Okay, so I was going to post this as two chapter because its sooooo long, but I couldn't deprive you of getting the whole party at once. For those of you who don't like long chapters, I have to apologise, this one is about 5 and a half thousand words : /
The ideas just kept flowing….
Anyway, I want to say my routine thank you to my loyal reviewers and readers. When I see the traffic stats and reviews, I get so overwhelmingly happy. You guys are truly the greatest.
I may have unintentionally used some of my english party/drinking lingo, so if there's any words you don't get, you can PM me or leave them in a review and I'll get back to you :)
Here's the chapter:
October 31st 6.00pm
She had to meet Fitz at 7.30 if they were going to make it to the party on time. The house was about a 45 minute walk away, so they would arrive 'fashionably late'. At the moment she was on her way to another girl's dorm room for a 'pre party/getting ready party'. Jemma didn't really see the point of this, but the girl (Lacey Green aka 'Snow' because of her almost white hair) had insisted.
After knocking, she was greeted by about 6 other female cadets that she recognised from her Combined Sciences and Biochemistry lectures. Snow was at the front of this group.
"Simmons! I am actually so psyched you could make it! We were worried you'd back out…" she greeted the girl with a half hug, trying not to spill her drink. Most of the other cadets in the room were second years, and they were all at least 21.
"What are you drinking S?" A second year molecular biology major named Dennings asked her.
"Oh, um… I'm actually only 18, so I can't have anything…" Simmons muttered, embarrassed by being the youngest, as always.
"Bullshit! This is a party! No ones gonna rat you out. Besides, we'll be off campus in a few hours so it won't matter…" Dennings insisted.
"But its against the law" The younger girl pointed out. Snow emerged from the kitchen with a red plastic cup, which she handed to Simmons.
"Yeah, but you're totally legal in England right? If you get caught- which you won't- just say you forgot the laws were different here." She pushed the cup a little more towards her. Simmons was in turmoil. It's wrong! You aren't one to break the rules, let alone the law. But you don't want to be the party pooper. Its only a little alcohol. Snow is right, you had to fly over here on your 18th. You missed your chance to go out and get smashed. You DESERVE this.
"Alright, fine. What harm can it do?" Simmons took the cup and replied with a smile. She took a sip. It wasn't the best thing she'd ever tasted but it certainly wasn't the worst. Coke with some kind of spirit in it. Rum? Vodka maybe? She honestly didn't know. Other than that glass of wine she had last christmas, Jemma had never had alcohol before. It wasn't as big a deal as she thought it would be.
"Awesome S, now lets make this a party! I'm gonna be doing hair for the next hour so if anyone wants anything say now" Dennings turned on the speakers to blare out a generic pop song. She moved towards a mirror and turned on a set of curlers and straighteners. A few of the cadets went up to her and made hair requests. One, Grace, was going as Raggedy Anne, so began to have her hair made into ringlets.
Snow approached Jemma from behind.
"What about you Simmons, what're you gonna be tonight?" She asked.
Jemma was reluctant to answer. She had intended on costume shopping all week for a pre made one, but between classes and the more important matter (in her opinion) of getting Fitz the perfect present, the time slipped away from her. Instead she scoured the internet for simple costume ideas before landing on one she had all the parts for.
"Lara Croft" She mumbled. When she found it she thought it was perfect. Brown short shorts- got it, white tee shirt- got it, boots got 'em. The only thing she had trouble with was the utility belt, but she decided to make do with a regular belt with a few bits safety pinned on. All in all it was a rather good effort for the time she'd put in. However, now she felt self conscious that the other girls would laugh at her for picking such a sexual icon. They all already think me the child of the group…
"Oh, awesome. You will totally pull that off! And it works too because you're, like, British and stuff" Snow gushed. Jemma smiled at the response. She was beginning to enjoy having people in her life that didn't torment and laugh at her, even if she wouldn't call them friends. Fitz is my only real friend. Then again, when you have a friend as good as Fitz, what more do you need?
"So you'll want Dennings to straighten your hair right? Den, do you think you could do Simmons next? Awesome!" She called back to the other cadet before Jemma had time to answer. I suppose Lara Croft does have straight hair… She pondered. Like with alcohol, Jemma had never really styled her hair before tonight. Sure, she did different ponytails and braids, but never straightened, curled to dyed it. She never had the time or the occasion. Tonight seems to be the night of firsts…
And it was.
As Fitz made his way to his dorm to get ready for the party, he was intercepted by a 'James Bond' dressed Adams.
"Fitzy, Hey! It feels like its been forever man!" The older cadet greeted him. We were in Advanced Mechanical Engineering together this morning you prat! Fitz thought, although he knew better than to say this aloud- Adams, Aidan and Wilson had been making an effort to be more friendly with the younger boy, the least he could do is return the favour. Or I could tell him to piss off and get out my way? He smiled to himself. But I doubt Simmons would take well to me getting beat up right before the party…
"Hi, Adams" He finally decided to go with, sending him a smile that didn't reach his eyes. After the bathroom incident, the three ogres (as Fitz still internally referred to them) had been more pleasant to him. Furthermore, Adams had helped him get the vibranium. Even still, Fitz found it hard to be too chummy to his former tormentors. Nobody's born evil, but Adams is damn near close.
"So are you going to Bex's party or what man?" Adams asked him almost uninterested.
"Yeah, sure. I'm actually about to get changed now"
"Sick, what're your pre drink plans? Don't tell me you're gonna go in there and down, like, a bottle of whiskey alone?" He half joked half teased. Even after everything, Adams was finding it the hardest to be fully pleasant to the soon-to-be-19-year-old engineering prodigy.
"Oh… well I hadn't really intended on pre drinking" The younger boy answered, not expecting the look of horror this statement would receive.
"Man, I don't know how you do it in Ireland, but here in America, you cannot show up to a party sober! Seriously man, thats a big no no" Fitz was about to respond that 1. he was from Scotland and 2. he didn't care, he wasn't even planning on drinking tonight- it's illegal, but he was interrupted by Adams finishing his rant.
"I don't even care what you're gonna say. Put on you costume and come to Wilson's room at 7. This is NOT optional" he pointed his finger in Fitz's face for emphasis before walking off to said room, where Fitz could hear some kind of dance tune being blasted out of a laptop. Well I guess I have to go to that then… I really don't know about drinking tonight. What if Simmons goes all 'obey the rules!' on me? I don't want her to judge me for this….
So he went into his room, and before changing, texted Simmons.
To: Jemma Simmons
Hey, I know this is kinda random, but what's your opinion on drinking tonight?
He typed. Then, deeming this was too impersonal, he added:
Oh, and how was your day today- is Biochem still a walk in the park? ;) And how's that thing with Snow going?
He sent that. My mother did teach me manners after all. After only about two minutes his phone buzzed.
To: Leo Fitz
Hey! Yeah, my day was alright, thank you for asking. Biochem is still my life's passion, so thats good :P The pre party at Snows has been quite enjoyable actually. Dennings is doing my hair, and Snow's about to do my make-up. I think they think of me as a little sister they have to take care of. That, or a barbie doll…
Um, I don't know about drinking, what about you?
The text made Fitz smile. He found it adorable that she referred to Biochem as 'her life's passion'. He could also completely relate to being coddled by older students. During his time at MIT, a group of older girls had tried to take him under their wing and mother him. This all got to much, and lets just say Fitz's 'prickly personality' ended that relationship on a sour note.
He was slightly less impressed that she bounced the question back to him. Urg, I want and answer woman, not the same question back! Sighing he formulated a reply.
To: Jemma Simmons
So your opinion on drinking is… XD
Well, if I'm honest, some of the lads are insistent I have some and I think I will.
Send
To Jemma Simmons
If thats okay with you?
Send
To: Jemma Simmons
Because I don't want to make you uncomfortable or you to think I'm just being a sheep.
Send
Before he could continue his pathetic string of texts, he received one from her.
To Leo Fitz
Well thats good then. I'm already two coke-and-unknown-spirit s in…
See you in the square at 7.30- don't be late :P
He was both shocked and relieved. He hoped that she'd turn a blind eye to his rule-breaking, but he never thought she'd join him. Well you learn something new everyday. I guess that after the two months she'd had, Simmons is just as ready to have a good time as you are. He smiled, and hoped tonight really would be a good night.
Throwing his phone on his bed, he began to take off his tee shirt and jeans and change into his costume. After much consideration, and very little spending- I am literally going to be in the poor house if I'm not careful- he went with Frodo Baggins. I love Lord of the Rings, I have all the stuff (ish) and at least it will show that I can take all the short jokes. I you can't beat them, join them.
So he put on a white button down, brown shorts, a brown bed sheet that he had safety pinned into a cloak, flip flops and some hobbit ears (the only expense of his costume). Accepting that he may not have done best job but he was certainly recognisable, he grabbed his phone and key and headed to Wilson's.
"Come on out S, I'm dying to see you!" Grace shouted, already a little bit more than a little tipsy.
Jemma emerged from the room in full costume, with her straightened hair pulled strategically into a messy ponytail, and full make-up, including lashings of eye liner, mascara and smokey eye shadow. I hope Snow didn't go to heavy on the make up… I normally only wear a bit of mascara and lipgloss. I think this is my first time wearing liner. Although she did have to admit, the older girl had done a fabulous job. She'd opted for very dark brown instead of black to bring out her eyes. They do look bigger and brighter. But is it too much? I don't remember this top being so tight, or these shorts so short. She surveyed the room. In fairness, Veal is in hot pants and a bikini top and ears being a 'cat', and Cole is being a 'witch' by wearing a child's tutu and corset. At least I'm not the worst one here.
"Wooh! Simmy, you look hawt!" Snow approved.
"Damn gurrrrl!" Another drunken cadet agreed.
"Its almost perfect, but take off the top" Dennings said. This was met with hysterical laughter and a room full of suggestive comments.
"I mean, I wanna fix it up for you" She continued when some of the commotion wore down.
"I don't-" Jemma hesitantly began.
"Trust me S. Just a little alteration. We're all girls here, no one's gonna judge." She held out her hand for the top. She waited a second before moving closer, clearly not going to give up. Simmons reluctantly took it off, before crossing her arms in the coffin position and turning away from the group, thankfully now focused on refilling their drinks.
She heard a menacing *SNIP* before it was handed back to her. Putting it back on she realised it was now several inches shorter. What had originally been able to be tucked into her shorts, now sat comfortably, just above her navel.
"If you're gonna bring it, bring it S. See who can ignore you at the party now!"
The group now looked back round. There were a few wolf whistles and cheers.
"Looks like Simmons is all grown up!" Snow cheered. "I think that calls for a round of shots ladies!" She grinned, pulling out shot glasses and filling them with vodka.
"To Simmons, our little protégé… The student is ready to become the master!" Snow declared and they all downed their shots. Bloody hell! Simmons thought, a sick feeling going to her stomach. This is the worst thing I've ever tasted. Note-to-self, never do shots again…
This was a vow she kept for about the next hour.
"Have another beer Fitzy" Aidan (Batman) insisted, handing one to the younger boy.
"I've already had two, I don't want to be drunk before I get there…" Fitz replied, hesitantly.
"Three beers won't get you drunk man" Wilson (A surfer? Or just a pillock, although that's not really costume for him… Fitz guessed) chipped in.
Fitz relented, and took the beer. Seeing that he only had ten minutes before he had to meet Simmons, he chugged it down far too quickly.
"Atta boy! You finally got the hang of this Fitzy" Adams slapped him on the back, a bit too hard to be friendly.
"Thanks. And thanks for the drinks guys. I have to go now though. I'm meeting some people in the courtyard to walk up."
"Walk? We're taking Adams car if you want a ride?" Wilson offered, although the look on Adams face did not extend the offer.
"Its okay, this is already arranged. I'll see you all at the party" Fitz responded, and left the room before anything else could be said. He didn't want to make Simmons wait. That said, his walking was also not helping. Maybe you had that last beer to quick mate. Has walking always been this hard? Like Simmons, Fitz had never had a drink, expect for the pint he had with his mum on his 18th birthday. It wasn't even in a pub, she'd bought him it back in a travel mug all the way from the diner in which she worked. Always doing sweet stuff like that. She always provided for me no matter the cost to her. He knew that the sudden gush of love for his mother was due to his slight intoxication, but he meant it none the less. No matter what happens tonight, I have to call her tomorrow. He noted.
As he approached the square, he saw her. The dimming light of October dusk on her ivory skin made her glow. She looks like a bloody angel… he thought. He tried to put that thought down to the booze too, but he couldn't fool himself. Her costume, her hair, her make up! She looks stunning. Too good for me. We shouldn't be entering the party together, I only weigh her down.
But Simmons didn't think this way. As soon as she caught glimpse of him she bounded over, all be it a little shaky herself. I guess she wasn't kidding about those pre-drinks…
"Fitz!" She pulled him into a warm hug. One that he happily returned.
"You look amazing! Wow, button downs suit you! Why don't you wear them more often? I suppose I'm not really one to give fashion advice. But seriously. This is a good look for you. And you are… Oh. Of course. Bilbo Baggins right? Yes of course I'm right, you've got the cloak, and the feet and the ears. I LOVE Lord of the Rings. No, I'm not joking. I've probably read them all 100 times. Maybe more for the first one. That's my favourite. And the films. You look just like him…" She finally drew breath when she lost herself in a daydream- probably about the Lord of the Rings movies.
Fitz couldn't help but chuckle in reply. She could normally talk at a mile a minute, especially about science, but this was a whole new level. This was a lightyear a minute, and without pausing. It was also considerably less articulated than the Simmons he had gotten to know. He wasn't sure when her birthday was, but he was sure that she hadn't had much more experience at this than he had.
"Thanks Simmons. But if anyone should be complimented on their costume its you. You are absolutely beautiful…" He commented before he could stop himself. Her blush was noticeable, but not uncomfortable or awkward.
"And you're… Tomb Raider?" He asked, praying that the guess was right. She's so gorgeous, I can't picture anyone but her… He hoped these inappropriate thoughts would seise at some point during the night.
"Yes!" She squealed, equally pleased that he had recognised her.
"Lara Croft to be precise. I'm so glad you could tell, I was a little worried-" she began to trail off.
"There's no one else you could be" Fitz reassured, the double meaning going straight over Simmons' head in her drunken state, "Now lets get to this party!"
/
The walk to the party was slow. Not as slow as the walk home (although they didn't know that now) but slower than it should have been. This was mostly down to the fact that they were both tipsy for the first time, and that the heels on Jemma's boots were impractically high.
So they walked at a snails pace.
Neither really minded. They chatted, cleared their heads in the cold, and generally just enjoyed each other's company. It was moments like this that Simmons had come to most look forward to in her increasingly busy life. Moments when there was no responsibility, and she could just be herself with her… her… whatever it is Fitz is to me. She would normally use the word 'friend', or rather 'best friend', but increasingly and especially tonight, this no longer felt appropriate.
Not everything needs to be categorised Jemma! Fitz isn't a science experiment- he doesn't need to be labelled and filed away in the correct draw. Right now, its okay for things to be ambiguous. Is what her head told her. But her heart was screaming that it did have a classification for him, just one she may not be ready for.
And after an hour of this walking, and talking, and pleasant silences filled with inappropriate thoughts, the pair arrived at the party. They were cold, and a little tired, and nowhere near sober.
After knocking, and equally drunk Sarah opened the door and greeted them like they were the royal family.
"Oh my god! FitzSimmons!" She slurred, opening her arms for an awkward three person hug.
"I am so glad you made it! The party has already gone off with a bang, so you kids better get in here and catch up."
They made their way past the welcome committee, who was already enthusiastically greeting another set of guests at the door, and into the kitchen. Bex was waiting there (fittingly costumed as a 'slutty' waitress) to serve them some drinks. She handed them each a jello shot.
"Everyone has to do a jello shot on arrival- house rules!" she grinned. FitzSimmons exchanged a silent conversation that basically went 'whats a jello shot?' 'no idea' 'oh well, cheers?' before downing the red slime. Simmons choked a bit on the way down. It was sweeter and surprisingly more solid than she had expected.
"Yeah, the jello wasn't setting quick enough, I think we put too much alcohol in. We had to put it in the freezer to harden up. Some bits got a little more icy than other…" she explained as Fitz patted Simmons on the back.
"Don't worry Bex! I'm totally fine- better than fine, I'm marvellous" She rambled.
"Great, because I have actually been tasked with a little mission tonight that you guys seem to have already had the headstart on…" The older cadet confessed
"Wha's tha'?" Fitz questioned, his accent getting thicker as he became more intoxicated.
"To get Shield's golden pair of science babies blind drunk!" She yelled, earning cheers from the other people in the kitchen. Before either could answer, they were being handed more shots…
It didn't take long for FitzSimmons to become wasted. They were young, inexperienced and fuelled by the energy of everyone at the party. They may have left their dorms with the intention of being reasonable tonight, but that was out of the window now.
Both Fitz and Simmons stayed glued to the others side almost the whole night, with exception of bathroom breaks. They had a chance to talk to their fellow cadets, who that night learned that the 'science babies' (as they were dubbed at the party) were actual people, with actual lives, that wanted to wind down like the rest of them. This made the duo the stars of the party. Everyone wanted to hear them talk about what they really thought of the academy, and the professors, without the constrains of a 'classroom' situation.
Hours passed like minutes. It got the point in the night when they were both too drunk to converse with people. At this point, they joined the other fun-lovers on the dance floor aka the lounge, and danced. They mostly did silly dances with a wider group of friends, but when the night started to slow down, they just danced together.
They started opposite each other, just moving with the music. However, Fitz used the liquid courage he had consumed all night to make the first move. He tried not to overthink it. Just put your hands on her… NO! Not like that, not in a sexual way… Just… just put them on her hips, or around her waste. It's really not a big deal. Just don't give her a chance to turn you down. It's better that whatever this is… And 'whatever this is' was practically their life right now.
So quickly (in a matter of days, maybe a week) their relationship had reached this place. No longer friends goofily dancing together, but nothing more. Just two people, opposite each other. Two people afraid to touch the other for what it might mean. Two people wishing the gap between them would just disappear.
He was done wishing.
He moved forward and put his hands on her lower back, pulling her closer. She let out a small gasp at their sudden proximity, but responded by wrapping her arms around his neck.
The moments that followed felt like and eternity. For the first time in their lives they could be who they were. Two young drunk teenagers, dancing together at a party. Their phDs and places at the a prestigious government academy didn't matter. For the next few minutes, they were Jemma and Leo. They were undefined but it didn't matter. She could stay like this forever. So could he.
But its funny how an eternity can suddenly just end. Although it wasn't sudden at all, it felt like a cold slap back into reality. The music was fading. People were coming up to them and saying their goodbyes. The party was ending. Fitz took a look at the clock. 3am. They both pulled away and suddenly the moment was gone. Like a ballon let-go by a small child. They could see it floating away, but neither could catch it.
Jemma felt like a dagger turned in her heart. Too close. You got too close. You just have to get home. You're both drunk, you have to sleep it off and deal with it in the morning. Trying to convince herself that this could wait, she shot him a grin. He instantly returned it, happy that the walk home would not be and hour of awkward silence.
"Best we be off too" She slurred. Drunk didn't even begin to cover her current state. They said goodbye to the other guests, thanked the hosts and left. Out again in the cold, they began the walk home.
Ironically, they saw Adams and Hannah coming out of the party.
"Fitzyyyyyyy!" he called, not much more sober than they were.
"Adams, hey mate, yer alrigh'?" The scot replied
.
"Great man, great. You remember Hannah right?"
"Oh yeah, Simmons, this is who got us tha' vibranium sample" he beamed to Simmons.
"Really! Oh my gosh, that was soooo helpful of you!" She stumble on the 'so' before giving the older girl a hug.
"Any time guys. A friend of Joe's is a friend of mine" She replied, clearly the most with it of the group.
"Thanks again for that sample Hannah, seriously, thank you. You made the whole project possible. We were at a complete loss-" Simmons began to ramble. Fitz cut her off with a gently hand on her shoulder.
"-Oh right. Yes. Well we'd better start that long walk home" She finished, turning her attention to her lab partner.
"Walking?! Its a hellova walk guys…" Adams commented, a hint (*hint*) of concern in his voice.
"Yeah, and its been raining, some of those paths'll be near flooded" Hannah agreed.
"We'll be fine. We're British, we can handle the wet… How're ye gettin' home?" Fitz said firmly.
"If you're sure. Hannah had a place a few blocks from here" Adams said smugly.
"Rite, well see yer around" Fitz turned away. Simmons gave an enthusiastic wave before bounding to catch up with him. She stumbled a bit and he put his arm around her waist to steady her. She put hers around his because she wanted too.
This walk took almost twice as long as the walk there. They hadn't encountered any of the infamous puddles they should be so weary of. Then they turned one of the final corners.
"I think we should got to a party like that every Friday night! Everyone was in costume, the decoration. Oh, I love holidays! Although halloweens not really a holiday- not in the way we celebrate it anyway. Did you know the holiday we know as halloween originates from the Gaelic harvest festival of…" her voiced stopped when he stopped walking. Looking down, she saw the huge swampy puddle blocking the path between them and the academy's east pedestrian entrance. She let out a small 'oh'.
Good day to wear suede heel boots Jemma… She thought bitterly. Just as she was about to brainstorm ideas of how to get across, she was swept off her feet- literally. Fitz had picked her up bridal style and was carrying her calf deep through the water.
That looks disgusting, I can't let her walk through that. Look at what she's wearing, it'll get ruined! I have to carry her. My mother raised a gentleman.
Before Jemma could even express her astonishment at the heroic act, he was setting her down on the other side, in front of the panel. She slowly and purposefully entered the code and stepped to the side for the iris scan. The academy knew that it couldn't 'control' its students coming and going, so instead had to make it extra hard to get in or out. She used all of her will to keep her eye open and focused. Oh my god thats bright! Why must it be so bright?! I hope to god they don't measure pupil dilation, otherwise Fitz and I will be in big trouble…
Simmons, Jemma Louise
The AI announced. The door opened, only enough for her to go through.
Fitz followed the same procedure. Code and then scan.
Fitz, Leopold Andrew
They were thankfully reunited seconds later. The east entrance of the academy opened right near Fitz's dorm block. Not to disturb other sleeping cadets (although it had seemed like the entire academy had been at that party) they moved soundlessly to his front door. He scanned his thumbprint to get in and made his way upstairs. He used the key to open his door and they both entered his room. It was only then he noticed they were both there. She's followed you. It's a drunken force of habit. Now you have to get her back to her dorm. That's almost a mile away. And you're bed is right here and its late and you're tired….
"Hang on a minute, what am I doing? This isn't my room." The same train of though must've just gone through Simmons head as she mused. You're friends. Friends crash together. Its only because you're different genders that you think its weird. Actually that was a good point. Besides, he could take the very limited floor space.
"No yer right… But don't worry, you can sleep here. You take the bed, I'll take the floor" He offered.
"Floor? You have pretty much no floor space. No, that's a ridiculous idea. We'll both take the bed, it's not unusual for best friends to share a bed if they have to…"
Fitz gulped. I don't know if thats a good idea… What if- he cut off his own thoughts
"Yeah, s'pose you're right. I'll change in the bathroom, do you need a tee shirt or something?"
"Yes, a tee shirt would be very helpful actually." She took the faded grey tee he offered her. He emerged from the bathroom in shorts and a tee shirt to find her in a one of his shirts and nothing else. Thats not true, she's probably still wearing her pants… He thought as he took stock of the pile of clothes on his desk. Her underwear may still be on, but her floral lacy bra most certainly was not, and the sight of it on his desk amongst his plans made him blush.
She stumbled past him to the bathroom and returned minutes later with most of the make- up scrubbed from her face and her hair falling straight past her shoulders. I don't know if I like her with straight hair. Well I don't not like it. I think it's impossible for her to look bad…
He was already in bed as she made her way to the other side, switching off the light as she went. Unintentionally, she ended up crawling in so they were face-to-face. Neither moved. Jemma caught sight of his digital clock. It read 5.12am.
"Hey, its Saturday, that means its your birthday. How does it feel to be 19? I have your present back at my room, I'll give it to you tomorrow. Or later today? I don't know, we'll have to see… Happy Birthday" She whispered.
"Thank you" He smiled back
"Was the party everything you hoped it would be?" even in the dim light, her eyes bored into his soul.
"And more" he replied honestly. He'd never imagined he would get invited to a party like that, let alone attend AND enjoy himself. He could already see the ways she was changing him, and he liked it. He liked that she had thought he was worth changing with.
"I feel the same way. I had a really good time tonight" Her voice quieter with each word. There was still so much that he didn't know about her- and her about him- but she already loved the way they were together. With him, its easy…
Jemma decided it was her time to make the first move. He's taken charge all night. You know what you want, so take it.
In a flash their lips were together. It was sweet and quick, only lasting two or three seconds. No tongues were involved, it wasn't that kind of kiss. It was the kind of kiss that was filled with built up emotion. It promised a million more kisses on a million more nights. It was filled with friendship and togetherness and love.
And as quickly as they were together they were apart. For one moment after, theirs eyes locked. Friendship alone was now out of the question. In that moment, everything changed.
"Good night Leo" Jemma broke the silence with a whisper
"Night Jemma" And they both turned away from each other and lay in silence until sleep came.
A kiss! :D I know the drunken kiss is a cliche, but the opportunity was just too good to pass up. I also realised I haven't flashed forward in a while, so next chapter will definitely start with Skye's reaction to this chapter…
I hope you liked the party, feel free to leave me a review. I only takes a sec and they really make my day :)