He held her tightly against him until he was 'back' from his out of body experience and then he loosened his grasp. Tenderly, he rolled her onto her back even while he kissed her. His kisses were slow, sated…almost nibbles. When they broke apart, he hesitantly smiled at her.

Because while she had been overwhelmed by such base thoughts as "OmigodthisfeelsabsolutelyamazingIwouldhavebangedhiminhishospitalbedREPEATEDLYifIonlyhadonlyknownthathewasaSexGod…" Felix had been dealing with his own insecurities.

"I wasn't too…" he stopped and grimaced. "I wasn't too enthusiastic at the end? I worried since you haven't been… I didn't want to leave you sore."

"You were amazing," she insisted. "Far better than my fantasies. Next time, though take off all your clothes."

Felix had kept himself clothed except for the final part. He had pulled down his sleep pants slightly and that had been it!

"I need to see your tattoos, so I can plan where I'm branding you," she decided. "Your surgical scars are part of who you are, so please don't hide them."

That earned a head nod, which meant, 'hell fucking no', she realized but she planned on getting him starkers by the end of their weekend together. Even if she did a commando in the shower. He positioned himself so he was comfortable and then she pounced. Carefully. Which meant that she snuggled close to him so she was resting her head on his shoulder.

"Are you part cat?" He quipped even as she reached for the remote to turn on the overhead fan. That accomplished, she pulled the sheets over her. Fortunately, they were a nice safe blue.

Felix likes to sleep with a fan on, she remembered. He needs to feel the breeze so if he wakes up in the dark, he knows that he isn't trapped.

"How was it for you?" she asked.

"Really nice," he said.

"Nice," was her murmured protest. "I could have done more…"

"This weekend, you just need to give me constant reassurances about how fantastic and skilled I am," he retorted. "You don't need to give me a standing ovation, but I really enjoy those little noises you make when you come…I hope to hear more of that this weekend."

She blushed and tried to hide underneath the sheets.

"Actually, I'm not hoping," he continued. "I want to hear more, therefore there will be a ninety seven page questionnaire that you will need to fill out. Let me get it for you."

She came up for air when he was reaching for something under the pillow. He pulled it out and handed it to her. It was a small box and he put it in her hands.

"That's not a questionnaire," she stated.

"You are the smartest biochemist of your age," he admitted.

"Oh dear God, you are NOT Remus Lupin, as that makes John, Sirius and Phil is JAMES!"

"Could you possibly open it, and we will can discuss Harry Potter later?" he requested. "Though Winston believes he's PadFoot."

"It's not a ring, is it?" she asked.

"No," he protested. "I thought that since this was our first together, I'd like to get you something. However, you being a thoroughly modern and exasperating biochemist…" He placed his hand on the box and she pulled it towards her.

"Opening!" she promised and then she stopped. "It's not a car key, is it? Because I won't play that game. I won't. You don't need to bribe me, Felix."

He slumped and sighed. "Seriously, you make it impossible to be romantic. I need to warn the others."

"A car is not romantic," she protested.

"Not telling Lola!" he inserted.

"Not when it's being used as a bribe," she continued.

"That box doesn't look like it could fit a car key. A key fob, maybe," he offered. "However, since you're too busy telling me what it can't be instead of opening it – how about I just give this to Mary Sue instead. In recognition of her learning how to make coffee without necessitating the fire department be dispatched?"

He put his hand on the box, and pulled it toward him. She didn't let go, and they just stared at each, with Blake looking amused.

"No," she protested. "There will be no flirtation with Skye until I'm absolutely convinced that you're mine."

"I am yours. Completely and utterly. Mary Sue…" he began.

"Skye…" she interrupted.

"Mary Sue is nothing to me. She is my assistant, nothing more." He said it with complete sincerity so no doubt he believed it, but … Simmons was beginning to understand him. Felix was fond of Skye, in an exasperated way but he would never admit it. At least not for years upon years upon years.

"Box," she stated as somehow Blake had gotten his present back. "I demand my present, knave."

"I'm fifty," he reminded her. "Gave you four, that's all for now. I need to recover."

Deliberately, he put the pillow over his head and mock snored. She poked him, and he handed over the box. Gleefully, as what girl didn't like presents, she opened the neatly wrapped box to discover…

"Earrings?" she asked. Small, delicate silver hoops that sparkled and glittered and she smiled.

"Thought they'd look nice when you pull your hair back," he explained. "You need to tell me what type of jewelry you like."

"You've done wonderfully so far," she insisted, even as she put in the earrings. She pulled her hair back to model them for Felix who nodded. "I get so many compliments on the necklace you gave me. However, you don't have to buy me presents."

"It's part of being in a relationship," he informed her. "I buy you pretty things, you wear them. They're not bribes, they're gifts because I want to give them to you."


To Jemma's delight, they made love repeatedly during the weekend with each experience under Felix's expert tutelage (and she tried not to blush when she mentally put it THAT way) becoming even more mind-blowing. They even walked the boardwalk, hand in hand, a simple gesture that Jemma found almost as intimate as love making, because it was the reticent FELIX who had taken her hand.

And he had won her a bear, a big three foot stuffed bear that he won at a carnival game because of his sharp shooting ability. She had wanted to try the game for laughs, had lost horribly and he had slapped down ten dollars. To the carnies' surprise, Felix had won the bear by performing an almost impossible task of hitting a small star on a rotating and gyrating target. That done, easily, he was about to leave when he realized that a little girl was staring at him, completely agog at his skill.

"Wow," she said. "I want a bear like that."

"Practice," he informed her. "Let me see you shoot."

She aimed, her technique fair, but no match for the odds-stacked-against-her carnie game. Felix helped position her and squeezed the trigger, so she was able to win the same prize. Mission Completed, Felix X. Blake was henceforth Banned for Life from that Booth and ALL of the SURROUNDING BOOTHS, the young girl's prize obtained when she realized that her parents were lost.

Her lips quivered and her bear became quite utterly soggy.

Felix knelt down to her level and he introduced Winston to her. "I'm a cop," he explained to the little girl as he displayed his badge. "This is Winston, this is Jemma and I'm Felix. Let's go get you found. Hand."

Alas, she couldn't handle her parents being lost, having a large bear to oversee and hand holding, Felix quickly discovered. That meant Felix went to Plan B. Ice cream to stop the girl (and possibly Felix?) from hysterical sobbing, and a phone call to the local police department which fortunately had an officer or three patrolling the boardwalk. Anita's mother had already reported her missing and the mother and daughter (and bear) were soon reunited.

"Ice cream?" Jemma murmured at Blake as she had watched events unfold to get a grasp of his parenting style. It seemed that he was an ice cream type dad. "Her chin quivered and you bought her an ice cream cone."

"There was no family resemblance, and I did not want to be accused of child kidnapping, which was likely if she began to wail and scream for her Mamacita and her Abuelita." Felix protested.

"I wonder what would happen if I quiver my lip?" Jemma asked.

He leaned over and whispered in her ear. Her jaw dropped (no quivering, she realized, just a jaw drop). It was explicit, it was extremely dirty and rather erotic especially as it was the thorough Felix who was meticulously detailing every single bit and Avery had never, ever EVER gotten close to what Felix offered though Cosmo and Skye both claimed the experience was beyond wonderful. Then Felix the bastard took his ice cream cone and licked it.

And a long twirl of the cone that had Jemma Simmons blushing especially when he finished his sensual swirl by nibbling at the edge of his cone.

"I'd need to shower first," he admitted. "Brush my teeth. Unless you want to save yourself for John. He's really oral. Phil's rather…. Verbal… also. They both like… ice cream."

"Do you want me to… lick your cone?" she asked. "When you lick mine?"

He tilted his cone towards her and she licked it. Nowhere as suggestively as he had, she realized, but she tried. Perhaps points would be given for enthusiasm.

"Vanilla," he admitted. "Very, very safe. Respectable. When you grow weary of vanilla, you can try one of the other thirty odd flavors. However since this is the first time you've had ice cream with me, stay with vanilla."

"But I want hot fudge and whipped cream," she protested.

"Not on my ice cream cone," he retorted, which left Simmons, mouth agape in stunned silence. "Jemma, you don't get it. Do you? You've gotten behind my walls… I… trust you… so I can… be like this. I tried to keep you out, ran for my life but you managed to tag me and bag me. You do realize, that you could totally fuck me over and destroy me…. because I've let you in."

She didn't know what to say. Didn't want to promise him that she'd never hurt him, because... she was still learning the enigma known as Felix.

"Can we shower together?" she asked.

He nodded.


"Definitely need rainhead shower heads, and body jets," he admitted as he watched her climb back into their bed. "And the hand held wand was fun, too. You comfortable?"

She nodded, and he tapped her hand. "Nervous?"

Another more vigorous head nod was his answer and he kissed her cheek. "Slow, carefully, and gently. If for any reason you want to stop, you just say it. Deal?"

Another head nod and he tapped her mouth gently with his fingers. "I need you to say it."

"If I want to stop, I'll tell you," she said.

"And I will stop immediately. I will start at the top, work my way down, end up in the middle and I'll try to make it really good. I want to try and edge it." The way his voice rumbled made her inside tremble in delight and… oh God, she hoped Skye was right about what was about to happen!

"Edge it?" she asked.

"Bring you close, but not too close, a few times." He then leaned over her and gave her a slow, teasing kiss. "Teasing can be fun."

"I'll remember that when I'm in charge," she weakly protested while his lips moved down to her neck.

"Please, you'll get distracted by the sights," he protested. "You're too new to this to have any type of patience."

"Will not…" she gasped as his lips found a very sensitive part of her anatomy. He didn't protest, instead he rather thoroughly lavished a great deal of attention on her right earlobe which had her squirming in absolute delight.

"Oh bugger, I think you're right," she admitted when he lovingly attacked her left earlobe.


After a very long, exhausting weekend, it wasn't a big surprise that Jemma fell asleep on the drive home. In fact, they had barely gotten onto the interstate when she was lightly snoring. Felix proudly smiled and Winston happily wagged his tail. The three foot stuffed bear, wisely, said nothing. Felix kept his radio off, so she could sleep and he drove back to her apartment in contented silence.

Somehow he had managed to survive the weekend, SOLO, with Simmons without requiring him to brandish his insurance cards. Perhaps she wouldn't kill him after all. (Accidentally, naturally).