Fitz woke up to the low buzzing of his alarm. He looked over to see Jemma sleeping next to her – she looked exhausted even in her slumber. When he got in last night – well after midnight – she was still working. He had no idea when she finally got into bed. He felt a strong urge to wrap her in his arms and cuddle at least, but he was afraid to wake her when she still had at least an hour of sleep yet. He sighed and slipped quietly out of bed as he had to be in the hangar early morning to sign off on maintenance work on a number of Quinjets, so the field agents could depart.

Since Mace took over, they have both been working crazy hours. Jemma was buried in endless paperwork (reports, funding requests, project evaluations), while Fitz tried to fill the hole created in the lab by her new responsibilities, trying to stay on top of inventories and work orders, as well as training and supervising the new lab assistants. The rest of his time was dedicated to his new project with Radcliffe – creating a virtual reality training environment. He was very excited about the potential of the Framework and poured all his remaining energy into perfecting the technology.

While the work was for the most part stimulating, it felt to Fitz that their relationship was suffering. They were most of the time too tired to do anything but sleep in the privacy of their room and at work, even when they were together, they were always surrounded by the army of new people Mace and Talbot filled the base with. Fitz watched Jemma's exhausted face for a moment before he left the room with a plan hatching in his brain.

Jemma finished the new funding request Mace asked her to prepare. She thought for a moment finishing early, grabbing Fitz – who was leaning over his precision instruments only a few feet from her, working on the headset for a new project, called the Framework - on the way and retiring to their room for a lazy early evening of sex and movies. Then her glance fell on her long task list and she reminded herself that she was not the type to fall behind with her homework. She was trying to triage the dozen things she was supposed to be doing all at once as high priority when suddenly a message flared up on her tablet. "Emergency protocol Gamma. Proceed to Drop Box site 9. This is not a drill." She glanced over to Fitz to see if he got the same message, if he knew what the hell Gamma protocol was. The question on the tip of her tongue died when she noticed another line. "Clearance Red only."

One of the things she disliked the most about their new arrangement was their different clearance colours (hers orange, his green) which meant they could not speak freely about their work anymore (which Fitz disregarded most of the time anyways, deriding what he considered idiotic red tape, but she tried to follow the rules to the letter for fear of losing the director's trust, which gave her access to valuable intel). She got up from her desk. When Fitz saw her grabbing her coat, he asked if everything was ok. "Yeah, I'm fine. Mace needs me for something." she replied and headed out the office.

Drop box 9 was located in a public park, where she found a map and a token with the instructions "Give the token to Salvatore." She followed the map that led her to an ice-cream parlour. That's strange, she thought.

She went inside "I'm looking for Salvatore." An old, kind-faced man stood behind the counter. "That would be me, Miss." he said. She gave him the token. The old man gave her a scoop of pistachio ice-cream in a cone (her favourite) and an envelope. "I didn't order ice-cream" she looked at him confused. "It's part of my instructions, Miss" the old man replied.

She thanked Salvatore and set down on a bench opening the envelope. It contained a sheet of paper in code, which she assumed were coordinates and a second, smaller envelope. The instruction read "Do not open until you reach the rendezvous point. Fibonacci." Jemma worked for ten minutes on a piece of paper, enjoying the late afternoon sun and her exquisite ice-cream, to break the code. When she got the coordinates, she put them in her tablet to locate the place on the map. It was an upscale hotel downtown. She wondered if the protocol had been put in place under Coulson's time, considering the quirkiness of the set-up. It was definitely too imaginative for a bureaucrat like Mace.

She hailed a taxi and headed over to the hotel. She entered the lobby and looked around. When she didn't see anyone she recognized, she wondered for a moment if the others took longer to break their code (it was a possibility – it was quite a tricky one). She opened the small envelope and found a key card with a small sticky note, reading π. She took the elevator to the 3rd floor and found Room 14. She tried the key card, the light flashed green. She slowly opened the door "Hello? Anybody here?" she asked loudly.

Someone grabbed her and pulled her into the room. She almost screamed, but then saw familiar blue eyes smiling at her before he kicked the door closed and pushed her against the wall in a passionate kiss. Jemma felt a mixture of annoyance and amusement. She was also flushed and quite horny.

"Are you nuts, Fitz?" she hissed. "Someone will notice us both leaving at the same time during work hours. We can get in big trouble."

"Oh, don't worry – I got us covered." he said slipping his hand under her blouse, caressing her torso with his impossibly warm palms. "This was actually a live demonstration of a very serious security loophole that the science department feels the Special Advisor should be aware of. I decided to personally debrief you at the end of the demonstration."

"Oh." she said, her annoyance gradually subsiding under his expert touch. "In that case, can we take the debrief to somewhere more comfortable?" she asked as they tumbled towards the bed, kissing madly. Jemma felt her passion rise and her body dragged down by weeks of stress and exhaustion suddenly become alive.

"First of all, it takes a skilled hacker less than a few hours to find their way through the main firewall, accessing the Director's private files of Rainbow security from which all other files become accessible…" he started the debrief while unbuttoning her shirt, punctuating his words by covering her body with kisses while speaking. He unclasped her bra and Jemma was losing focus, having a hard time following his words.

"Said skilled hacker could gain access the Director's private password, which is definitely not complicated enough considering the access it allows." and at the words access he slid his hands down Jemma's pants, his fingers touching her already wet underwear. "Wow, so hot and wet." he swallowed, eyes darkening with desire as he continued. "This person could then use the password to activate or override protocols. If the person had dubious intentions, he could even lure a high-ranking SHIELD agent to an undisclosed location, for God-knows what sinful purposes." he finished pulling off her pants and underwear all at once. She lay on the oversized bed naked and she arched her back with pleasure as his fingers played her like the familiar instrument it had become. In this position, she spotted the large mirror opposite the bed. A long-held fantasy surfaced in her mind. She turned around, leaned on her elbows, arched her back and lifted her bottom. She watched with amusement in the mirror as Fitz was rendered momentarily speechless by the unfamiliar pose.

"Shut up and make love to me, Fitz." she said, just to see him blush, which he predictably did. He stared for a beat longer, gently caressing her butt cheeks, and the sensation together with the sight of her exposed nude body juxtaposed against his fully clad one sent new gushes of wetness down her pussy.

"Hot monkey love." he muttered.

"I know how fond you are of everything monkey" she laughed.

Fitz sprang into action. He pushed down his pants and rubbed his erection to her slick opening then pushed inside. They both gasped at the sensation of depth and pressure. The angle was perfect, hitting all the right spots and Jemma felt deliciously decadent looking in the mirror as he kept pumping into her, his face losing its previous smug grin, replaced by animal desire. It was not the most poetic of poses, but something primal and incredibly effective.

The friction made her tremble, and as he started to knead her bum a bit rougher their bodies slamming together rhythmically, she felt the pleasure spread down to her toes and all the way to the base of her skull. Weeks of stress and tension lifted as he was literally screwing her brains out or at least that's what it felt like. It was a most welcome feeling as far as she was concerned. She felt tantalizingly close to release, the only problem was getting enough pressure on her clitoris in the position she was in. She tried to place a finger but their wild movement made it impossible to establish a pattern. Fitz noticed her machinations and leaned forward – his chest glistening with sweat covering her back and whispered into her ears "The science division would also like to report the development of a new prototype designed for similar situations." He pulled a little ring-like object from his shirt pocket, which still hang around his shoulders. He slid the gizmo on his fingers and touched it to her clit. It pulsated just at the right frequency and the heavenly vibration it created sent her right over the edge, moaning with pleasure. Her walls tensed around his cock violently, which pushed him into his orgasm crying out loud and tumbling forward. She kept watching in the mirror as his eyes rolled back and the feeling of his pulsation inside her prolonged her pleasure. He put the vibrating ring over her clit again and she screamed loud as the second wave of orgasm crashed over her, stronger than the first one. He stayed inside her until the rhythmic clenching of her walls subsided, then he carefully pulled out, rolling onto his side, caressing her bare back as she laid on her stomach, resting her head on her arms. All her tension was gone and she felt happier than in weeks. She turned her head towards him, his sated, smiling eyes only inches from hers. "Wow." she managed breathlessly.

"Indeed. Wow." he said and kissed her deeply.

"That was very creative of you, I like your little prototype." she giggled.

"You inspire me, with how incredibly hot and sensual you are." he said. "And I would just like to note that the science department has been feeling a bit neglected and somewhat frustrated which we all know decreases productivity. I read your task list, little SADIST – and you are responsible for the productivity of the science team – so treat this as a formal complaint." his words were teasing but Jemma felt the real hurt beneath the humour.

She sighed "Yes, it's been insane. But you know, maybe we could activate Gamma protocol every once in a while, just to blow off steam and increase productivity. Now, I am afraid you will have to repeat the debrief so I can prepare a report, because I lost you at security loophole, when my devious and very handsome boyfriend distracted me."

"Well, the science department, knowing full well how busy you are with all your extremely busy work has prepared a full report for you, ready to sign – in the hope that in the time it frees up for you, you could go perhaps for Round 2 with your devilishly handsome and rather horny boyfriend." he smiled and handed her the tablet.

She quickly scanned through the report (in which Fitz elevated hiding sarcasm and innuendo behind dry, bureaucratic techno babble into an art form) and laughed – "looks perfect except you failed to mention the pistachio ice cream, which by the way was delicious and your little prototype."

"I figured those were more from your boyfriend than the science department." he caressed her nipples gently.

"OK, then, I guess those details do not strictly belong in the report. In my role as advisor however, I have to propose a countermeasure to the detected security problem." she looked at him questioningly.

"Well, the science department recommends that the director's password is protected by extra security. Also, it would be a good idea to build an offline server room that could run the base in case of security breach." he suggested.

Jemma nodded "Of course, we should have done that ages ago."

Fitz leaned closer and said in a low voice. "I already found the perfect location for it – within the base, but remote. No security cameras. I estimate it to be a project that would require close to 200 man-hours to complete and important enough to require regular personal supervision by the special advisor to the director. I already moved a couch there."

"I will remember to put that in my report." she smiled mischievously. "Well, maybe not the couch." Then she turned to him fully. "Thank you, my brilliant and awesome boyfriend. I didn't know how much I needed that."

"Anytime. Are you ready for round two, now?" he asked.

"Definitely. Why are you even wearing any clothes? Come on, we need to fix that immediately." she said as she straddled him and started to pull off his pants.

"Happy to comply, boss." he smiled contentedly cupping her breasts.