it.

Of course you were, you and your naughty engineer hands.

At this point, she knows she won't be able to resist him any longer and she doesn't really want to. But there's no way Jemma is going to let him play with her like that without retaliating so without warning, she turns around, rolls over him and straddles him. Before he has the time to say anything, she grabs his hands and pins them to the bed, making him her prisoner for the time being. She starts moving her hips in slow circles, making him gasp and getting an equally satisfying reaction from another part of his body.

"So i was thinking, maybe I can just sleep on the plane." She starts, her voice barely a whisper and he nods enthusiastically. "After all, it's quite a long ... flight." She adds, her face now really close to his, her lips almost grazing his as she speaks. His pupils are now blown wide with lust, just what she expected.

"But first" She says as she suddenly pulls back and stops moving above him. "Tell me how you got to the domestic departures lounge before me!"