The offending quilt, guilty of abstracted crimes again patterns everywhere, was neatly folded and placed in a closet.
"Better?" Jemma asked after she securely closed with door with a loud thud.
He nodded with an embarrassed grin. His eyes were closed, and he rubbed them, nervously. When he opened his eyes, he finally realized what Jemma was wearing. Long, silky robe with long, loose ties, no itty bitty buttons that would cause him to fumble. It covered everything, just about… so it was tantalizing… and soft… clung to the best parts but revealed nothing…
His kinks had been revealed to Duck Mistress Simmons by either Coulson Cayuga Duckling or Garrett Gimbsheimer Duckling.
"Wow," he said. Using his right hand, he popped his jaw off the floor and back into position.
"Like the color?" she asked. She blushed, as well she should as he was acting like a hormonal teen ager.
"Favorite," he admitted.
"I notice that you usually wear ties that have this color in them," she confessed. "Plus, I asked Phil."
"He knew?" He couldn't hide his doubt.
She smiled the bright happy Jemma Simmons that he adored, "He had no idea."
"Typical," admitted Felix with a roll of his eyes. "Anyway, I had my lab work done yesterday. I'm clean so… I have rubbers if you want me to use them. But…if you're on the pill?"
She blinked and then she nervously giggled.
"You want romantic, get Phil. You want someone to buy out the clearance sex-tion of a sex shop, you take John," he admitted. "You want someone to make sure you don't get up the duff the first time, you get Felix. Because you shouldn't rush into it, Repopulation of American Act be damned. We don't have a house yet, and… you don't know our quirks yet. Phil snores due to his deviated septum, John spreads out when he sleeps, when I sleep, sometimes I accidently kick…. And Winston… Winston hogs the pillows."
She put her forefinger on his mouth. He kissed it and then removed it from his mouth.
"In this, I'm just the drone, and you're the Queen Bee. You make decisions," he stated.
"Are you three planning on feeding me royal jelly and keeping me pregnant?" she mocked protested.
He snapped his fingers and pointed at her. "Knew I forgot something. The royal jelly! I could pick up strawberries if you want instead, my Queen."
His tone was light, flirtatious but after he had snapped his fingers, his right hand had latched onto left wrist as though to stop it from acting out. Jemma noticed that his smile was slightly forced and his shoulders were tense.
"Seriously, don't rush into parenthood. You've already got three of us to paper train," he joked. "Thank God, Winston is house trained."
He wasn't joking. Not really, he was quite serious but he attempted to seem flippant.
"Yes, I think I'd like to take dance lessons with you," she admitted.
He titled his head at her, as though confused. "Lost me there," he finally admitted. "You did fine with the tried and true 'hug and sway'."
Last night had been utterly delectable, as she had slow danced with all her boys, held all improperly close and snug against them…and… and… she had even gotten Skye a dance with Felix.
"It will be hard to dance close with a belly in the way," she murmured.
His left arm relaxed enough so his right hand released it. "I'll try to stay trim for you. I'll also talk to the rest of the crew to make sure we keep up on our abdominal workouts."
"No, me," she teased. "I was quite jealous that you and Nikki were able to samba."
"I'm nowhere as good as I used to be. When we were engaged, we took some lessons. Our first dance, we were gonna surprise everyone …" He grimaced a smile and she kissed him. Long, slow and utterly deliberately.
"Teach me how to dance," she requested.
"Ok," he said, as he pulled her closer to him. "I put my hand on your hip like so."
"In bed, Felix," she protested.
"Ohhhh."
Really, Skye had tried to prepare Jemma for what might happen between her and her boys. The two women had a girls' night together, and Skye had downloaded porn that was for woman by woman, blah blah blah. The women had been horribly plasticy and athletic and limber while the men had been built and huge and… possessing extremely lithe hips. And really, it would be horrifying if she dislocated Felix's hip during a moment of uncontrolled passion. Now that it was ACTUALLY HAPPENING, Jemma realized that she should never have watched Skye's smut as what was occurring between Felix and her was horribly awkward and tentative. Because she kept thinking of what she should be doing, how she should be touching him, rather than doing what she was comfortable; instead of just enjoying the moment. She didn't want to disappoint him, not like she had Avery.
She wished to be bold and audacious rather than timid.
What Simmons really desired was to be was to be an utterly irresistible combination of Garrett's erotic extroversion, Phil's experience and to possess hips that pivoted like Nicolette's hips. (Boobs like Nikki would have been nice, but God had only two days to whip her into shape, not a week to rebuild her into a sexkitten).
She and Felix bumped noses when they kissed. Really, she had never thought of the necessity of planning trajectory of one's nose when one's eyes were shut.
"Oww!" he protested after they bumped noses AGAIN.
Finally, Felix took her hand and squeezed it.
"This isn't working," he admitted. "Stop, stop, stop."
She withdrew into herself and he exhaled. Slowly.
"Lay back," he requested. "Let me handle this, ok? I'm truly terrified you're going to put me into traction again, especially after that last amphibious maneuver. You've been watching porn, haven't you? Sheer, unadulterated porn, Jemma."
He smiled at her, a gentle warm smile and he shook his head.
"Porn can be… fun…" he admitted. "But it also leads to unreasonable expectations on your part. I can't move like they can, else I risk popping out my hip."
"I want it to be good for you," she protested.
He slid one hand downwards and stopped. With a sly smile, he pulled at her belt to remove it. That done, he opened her robe with a very gentle touch. "Trust me, that outfit… very good for me. You, lying next to me in bed… unbelievably good for me."
Deliberately, he leaned over her and place a kiss between her breasts. He pulled away, with a very wolfish grin.
"Very, very good for me, so now… hand," he requested.
"Hand?" she repeated.
"Hand," he repeated as he held out his left hand. "Right hand please."
She entwined her fingers with him, and he smiled once more at her. "I should warn you," he said in that low rumbly voice of his.
"You're about to ravage me?" she asked. Far too hopefully.
He bit his lip and tried not to laugh, but failed. "No, nothing that good, I'm afraid. I believe that John has planned some sort of divine retribution for the early morning guitar concert at the cape. However, I will not let that distract me from the mission at hand."
He kissed her slowly and leisurely. When they broke apart, as well, she needed air!, Felix whispered, "We're taking this slowly. No porn acrobatics, just… a deliberate and unhurried seduction."
And he kissed her again even while his free hand stroked her. Carefully. Expertly.
"Four," she delightedly informed him some time later. Just in case he wasn't good with higher math. "FOUR."
"Are you falling asleep on me?" he rumbled.
"Four," she repeated in blissful contentment even as she snuggled closer to him. "Four."
"You wanted three, and I always compulsively, obsessively aim to overachieve," he reminded her. "Now, if you don't mind, roll towards me."
There was some awkwardness as he positioned his leg just so and then they both embraced. He guided her and then his expression changed… his eyes closed and his mouth was in a perfect "O".
"Are you pain?" she asked.
"No…" he said. "Most assuredly not. Feels very… very nice… Just hold me…"
She held Blake as tightly as she dared, heard his breath quicken, felt his body tremble and then he loudly exhaled. His breathing slowed as she continued to embrace him.
"I love you," she whispered even as Felix seemed so far, far away in his own head at that moment. "I need you to be believe that."
