Fitz was sitting on the common area couch, waiting for Simmons to return from the attached kitchen, when Daisy stumbled in, looking majorly worse for wear.

And definitely drunk.

But before Fitz could even say hi or try to offer her the couch to lay down on, the inhuman stumbled across the room, and collapsed face first onto said couch. Her legs stretched out across the vacant half Simmons had been sitting in before she'd gone to make tea for herself and Fitz, but her upper half landed right in Fitz's lap. Fitz froze, his lap full of their definitely drunk, definitely female friend, while his wife was less than thirty feet away in the kitchen finishing up their late night cups of tea. Her back had fortunately been turned to him when Daisy had stumbled in and collapsed on him, but before Fitz's panicking mind could come up with anything to do to make the scene look less like he might be cheating on her, Simmons walked back in.

"I think she wants you to hold her," Simmons said teasingly, Fitz's head jerking up as he hadn't heard her returning, panic filling his eyes as he feared what his wife might think seeing Daisy draped across him like that.

"Is that panic because you're afraid of how I'll react seeing you with Daisy like that, or because you don't know what to do with a half drunk, half passed out girl in your lap?" asked Simmons with a smile as she sat down in the armchair next to the couch, setting Fitz's cup on the end table next to him.

"Can it be both?" asked Fitz.

"You don't have to worry about me," replied Simmons reassuringly. "You clearly aren't hitting on her with her literally passed out, and she's sleeping on you, not with you. I can't possibly think you're doing anything wrong."

But at that moment, Daisy stirred enough to mumble, "Either of you up for doing anything wrong? Because I'm totally game," before collapsing back into Fitz's lap, even more out of it than before.

Fitz and Simmons just stared at the younger girl, who was now snoring lightly, for a long time.

"What the hell?!" exclaimed Fitz eventually.

"I think she was propositioning us — both of us," replied Simmons slowly, completely taken aback.

"She's even more drunk than I thought," said Fitz in awe.

They lapsed back into silence for a long time, Simmons sipping her tea as she stared unseeingly at Daisy, Fitz eventually sliding his arms around to hold Daisy in a more comfortable position for both of them, until Simmons eventually said quietly to herself, "What if she wasn't, though?"

"Huh?"

Simmons' head snapped up with a deer in the headlights look, not having realized she'd spoken aloud. But after a second, her expression turned resolute, and she said with conviction, "What if she asked that when she wasn't drunk?"

"You want to have sex with Daisy?" asked Fitz in shock.

"Us — I want us to have sex with Daisy — together," answered Simmons. "I'm not interested in having sex alone with her, at least not at the moment, and I'm not really sure how comfortable I would be with you having sex alone with her either, once again at least at the moment. But if we were to have sex with her together? — Honestly that I could see, provided that Daisy wasn't just drunkenly mumbling some fantasy of hers that she isn't actually interested in real life.

"But obviously you have to be okay with it, too — it can't just be me, and I don't want you saying yes just to make your wife happy," she ended sternly.

"But you are interested in it?" prodded Fitz, still in disbelief that his wife wanted them, together or individually, to have sex with anyone else besides each other, let alone their best friend, teammate, and occupant of the room next to theirs in the base, Captain Daisy 'Quake' Johnson.

"It's not something I've ever considered before, but from a relationship standpoint, I'm not afraid of you leaving me for her, and from a purely physical standpoint, if I was going to do something with another girl involved, I feel like I would be most comfortable doing it with her. And trying to think about it from your perspective, I know you had at least a small crush on her back when you and I were truly still platonic friends, so it seems at least possible that you might still find her attractive enough to be interested in doing something physical with her," answered Simmons. "So what do you say? Should we see if she really meant what she said?"

"And this isn't going to come back and harm us — wife?" asked Fitz warily and pointedly.

"Till death do us part, husband," replied Simmons firmly. "You're stuck with me forever, and I will never leave you, husband."

"Then I guess I'm not opposed to asking."

~FSK~

The following day, as FitzSimmons ate an early lunch together alone in the kitchen, Daisy finally came wandering in, clearly having just woken up.

The night before, FitzSimmons had sat up for quite a while longer continuing to talk about what they would be okay with and possibly want if Daisy had actually been serious with her offer, and still wanted them when she was sober. But eventually they'd called it a night and headed back to their own room for bed, Fitz carrying Daisy to her room next to theirs as they went. He'd laid her carefully in her bed as Simmons pulled the covers up over her, and set out a couple aspirin and a glass of water for when she woke up with a pounding headache.

And now Daisy had finally woken up and headed out into the base, looking substantially less hungover than Simmons would have expected based on how she'd looked the night before, and the fact she had thought Fitz's lap was an ideal pillow — not that Simmons could actually disagree with the younger girl's drunk decision-making skills on that, as she'd repeatedly used her now-husband's lap as a pillow even as far back as when they'd been studying together in each other's dorm rooms at the Academy and been flatmates at SciOps.

"You look decent for having been so drunk you thought my husband was a couch cushion last night," Simmons said casually as the younger girl walked in.

"Oh. Yeah. Sorry about that, Fitzy," replied Daisy as she tossed a bagel into the toaster. "And I've been hungover so many times before SHIELD, last night was nothing. Just tipsy, really."

Simmons let Daisy finish making her bagel and sit down across from them at the table before she spoke again. "Then if you really were just tipsy, does that mean you remember what you said to us last night — the only thing you said, actually?"

"Uh, no. What did I say? Was it bad?" asked Daisy, a look of innocent confusion gracing her features.

But her slight hesitation before she spoke, and the blush creeping across her cheeks had Simmons not buying the younger girl's innocence.

"So you do remember — you just don't want to admit it," the biochemist replied, leaning back in her chair.

"What do you want me to say? Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to mess you and Fitz up, falling asleep on top of him or with anything I might have said — I was totally drunk, remember?" apologized Daisy. "You know I didn't mean anything I may or may not have said."

"Oh, no, Fitz and I aren't upset with you," exclaimed Simmons quickly before the other girl could get the wrong impression. "We're perfectly fine. But I don't believe for a second that you didn't really mean any of it — alcohol loosens the tongue, it doesn't completely change desires. I am a biochemist, remember? I know what alcohol can and cannot do."

Daisy stared down at her bagel, remaining silent. The last thing she'd wanted for FitzSimmons to find out about was her longtime crush on them, and now her drunk self had gone and screwed herself over. But what Simmons said next made her head snap up so fast she was surprised she didn't get whiplash.

"I was just asking because Fitz and I were wondering if your sober self was as interested as your drunk self."

Daisy gaped at Simmons for a long time, while Fitz and Simmons just sat there quietly, patiently waiting for her to process everything.

"You're serious?" the younger girl eventually said in complete disbelief.

"When you fell back asleep in Fitz's lap last night after propositioning us, Fitz and I talked for a long time," replied Simmons. "And we determined that we are interested if you wanted to do something with both of us, together. But we come as a pair, so you can't do anything with just one of us — yet, anyway. That could change over time depending on how this goes, but not yet. Also, if we're going to do this, while we're fine with it being purely physical to start with, we also want this to at least try moving towards an actual relationship. But you don't have to give us an answer right now, just think about it."

After staring at Simmons for several more seconds, Daisy turned to the other occupant of the room. "Fitz?"

"Like Simmons said, we talked it over," answered Fitz with a shrug. "And I was as surprised by it as you are when she said it, and still kind of am to be honest, but as far as Simmons and I go, we're okay with this. Our marriage and lifelong partnership as friends, colleagues, lovers, and family won't falter or lessen because of this. So if you really are interested in trying something with us, we're game."

There were a few seconds of silence, before Simmons began to say again, "Take all the time you need —", but before she could finish Daisy blurted out, "Yes! Yes, I will absolutely have sex with you two!"

"Someone sounds eager," chuckled Simmons, raising her eyebrows slightly.

"Honestly? — I've had a crush on you two since before you ever even actually got together. Really ever since you two finally figured out you had feelings for each other, but still couldn't make yourselves act on them," replied Daisy. "And it wasn't just Fitz who had a crush on me the first few weeks I was on the team. It went both ways, I just thought he was already yours, so I never acted on it. And then when you jumped out of the plane and it became clear you two weren't actually together, it also became clear that you should be. So I never acted on my feelings, and just not-always-very-patiently waited for you two to finally get together, so I could fantasize about being with both of you — which sounds rather creepy now that I say it out loud. But my point being, I've wanted to be with you two practically since I met you, so a thousand times yes I'll have sex with you, and date you, and marry you, and have lots of little kids with you, and help raise Jemma and I's kids into the next generation of geniuses with you, and grow old with you, and —

"And I just said all that out loud, didn't I?"

Fitz and Simmons chuckled.

"Afraid you did," said Simmons with a smile. "But don't worry — we'd like to see that happen too."