Monday morning
John Garrett noisily exhaled which earned him an amused look from Phil Coulson. He put his phone down on the bureau and crunched his pillow so he was comfortable.
"I'm worried," he admitted as he slunk back into the bed.
"You're jealous, admit it," catcalled Phil.
"I've tagged his insurance card, as of five minutes ago, it hasn't been utilized in New York or any of the surrounding states. Do you think she killed him during sex? Accidentally? I can imagine her calling Blue Skies looking for help."
Phil Coulson sat up in bed, and deliberately draped the sheets around his middle. "Now, I'm jealous." In a simpering tone, he continued, "Honey, why can't you focus on me? It's our first time in months and you're distracted. By HIM. However, I'm sure she didn't kill him, because I have his name tagged in case it appears on a police blotter anywhere in the country. Pretty good chance that if she killed him, his name would show up and trigger an alert."
"SO! You were worried also," Garrett stated. "As well we should be, as Jemma put him in traction and he electrocuted himself. Plus the fact the two of them can't seem to be in the same room together without one of us needing to referee."
"Actually, you put him in traction as you tackled him and he electrocuted himself to jumpstart your bots," Phil reminded him which John, naturally, ignored.
"And she gave us permission before she left. Permission. Like… we needed it…" John sighed even though Jemma's airily given permission of 'be naughty and tell me all about it when I come back' had relieved both men of feeling guilty for sharing a bed again. For the record, they wouldn't have done a darn thing if she hadn't kiss them both and ordered them to have fun. "Is this what it's gonna be like?"
"Gonna get worse once we all move in together," Phil mildly stated as he knew John very well.
"It's gonna be a lot of fun once she has us housebroken," he conceded. "Though questions abound."
"I know I shouldn't ask this, but what questions are bounding in your head, John?" Phil asked.
"How is she deciding on the nightly arrangements?" John questioned.
NIGHTLY ARRANGEMENTS, mouthed a disbelieving Phil.
"I mean, will it be one at a time; you know; Felix, John, Phil… night off. Sorry, alphabetical there, Phil. Or will it be Felix, John, Phil, Felix-John, Felix-Phil, John-Phil and then everybody at the same time? Are we living in the same house, or are we having like a compound and she goes from house to house every night? I watched a show on TV…." He explained.
"Please do not tell me it's the one where the lady's uterus will fall out if she sneezes too hard as she's had twenty eight kids and all the girls wear dresses from the 1800's?" Phil protested. He hated to admit it but he watched the "Quiverful Womb" show religiously. It was like watching a bad train wreck. You couldn't turn away but you hated yourself for watching.
"No, this guy had three wives, and the wives all hated each other because they were jealous. And he ended up dying because…" John slowed down as though loathe to admit the cause of demise.
"Sexual exhaustion?" Phil prompted.
"No, because he sodded some guy's lawn," John explained.
Phil just shot John Garrett a "WTF" look.
"I found it a rather stupid, anticlimactic ending," John easily agreed.
"John, you hate lawn work which is why you've never lived anyplace that requires you to do your own lawn. You're safe, I promise you. I'm assuming that it will run much like it does now. Each have our separate bedrooms and … there will be the master bedroom," Phil paused as he wasn't sure how it would work as it had been YEARS,…. YEARS… since he had read Time Enough for Love with anything less than a jaundiced eye. "Good God, I don't know how is supposed to work. Must I remind you that you LAUGHED at Felix when he first questioned this insanity?"
John, being on a roll, merrily continued down the path of self-destruction.
"Think about it, that means, five bedrooms, minimum, and then once the kids show up, if they show up, where are we putting them? Are we putting them in dormitories? How we are planning on paying for this? Get an inlaw suite for Blue Skies so we can have rent coming in? Perhaps a carriage house so we can rent out to Trip and Fitz? And Phil, seriously, what's really bothering you?" John asked.
"My tactile anesthesia hasn't completely resolved itself," Phil admitted. "I'm worried about what might happen when it's my weekend. Plus, this is just insanity. Complete and utter insanity."
"Isn't it though? But it's fun… and you feel more alive than you have in years. As for bedtime fun, you did really well last night," Garrett assured him. "Though it's been a while for both of us, so points will be deducted for making a mess."
"You're built like a bulldog, Jemma is more a whippet," Phil admitted. "I'm worried that I might hurt her accidentally."
"Impossible," was Garrett's firm opinion. "Besides, you might not get a chance. Felix got there first and Simmons might decide to just have him as her boy toy. I wonder how the weekend went. You know, it's … six am, why don't I call?"
"JOHN!" sputtered Phil. Who, while he verbally protested, did not take the phone away from John.
"One ringie dingie, two ringie dingie, three ringie dingie… Good morning this is the Jemma Elizabeth Simmons wake up call. Are you awake?" John asked. "You sound exhausted? And you slept through your alarm? Good thing I called then, so details, Jemma."
He nodded his head for a bit and then grinned. "No, no, no, I wouldn't anticipate that you'd share details about our weekend with the guys either, unless you feel the need to brag about…. Felix?" He put a lilt in his voice when he said Felix and his grin grew broader. "No, no… that would be horribly embarrassing for poor Felix."
Again with the lilt.
"Well, see you soon," he said.
He clicked off the phone and he shook his head.
"That must have been some weekend as she's gushing over Felix. She even adds that little lilt in her voice when she gets face to face to a handsome man for the first time and she's fancying him. You know, she did it with Jasper and Ward when she first met him. Calling Felix," John announced as he put his phone on speaker.
"What the fuck do you want, asshole?" was a gravelly voice that sounded like Felix Blake talking into his pillow.
"We wanted to find out if you had been admitted to the hospital and if you need spare clothes? Someone to walk Winston?" John asked. "Power of attorney? Someone to make your life support decisions? Funeral arrangements?"
"I survived unharmed," the voice dryly admitted.
"How?" was the next question from John.
"If you keep her in a state of sexual bliss, she doesn't have a chance to throw a bowling ball," admitted Felix. "After the few orgasms…"
"The first FEW?" John repeated. "How many exactly? Is that why her voice held such a lovely lilt whenever she said your name? Come on, confess. Phil and I need to know!"
"Fuck off, asshole."
The call disconnected and John leaned back into the bed.
"I've forgotten how bad tempered Blake can be when he doesn't get eight hours of shut eye," John stated. "I'm thinking our boy had a sleep over."
"Well, that wakeup was better than a rock concert," Jemma laughingly admitted. "Though you will pay for the comment regarding sexual bliss and bowling balls, Felix."
"I'll make you the best cup of coffee you ever had," Felix offered.
Her expressive nose wrinkled in distaste.
"I bought tea leaves but my roommate finished it the last time you were here. Roomie forgot to put it on the shopping list." Blake's attempt at excusing himself made Jemma laugh.
"Shopping list?" she asked.
"I do coupons also," he admitted. "One time I got two fifty worth of stuff for seventy five, so I considered it a win. I was able to buy Winston a new bed so he was appreciative."
She giggled.
"Someone has to be financially responsible in this relationship," he continued. "So, can you say my name again?"
"Felix?" she said and then she repeated it deliberately, "Felix, Felix, FELIX."
"You do have a lovely lilt when you say my name," he admitted with a sly smile. "It's got the same lilt when you came face to face to Tripp wearing his jammer swim suit. I truly feared you had a spoon in your hand."
"I don't understand," she admitted.
"I feared that you would eat him like a sundae," he teased.
"I prefer ice cream cones," she teased back and then she kissed him. When they broke apart, she murmured happily and snuggled closer. "You're really quite different this weekend. I don't mean it in a bad way."
"I know you don't, however, I will worry," he admitted. "I fear you like me only for my penis."
"Love," she interrupted. "Your incredible hands, your mouth, your sense of humor, dry though it may be…"
"Coming from a Brit, that's priceless," he interrupted.
"Your incredible eyes and most importantly, you. Though I have absolutely no complaints about your penis as it gifted me with hours upon hours of exquisite ecstasy this weekend." There, she had told him that she loved him TWICE (and yes, she did though it didn't mean that he wasn't an exasperating git). He hadn't returned the sentiment verbally but he had held her hand in a public space. Baby steps, she reminded herself, as he had been deeply hurt by those he had trusted and loved (and she had wiggled her way behind his walls, he just needed to become comfortable with the fact that she was there, loving him).
Though her last compliment had made him blush.
"Good thing you're doing the pair and a spare, that way you can put me on the DL when I return back to my norm," he admitted, while he smiled that twisted little grin where he was being particularly wicked. "So, you grab the shower and I'll make breakfast. You up for scrambled eggs and an English muffin? Cheerios? Isn't that British? Pip, Pip, cheerios?"
She sat up and glared daggers at a very much non-threatened Felix Blake.
"Those are not English muffins," she protested. "There's nothing truly English about them."
"Yogurt then." He decided.
To her surprise, by the time she had gotten showered and she had padded into the kitchen, wearing one of his motorcycle t-shirts and a too large pair of sweats, Felix had already showered and dressed for work. He was also putting the final touches on a complete English breakfast. Real British back bacon, grilled mushrooms and tomatoes and… tea… REAL TEA.
"Rashers?" she asked in true disbelief. "Real tea? How? With the shortage?"
"I traded a few favors," was all he admitted which earned him a big kiss. "Hey! Hey! You'll get my suit wet."
When she entered her lab, (Early), Jemma Simmons was horrified to realize that Fitz, Trip and Skye were there, all plainly wondering how her weekend went. They meant well, but really, she didn't want to share too much information about the introspective Felix.
"She's rather bouncy," Trip announced.
"She's glowing, which means… shagged all weekend did you?" Fitz asked. "About bloody time, Jemma."
"Do we need to send flowers to Agent Blake? I could send him a blueberry coffee cake, too," offered Skye.
"Seriously, you still call him Agent Blake?" Fitz murmured.
"Yes," Skye sadly admitted.
"I have work to attend to," protested a very prim Jemma Simmons. "I am not describing my weekend in any detail except for this. Mindblowing. And that is ALL you will ever get from me."
She bounced away, her curly hair swinging and the three Musketeers (junior) stared at each other.
"Dear God," Trip began.
"I'll be staring at his crotch from now on," admitted Fitz. "Wondering about the magic in his wand, if that is any indication of his skill. She never acted like that with her ex. She was usually very withdrawn after her time with him."
"Hydra Boy didn't treat her well," Trip announced. "My man, Felix apparently did."
"You call him Felix also?" Skye whined.
Felix returned to his office to discover the coffee clutch was already in the office. Except there was a new addition to the team, Jasper Sitwell.
"Welcome to the insanity," Felix dryly remarked as Phil handed him his cup of coffee. Perfectly brewed.
"Actually I was hoping to talk to you in private, but they were already here," admitted Jasper.
"Step into my office," Felix decided.
The two agents walked into his office and Felix closed the door. He put on his best Not-Impressed Look and Jasper's grin faded.
"IWantToLetYouKnowThatI'mInterestedinNicoletteAndIhopeIt'sOKwithYou?" Jasper blurted.
"Hurt her and they will never, ever find your body," Felix stated in his most intimidating tone.
"Yes, Sir!" Jasper instinctively responded.
Jemma returned to her office and discovered that there was a small spray of flowers. From Felix, naturally so she grinned wildly and bounced in her chair as she was so giddy! He was such a romantic. She opened her email and clicked on one from John.
"Not telling you anything." She giggled. "Naughty boy."
Doc
Attached find the motorcycle permit requirements for New York State. Time to take a ride of the wild side and get your license. Thursday lunchtime I'll take you to the Department of Motor Vehicles office and we can get your permit then.
John
PS don't tell Felix or Phil, it's be a surprise when you drive up on your Harley. So this weekend, motorcycles and Babe in Toyland…. So prepare for a ride on the wild side!
PS wear your leathers!
"Motorcycle license?" squeaked Simmons.
