A/N: Another Incorrect Quotes inspired story, that started out FitzSimmons only, but ended up morphing into FitzSkimmons because that's the only way I could actually bring the story to some kind of ending.

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Simmons was drunk.

That went without question.

What was harder to explain was why he was simply following her around the common area making sure she didn't stumble and fall and hit her head on anything hard or sharp, instead of pulling her back to their room to make her sleep it off, and to get some sleep himself as well. But she looked like she was having such a fun time at the small party that was going on, and he just couldn't force himself to make her stop, even if he knew it would be for her own good, and not doing anything would probably come to bite him in the arse sooner rather than later.

And speaking of which, she was now over talking to a buzzed but definitely still in control of herself Daisy, who would be more than happy to use a drunk, loose-lipped Simmons to her advantage to pry into his and Simmons' relationship for all the steamy details Simmons normally wouldn't give the younger girl. So he hurried over as fast as he could, to try and direct his wife away from their overnosey (in his opinion) captain. Unfortunately, though, when he tried to pry his wife away from Daisy, the younger girl didn't seem particularly interested in helping him get Simmons out of there, as she was clinging to Simmons almost as tightly as Simmons was clinging to her.

As he glared at their captain, who merely pouted back in return, Simmons suddenly spun around to cling to him instead and slurred, "You know, Fitz — I like you how I like my emotions."

Fitz looked down at her warily, dreading whatever possible explanation his wife could have for that out of the blue statement. "Explain…."

"Buried deep inside me."

Fitz froze, staring at her in utter shock and disbelief and more than just a little bit of embarrassment, as Daisy burst out laughing fit to bust.

Once she'd finally gotten control of herself after Fitz had glared at her for a long time, she said still chuckling, "I think it's about time you got your wife to bed — and for once, I don't mean that in the figurative sense."

"Thanks — I know," growled Fitz. "I'm not a monster."

"I have a scar on my neck that says otherwise," replied Daisy rolling her eyes, before adding softly, "But I know you wouldn't."

As Fitz began gently guiding Simmons out of the common room and down the hallways towards their bedroom, Daisy walked along with them, opening the door to their room for them when they arrived, since Fitz's hands were full at the moment with keeping his wife on her feet. Fitz led Simmons inside and over to their bed, sitting her down on the edge of it, as Daisy stood in the doorway just watching them.

But as Fitz extracted himself from Simmons' grasp, Daisy said quietly, "Hey, Fitz?"

Fitz left Simmons sitting on the edge of their bed, trusting that she would fall backwards onto the bed if she fell anywhere, and walked over to Daisy, nudging them both back out into the hallway. Then he pulled the door to behind them, so Simmons wouldn't try to escape back out to the party or come grab on to Daisy as her oversized teddy bear and really refuse to let go this time while he was talking with Daisy.

Once the door was pulled to, Daisy said, "You know I didn't really think you'd do anything improper with Simmons in her current state, right?"

Fitz looked at her in almost shock that she would even think she needed to ask that, and adamantly said, "Of course!"

"Okay, just wanted to make sure," replied Daisy. "And also, sorry about the Leopold jab. As much as I hope you know I'm not still mad at you for that and haven't been in a long time, it was still completely uncalled for."

"Yes, I know you've forgiven me for what my dark side did to you," said Fitz reassuringly, wondering when it had become his insecure self that had to do any of the reassuring around there. "And I really don't mind now that I at least seem to have moved past that part of me, for good this time."

Daisy nodded, and was silent for several seconds, before finally just having to say, "The bed thing was really as much just surprise at my own realization that that's not what I meant, because that's what I always mean when I tell you to take your wife to bed, usually because I'm trying to embarrass you and make you blush — you're cute when you blush, you know."

Fitz rolled his eyes at her, but smiled. "Simmons might have said something similar. And just so you know, I had come over to you to try to get Jemma out of the party and back here to sleep it off — but you didn't want to let her go."

Daisy sighed and leaned her head against the wall, saying wistfully to herself, "Wish I never had to."

She didn't even realize she'd said it out loud until Fitz, who'd studied her contemplatively for several seconds after she'd said it, asked, "Do you really mean it? I can't remember you dating any girls since you joined the team, or even any stories of such from before we met you."

Daisy's head snapped over to him with a look of horror on her face, but before she could even begin trying to stutter any denials, Fitz continued quietly, "I'm not mad at you or anything if you did mean it — I'm just curious."

Daisy gazed at the door to FitzSimmons' room for a long time, lost in thought about the girl behind it, before finally sighing and saying quietly, "Kind of — yeah. And I'm really sorry, Fitz, I am — she's yours, and I shouldn't be thinking about her like that, but sometimes I just can't help it."

"Don't be sorry," replied Fitz hurriedly shaking his head, reaching out and resting his hand on her upper arm. "Simmons does swing that direction, and we agreed when we started dating that if we ever found a girl we both liked and who was interested in a three-person relationship with us, we were willing to explore it. So when we're all a little more sober — well, you're not buzzed and Simmons isn't completely loopy and saying things like she did earlier — let's talk again."

As Daisy looked at him in surprise, he quickly added, "But only if all that sounds like something you could be interested in, of course. Because Jemma and I do come as a pair — an already married pair at this point."

Daisy's look of surprise slowly turned into one of thoughtfulness as she thought back to Simmons clinging to her, and then to Fitz, and then back over the rest of the more than half a decade she'd known them, until she finally said, "Yeah — I'd like that."