Jemma stared up at the man lying above her and tried her best to hold back a beaming grin that would probably terrify him.
"Seriously?" She asked.
"…Yeah." Fitz exhaled with a small smile.
"…Right."
"I-I mean, if y-you want to." Fitz added in a panic.
"I want to." Jemma said quickly.
"Well…okay." Fitz smiled.
"Okay." Jemma smiled back.
"And it's not gonna be weird."
"It's not gonna be weird."
Jemma and Fitz sat up and spent half a minute sat in awkward silence and sharing glances.
"…W-Why don't I get myself cleaned up in the bathroom and you can get ready out here?" Jemma suggested, standing up and blushing at the thought of what the two of them would be doing soon (each other).
"Great idea." Fitz said, standing up and coughing to fill the silence. Suddenly he filled with panic.
"N-NOT THAT YOU NEED TO FRESHEN UP OR ANYTHING. I-I mean, you, you look amazing. I mean, you know. I'm, uh, what I meant is that-"
He was cut off by Jemma smiling as she kissed him again.
"…Please do that more often." Fitz smiled.
"Promise." Jemma giggled, kissing him again. She found his awkward rambling hideously adorable.
"Shall we say…ten minutes?" Jemma suggested.
"Ten minutes." Fitz nodded.
Jemma blushed slightly as she turned around and headed into the bathroom, unable to wipe the smile off her face and unable to resist taking another look at Fitz before closing the bathroom door behind her.
I've wanted this for so long already. Ten more minutes is nothing! Ten minutes. It's actually gonna happen.
Fitz's heart started thumping as the blood drained from his face.
Bloody hell. It's actually gonna happen.
…
Okay, Jemma. Do not have a panic attack.
As Jemma stared into the mirror, she had never been so nervous about anything in her life.
Months of yearning and suffering were finally about to pay off. She'd wanted this for so long and now it was about to happen. It had to be perfect.
She turned the tap and held her finger in the water until it reached a temperature she was happy with before realising she had no idea why she'd even put the tap on in the first place. She decided to wash her face just for the hell of it; it might even help clear her head.
After all, she'd been dreaming of this for so long and now dream was about to become reality. She had no idea how it was going to go down. After it happens there's no going back, all the innocence in their relationship would vanish.
Stop worrying. He's gonna be great and you're gonna be great. I wonder what he likes in the bedroom. Does he like rough and loud? Top or bottom? I hope he likes going on top. He's an engineer, he likes putting the effort in, right?
Jemma laughed to herself and blushed at the thought. She'd never thought about Fitz in this way with the knowledge that something actually was going to happen. She never thought she'd be in a place where she was about to have sex with her best friend of over a decade. It's not exactly a situation people usually find themselves in, after all.
I guess we've always been unusual, though.
Jemma smiled softly.
…
I hope she won't mind me going on top. What if she does? Bloody hell.
Fitz had spent the last few minutes pacing from one end of the living room to the other.
Is there a sex-related version of stage fright? Is sex fright a thing?
It had been a while since Fitz had been with a woman, so long he couldn't really remember if he was any good or not. All he knew was that it was with his ex-girlfriend Sophie and she turned out to be a right bitch.
But now it really, really mattered. It was Jemma for God's sake. All of these torturous few months she'd been interested in him too, and what if all ended up going wrong? What if she doesn't even get a reaction from it? What if he's so bad it ends up practically being necrophilia?
Come on, Leo, positive thoughts. I do believe in fairies. I do! I do!
Thinking about fairies; way to be manly, Leo.
I bet Jemma's not thinking like this. I bet she's not this nervous.
Then it hit him. People always said they were psychically linked, like a hive mind. Maybe she was panicking just as much as he was.
…
Jemma jumped when there was a light knock on the bathroom door.
Oh no, has it been over ten minutes? I hope he doesn't think I've chickened out. Oh, bloody hellfire!
"Jem?" Fitz asked quietly from the other side of the door.
"Yeah?" Jemma responded nervously.
Oh god, has he changed his mind? I wouldn't be able to ever leave this room. Maybe I should just sit in the shower and wait for death.
"Are you freaking out as much as I am?" Fitz wondered with a slight chuckle. A smile spread across Jemma's face.
"That depends. Can you breathe?"
"Barely."
"Then I'd say we're in the same boat, yes."
Fitz rested his head against the door just as Jemma, unknowingly, did the same.
"I think we're thinking too much into this." Fitz said.
"I think you may be right." Jemma smiled.
Delicately, Jemma reached for the lock on the bathroom door, unlocking it and slowly opening it. She couldn't help but smile as her eyes met Fitz's again, and he couldn't help but smile when he saw her.
"Hi."
"Hi."
Fitz offered Jemma his hand and of course she took it, letting him guide her out of the bathroom and back into the living area.
"You know, when it comes down to it, we're just two people with no labels. It's all about the moment; we just need to seize it. Let's just do it." Fitz suggested innocently, but Jemma blushed.
"Literally and metaphorically." She smirked, and then Fitz blushed.
"Jemma Simmons, this is a side of you I've never seen."
"Well, do you like this side of me?" Jemma wondered, taking a step closer to her handsome Scottish best friend-slash-crush-soon to be lover-slash-hopefully boyfriend.
"There could never be a side of you I don't like." Fitz grinned.
"Literally and metaphorically." Jemma said again with a giggle that made Fitz melt inside.
A minute went by filled with a short laugh from the pair, and a lot of looking down at the floor avoiding eye contact.
How do I go about this now?
Should I start taking my clothes off or his?
"…Okay, I'm gonna kiss you again." Fitz said and Jemma laughed as her lips welcomed his once again.
"That is absolutely, perfectly fine." Jemma exhaled the second their lips parted.
"Thank God." Fitz smiled as he rested his forehead on hers.
Let's make it simple.
Jemma took a step back and held out her hand, leaving Fitz somewhat bewildered.
"Let's stop overthinking it. I'm Jemma Simmons, biochem. And I like you. A lot."
Fitz smiled and he took Jemma's soft hand delicately in his.
"Leopold Fitz. Engineering."
A short silence.
"Oh! Sorry. And I like you too. Lots."
"…Well, that wasn't scary." Jemma smiled.
"It really wasn't." Fitz agreed.
Jemma gently took Fitz's hands in hers and looked deep into his eyes, her thumbs caressing his fingers.
"Fitz, it's been ten years. We've already wasted enough time." She smiled.
Fitz smiled at her with the look he had in his eyes every time he looked at her – as if she was the answer to his every question.
"I adore you." He whispered with a twinkle in his blue eyes.
"Well that's a coincidence, because I adore you too."
And for the first time in who knows how long, Leo Fitz and Jemma Simmons were just two people, a boy and a girl, who adored each other. And, more importantly, they both knew it.
Fitz smiled as he stepped into Jemma and kissed her again, his arms delicately on either side of her waist and bringing her body towards his, closing the already small gap between them. Jemma wrapped her arms around his neck as she matched the movements of his lips, eventually letting one hand free to run her fingers through his hair as they slowly backed up against a wall, her back pressed against it as she wrapped a leg around his.
The second their lips parted, he longed to explore any skin close to him. He found her neck first and gently drew a line with kisses along it, causing her to lift her head up and let out a small, pleasured gasp. He didn't know if the scent he picked up was her perfume or her shampoo because either way it was fucking gorgeous.
She moaned again as his lips began to feel her pulse and wondered if it's even possible for him to make her feel any better than she did at that moment. He kissed up her neck and it's when he nibbled her earlobe that she decided she needed him again, guiding his lips back onto hers with her hands.
Their lips explored each other's for a while longer before it was her turn to kiss his neck. And so she did. All over. He let his hands rub up and down her back just as hers moved down his chest and a few of her fingers reached under his shirt and tickle the bottom of his torso, sending a shiver through his body he's never experienced. Neither of them could fathom how real life was somehow managing to be even better than their dreams of how this would go.
Fitz's fingers moved deliciously through Jemma's hair as he kissed her again; this time, their tongues started getting acquainted. He couldn't describe how she tastes but he knows he loved it. His lips moved away from hers and back down to her neck again, and then slightly lower until he kissed the very top of her chest, just above her heart. It made her release a moan that drove him absolutely insane and left her unable to leave this man fully clothed for a second longer.
Her hands reached for the bottom of his top and clenched into fists, each one grabbing hold of the shirt's material.
"Fitz."
She only said his name, like she had millions of times, but she'd said it in a way she never had before and in a way that he knew was an order. He lifted his arms up as she pulled his shirt up his body and over his head, throwing it across the room as it came off. He kissed her again as her hands felt up and down his chest. She relished the chance to get to know him in the only way she didn't after so long. Her delicate fingers traced a line slowly down the middle of his chest; he bit his lip as she felt him breathing.
"Jemma." He whispered into her lips as he kissed them. Her fingers moved to the button on his jeans, which she undid slower than she intended as she got lost in Fitz's kiss. She unzipped the jeans and wrapped her arms around his bare chest as he let the jeans fall as far as they could and quickly shook them off of his legs. His hands felt up her silky smooth legs before he lifted her by her thighs and pressed her against the wall again, smiling into the next kiss as he felt her legs wrap around his waist and hands ruffle his hair.
After a few glorious moments, Jemma began lifting up her pyjama top; Fitz finished the job for her, pulling it over her head and discarding it to the side before pressing his lips to the new selection of bare skin on show to him, from the top of her chest to her smooth stomach. His hands crept up her back as his fingers tingled with her bra strap. Should he undo it yet? Should he wait for a few seconds more?
No, not yet.
Fitz smiled again as he moved his hands back down and rubbed the tops of her legs. She smiled too as she bit her lip; he was playing with her and she loved it.
But the thought of knowing Fitz was only a pair of boxers away from being naked was driving her crazy. She could hardly wait any longer.
"Fitz." She mumbled as she bit his lip and planted kisses along his jaw and down onto his shoulder. She felt him grab her pyjama shorts and move them down; she outstretched one leg and manoeuvred it until it slid off her foot before stretching the other one for Fitz to easily slide the shorts off, kissing her leg as he did so.
Fitz tried not to think about how they were now both in their underwear otherwise the whole thing would be over before it had properly begun.
"Which bedroom?" Fitz whispered in between explorations of her mouth. They were both already breathing heavily and Jemma took a moment to consider by resting her forehead on his and listening to his panting, praying for the moment it would get even faster.
"Yours." She whispered before kissing him again.
"Mine's a mess." Fitz panted.
"Yes it is." Jemma smirked.
Oh, that's it.
Fitz kissed her with more intensity than ever before as she tightly gripped his hair. His tongue moved down and teased her neck; she let out a moan that gave Fitz more pleasure than any previous sexual experience ever had. He'd made Jemma Simmons make that noise.
"Leo, I…I can't wait a minute longer. I want you." She begged as he carried her across the apartment, kicked open his bedroom door and let them both fall onto his bed. He knelt over her as he kissed her abdomen and worked his way upwards. She sat up with him, kissing all over his chest before their lips met again before falling back to lying down again.
"Oh God, Fitz." Jemma moaned passionately, making him realise just how addicted he was to her voice. Her saying his name like that could keep him alive longer than food and water could ever dream of doing.
"Jemma…"
Him saying her name like that had made every bad moment of her life absolutely and utterly worth it.
His hands slid under her back again, and this time his fingers found her bra strap and ripped it apart as he kissed her and flung the bra across the room.
"Trying not to think too much about what I just did." Fitz whispered into the kiss with a smile, which Jemma mirrored.
"Probably best."
They kissed for another twenty or so seconds before Jemma instinctively moved her hands under Fitz's boxers and slid them down his legs. She bit her lip and smirked at the sight she was greeted with as he pulled the boxers off the rest of the way and she pulled the covers over them both. He kissed her neck again as she held his head against her skin, moaning with pleasure at every movement of his lips.
"I can't believe it's happening." She whispered.
"Finally." Fitz moaned in between kisses, slipping his hands down her waist and to her underwear. Jemma thought about how close his hands were to her –
"Oh god, Fitz!" She moaned as the thought took over every part of her being. In the moment, Fitz tore her underwear off and threw it across the room.
"I'll replace those, don't worry." Fitz chuckled as he kissed all the way up her chest until he reached her lips again; she nibbled on his lip and ran her fingers through his hair, tracing a line down his back.
"Fitz…" She whispered melodically into his lips. He silenced her by letting his tongue explore her mouth; she let out another moan that drove him crazy, running a hand down her thigh.
The second their lips parted she let out another desperate gasp of his name. She couldn't wait anymore, and neither could he. After all, it had been over ten years. They needed to stop wasting precious time.
"Fitz, please…"
"Oh…Jemma."
Her hand caressed his cheek as their eyes met and said all they needed to say.
I'm ready.
Me too.
His arms holding himself above her, he leant down and kissed her teasingly as she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist.
And then, like the simplest of things in the world, it finally happened. For both of them, it was the greatest feeling in all of creation.
She relished in the feeling of having him inside her, gripping the edges of the mattress and moaning passionately with every thrust. They found a rhythm surprisingly quickly, and what a beautiful rhythm it was. It took a lot of strength to not scream as loud as she could; the satisfaction of how it felt was enough to pleasure her for months, probably years to come (no pun intended), but knowing that it was Fitz doing this to her, making her feel like this after so long made her happy beyond comprehension.
Fitz had never felt better about life in that moment. Making Jemma Simmons say his name in that way turned him on beyond belief, and he'd already decided it was his greatest achievement; screw academics. He'd known Jemma's boyfriends over the years – hell, he'd even become good friends with a few of them – and there were times when he'd come home or be kept up at night as she engaged in intercourse with them. But of all the times he'd had the displeasure of being forced to listen to Jemma having sex with another guy (and deep, deep down wishing it was him), she'd never been this into it; at least, she'd never sounded this into it before. That made him feel absolutely fucking fantastic.
In fact, they both spent the next few minutes feeling absolutely fucking fantastic.
…
As Jemma rested her head on Fitz's bare chest, his arms wrapped around her, she concluded that she hadn't felt quite so happy in a long time. She'd never been quite so…satisfied either.
"Well…that happened." Jemma panted softly.
"…Yeah." Fitz smiled.
"…I'm glad it did." Jemma smiled, looking up at Fitz. He moved a strand of her out of her face and behind her ear.
"Me too."
"So, no regrets?" Jemma wondered nervously.
"…Just two." Fitz said.
"Really?" Jemma feared.
"One, it took us over a bloody decade to do that." Fitz smirked and Jemma chuckled into his chest before nodding in agreement.
"And two?" Jemma prompted.
"…We left the door open." Fitz said blankly, causing Jemma to burst out in laughter at the unexpected remark, looking and seeing the bedroom door was indeed open.
"It just isn't practical, is it? On TV or in a movie you see them kick the door closed or push it as you walked in but in the moment there's just no time." Fitz elaborated as Jemma continued laughing.
"It's not like there was anyone here to walk in on us." Jemma smiled.
"I know, but the point still stands." Fitz chuckled. Jemma shuffled off of Fitz's chest and lay in bed facing him; he rolled over and faced her, their noses barely a centimetre apart.
"Let's just agree to not wait another ten years to do that again." Jemma grinned.
"I don't think I'll be able to wait another ten minutes." Fitz smirked and Jemma giggled.
"Well, now that is impractical." Jemma teased.
"I guess so. It's not my fault you're gorgeous, though." Fitz said. Jemma blushed slightly, shuffling close enough to fill the gap between them and kissed Fitz with all she had.
"…I hope you realise I'm never letting you go now I have you." Jemma whispered with a slight smile.
"Jemma Simmons, I am yours. Proudly so."
"I'm yours too, Leo Fitz."
This time, it was his turn to kiss her.
"What now?" Jemma wondered.
"Well, we've got the whole day off and I'd definitely like to take my girlfriend out for a proper date." Fitz smiled. Jemma held in a squeal.
Girlfriend. Finally.
"Sounds good to me. But in an hour or two." Jemma said suggestively. Fitz found her hand over the covers and held it gently, rubbing her palm with his fingers.
"You have something else in mind?" He asked with a smirk.
"As a matter of fact, I do." Jemma whispered, kissing Fitz again. She planted a few more kisses across his jaw, down to his shoulder and back up his neck until her lips reached his ear.
"You get your Village People costume, and I'll get my workout outfit." She whispered seductively.
Fitz had never moved faster and Jemma had never laughed harder.
