6.30am, and Fitz was working at his desk as silently as he could. Well, working was a term that had to be used loosely as he hadn't made any progress on his set design for the end of year showcase in the whole forty-five minutes he'd been sat there. While he had his layout and main features of the design planned out, he had been stuck on working out mechanisms to make elements of the stage move for the past few days. He sighed and put his head in his hands, before smiling as he felt two arms wrap around him and a kiss planted on the top of his head.

"You'll work it out. I know you will." Jemma whispered softly into his ear, before grabbing his hand and dragging him back onto his bed, which they now spent every night sharing since they had officially gotten together. It had barely been a week and they had already been on four dates (each thankfully more successful than the last), and the time they'd spent together had been the most joyous moments of their lives in recent memory. Fitz had even had an hour long phone call with his mother earlier in the week, which Jemma had watched take place with joy. She was so happy to see Fitz be happy; he'd deserved it after everything he'd been through over the past year and a half. He was so different to the young man she'd first met, and it made her proud to think that she had a role in changing him for the better.

Cuddling back up on the bed, Fitz remained staring at his unfinished work across the room.

"Do you think they have engineering textbooks in the library?" Fitz asked.

"Probably. They have a surprisingly wide range. Every now and again I take out a book on biochem." Jemma said.

"Maybe I'll try that." Fitz said.

"Good. Now get some sleep." Jemma smiled, kissing Fitz again before getting comfortable under the covers. Fitz watched his girlfriend with a smile. Despite the million things he had to worry about as the academic year rapidly approached its end, he could always count on Jemma Simmons to make him smile and remember that pain is only temporary.

…

"Skye, what's this?" Jemma asked as she sat in Skye's room waiting for Fitz's lesson to finish. She picked up a stack of paper from Skye's desk, all of it covered in neatly written handwriting and looking somewhat presentable.

"Homework for Mr Harris." Skye said, busy texting Grant.

"You did the homework for Mr Harris already? You still have THREE DAYS and you normally do it on the morning before its due!" Jemma said, shocked.

"Okay, firstly; rude. Secondly; I have more time to do it early now my days of plotting ways of getting you and Fitz together are over. I don't even know what I did for the past two years; I think that was just pure laziness." Skye said.

"I see." Jemma smiled, sitting back down on her old bed and laughing as Fitz sent her a picture of himself sat in class looking extremely bored. Skye spotted this.

"Ah, the 'Fitz is texting me' twinkle in your eyes. I don't get to see that as often now you room with him. Is that technically still allowed now you two are…involved?" Skye said suggestively. Jemma rolled her eyes.

"As long as our grades don't falter it won't become a problem, according to Coulson. He knows the rules just as well as May does. And besides, Leo and I haven't been…involved…not yet." Jemma said.

"WHAT? You two haven't done it yet? You're calling him Leo?" Skye exclaimed.

"I'm not calling my boyfriend by his surname, and no. We haven't done anything yet. There's no need to rush into things, unlike you and Grant. You two couldn't even wait an hour." Jemma said.

"That's not true!"

"Skye, you seem to keep forgetting I was in the bed next to you!" Jemma exclaimed, and Skye went red.

"Oh, right. Forgot about that." Skye said.

"I wish I could." Jemma commented. There was a moment of silence.

"Well, it'll happen soon." Skye said and Jemma nodded.

"Well, we're going out to dinner tomorrow night, so I'm kinda hoping-"

"-Tomorrow's the night you get a real taste of Scotland." Skye laughed.

"Don't make it disgusting! We can control ourselves, that's all! What, um…what do you…what do you think he…likes?" Jemma asked. Skye looked at her with her jaw on the floor.

"I cannot believe you just asked me that!" Skye exclaimed.

"Well, I…I just want to be good for him." Jemma said shyly.

"Get me a bucket, quickly!"

"Skye, please! Be serious!"

"Jem, I don't want to talk about you and Fitz having sex, if you don't mind! I just…you both seem too innocent to do that sort of stuff! My brain can't picture it! I thought you'd just make out or maybe create life in a beaker or something!"

"Skye, stop talking! You're right; let's not have this conversation!" Jemma exclaimed.

"THANK YOU!"

There was a silence for a long while as the girls couldn't look each other in the eye. Eventually Skye spoke up again.

"Look, whenever it does happen with you two, it'll be great, I'm sure. You have nothing to worry about; you two are meant to be. Let's leave it at that." Skye said and Jemma nodded.

"Thanks, Skye."

"…I'm still gonna be needing that bucket, though."

…

The next night, Jemma and Fitz were sat laughing at a table in Bobbi's restaurant when they were approached by Bobbi and Lance Hunter. They were surprised to see the pair holding hands.

"Hey, guys! I heard you finally got together! Congrats." Bobbi said and Jemma and Fitz smiled.

"Yeah, it is about time! Everyone's been predicting this all year, the infamous Fitzsimmons. That's what everyone calls you. There's probably a fan club somewhere." Lance chuckled.

"Thank you, guys. Nice to see you again, Lance." Jemma said.

"Yeah, you too. Been a while now." Lance nodded.

"So, are you two, uh…?" Fitz asked.

"Oh, yeah. We met here on Valentine's Day, actually. We talked for a bit and then, uh, went back to my room, and…here we are." Bobbi explained with a red face, offering the occasional flirtatious glance towards Lance.

"Oh, wow. Congrats." Jemma said.

"Thanks. Well, we better leave you to your date. We've got a movie to catch. See ya guys." Lance smiled and Bobbi waved as the two walked out together.

"Good for them." Fitz commented.

"Yeah. Although, you know, sleeping together even before a first date! That's um, well, that's their choice I guess, I just…it's not what I would do…"

"Jemma…"

"I mean, they can do what they want, but…I would, um…I wouldn't be comfortable with that, I mean…I, uh…I would want to get to know someone first, and um, and go on a few dates and-"

"-Jemma." Fitz said softly, causing Jemma to stop rambling and look at him.

"I, um…is this about what I think it might be about?" Fitz asked. Jemma sighed.

"…I think it might be."

"Look, Jemma…" Fitz said, taking Jemma's hands.

"Leo, if you don't want to yet, it's okay, I mean-"

"-No, NO! Jemma, I do want to. I mean, of course I do. I just…I wasn't sure where you were on the whole thing and things have been so complicated getting here; I just didn't want to do anything too fast to ruin the progress we've made." Fitz explained. Jemma smiled.

"…I understand, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have brought it up. But, if you're ready, well, I just want you to know that…well, I'm ready too." Jemma said nervously. Fitz nodded, looking down.

"Uh, okay. Okay. Good to know." Fitz said.

Silence.

"…Fancy an early night?" Jemma asked suddenly and Fitz nodded, signalling the waiter to get the bill.

…

The door crashed open as Jemma and Fitz stumbled in and pressed up against the wall, their lips having not parted since they had entered their building. Jemma rubbed her hands up and down Fitz's back before sliding off his jacket and starting to unbutton his soft cotton shirt.

God, this is going to be amazing. Sexy, Jemma, be sexy!

With that thought, Jemma spontaneously pushed Fitz down onto the bed, causing his head to slam on the wooden post on one corner.

…

Jemma held an ice pack on Fitz's head as he sat up straight, his eyes closed and feeling sick.

"I'm so sorry." Jemma said, cringing at the sight of her boyfriend wincing in pain that she caused. After a small amount of bleeding, the injury was mostly under control.

"Don't worry, Jem. It's okay. I just need to not move, for like…a few minutes. Or ever." Fitz said and Jemma sighed, standing up and pacing around as Fitz took hold of the ice pack on his head.

"Why am I so bad at this? I've never been terrible like this with a guy before! What's wrong with me?" Jemma asked.

"Nothing, you're perfect." Fitz groaned slightly.

"I wanted to instigate a night of romance and pleasure, not bleeding."

"Jemma, it's fine."

"I just don't get why things can't just go our way." Jemma said, tearing up and walking out with a slam of the door. Fitz opened his eyes.

"Jemma, wait!"

He stood up and instantly sat back down, the feeling that he was going to be sick stronger than ever.

…

Jemma was sat on the fountain in the cool air when Fitz found her after fifteen minutes. She spotted him and grew embarrassed as he sat next to her.

"I'm sorry." Jemma whispered. Fitz smiled and kissed her hair.

"Don't worry. I feel a lot better now. Just needed to sit for a bit." Fitz said, looking around.

"Remember the last time we sat here? I had to convince you to come back for the Christmas Concert." Fitz added and Jemma chuckled.

"And now you've come back to rescue me again. I keep running away from our troubles." Jemma said sadly.

"I'm the expert of running away from troubles, and I get it. Jem, relationships are scary. Especially for us after all we've been through getting here. But we're here now. The moment we met sparks flew and that was it; it was only a matter of time. Everyone relationship has troubles, and that just proves that we can be normal on occasion." Fitz smiled and Jemma giggled.

"We've been through so much, of course we're gonna face things that won't go our way. Everyone does. It makes us human." Fitz continued and Jemma smiled, resting her head on Fitz's shoulder. She realised Fitz was right; their problematic history was making Jemma nervous and causing problems, but she also realised there was something else. Her relationship with Fitz was the only one she'd had that she desperately wanted to get right. Fitz was the only guy she'd dated that she could honestly say she was in love with.

"I guess we've been trying too hard. Trying to live up to everyone's expectations of what 'Fitzsimmons' should be." Jemma said.

"Yeah. And screw them. They're not part of this. Maybe we forced ourselves to be Fitzsimmons for everyone else and got lost along the way. Fitzsimmons, at least the Fitzsimmons everyone else sees, they may not have chemistry or have a future, but Leo Fitz and Jemma Simmons sure do." Fitz said. Jemma grinned and passionately kissed Fitz.

"You're amazing. You truly are." Jemma whispered.

"So are you. No more pressure, yeah?"

"Yeah."

Fitz jumped up and held out his hand, which Jemma took with a smile as they walked back to their room.

…

Two days later, Jemma returned to her room and saw Fitz happily colouring in his nearly finished set design on his desk.

"Wow, that looks incredible!" Jemma exclaimed, making Fitz smile as she kissed him and sat on his lap to inspect the design further.

"That book you got out from the library for me was exactly what I needed to find the right mechanism. In theory, it should work perfectly." Fitz said happily. Jemma playfully squeezed his cheeks.

"Who's a clever Scotsman?" She laughed in a high pitched voice.

"I am!" Fitz replied loudly, making Jemma giggle as Fitz spun the chair around in celebration.

"Will you ever stop being so ridiculous?" Jemma teased. Fitz grinned, sweeping Jemma into his arms and twirling around the room, making her giggle again.

"Never! I'll never stop being ridiculous!" He exclaimed, eventually stopping and letting the two of them fall onto his bed, with him lying on top of her. The two stared at each other for a moment and shared a smile as Fitz leaned down and kissed Jemma softly. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer as the kiss deepened. Smiling into the kiss, Jemma unbuttoned Fitz's shirt and let it fall to the floor as she unzipped his trousers. At the same time, Fitz unzipped the back of Jemma's dress, planting sweet kisses along her neck and arm as he did so.

Hands entwined, the two undressed slowly and intimately, but filled with passion. The lovers looked at one another again, their blue and hazel eyes forming a bond that couldn't be broken. Fitz's eyes spoke right to Jemma as he gave a short, loving smile.

You and me.

Jemma leaned slightly up and pressed her lips to Fitz once again as the rest of the world went away and they pulled the covers over themselves.

You and me.

…

A little while later, Skye headed towards Jemma and Fitz's room door and knocked on it.

"Don't come in here!" Fitz shouted. Skye heard a flirtatious giggle coming from Jemma after Fitz had spoken.

"I'll come back later." Skye said with a knowing smile as she headed back to her room, feeling genuinely happy for a while. A few minutes later she received a text from Jemma.

'My first real taste of Scotland was INCREDIBLE. As was the second, third and soon to be fourth.'

That would do it.

"GRANT, FIND A BUCKET!"