As soon as the Shield SUV pulled into the back of the plane, Fitz and Daisy scrambled out of the back seat to carry the 0-8-4 that they'd just returned from retrieving into the lab, for FitzSimmons to study later.
Simmons, who'd been sitting in the back with them, climbed out of the SUV at a slower pace, in much less of a hurry than they were. Coulson had assigned her to be the one to report on the science side of the mission they'd just returned from — not needing both of FitzSimmons, plus a hacker, to tell him that it was an 0-8-4, they didn't have a clue what it was yet — so she had nothing to do until Coulson, May, and Ward headed upstairs to start the mission debrief. So to bide her time until then, she watched Fitz and Daisy cautiously lift the 0-8-4 up onto the lab bench and gingerly set it down, and thought back over the mission and everything that had gone down retrieving the 0-8-4 that Shield had sent them halfway around the world to retrieve.
Specifically the parts of the mission that, when she saw Fitz scramble up the spiral staircase to hit the showers a minute later, meant that she knew he wasn't just going to be taking a shower when he got there. She hadn't shared a flat with him for the better part of a decade without having learnt a few things about him that she knew he'd rather her not have, even if she would never tell him that she knew. She didn't know if he knew any of the same things about her, she assumed he probably did, but just like her, he would never say anything about it. But at the moment, whether or not he knew any of her habits was completely irrelevant, as it was his habits that she was thinking about. Specifically, that he was going to have a wank as soon as he got in the shower.
Of course, she considered it partially her fault, as during the mission her blouse had suffered an unfortunate encounter with something sharp, resulting in a good-sized hole being torn across the stomach of it, forcing her to change into a new shirt. Well, it hadn't really forced her to change, it's not like anyone was going to be seeing them between there and the BUS, and it wasn't revealing anything inappropriate — her navel being plenty appropriate, thank you very much — but she'd insisted on changing into something without a giant gash in it anyway, and had made Fitz get her the new shirt out of the back of the SUV while she was taking off her ruined shirt, so as to save time. And if it just so happened to result in him getting a full view of her bra and the smooth, freckled tops of her breasts incapsulated within as soon as he turned around to hand her the shirt, even if he had been a gentleman and tried to look away as quickly as possible as soon as he saw that she was 'inappropriately' dressed, she would deny to her dying day that she'd done it on purpose.
And then on top of that, during the fairly long ride back to the plane, he'd been squished tightly in between her and Skye in the back of the SUV, because they'd had to squeeze several of their bags of equipment into the back seat with them in order to make room for the 0-8-4 in the boot, meaning they had had to squeeze all three of them into what could be called two seats only if one was being very generous with what was meant by two seats. Plus, after everything that they'd gone through getting the 0-8-4 and themselves out of there (things beyond her very nice blouse that Fitz had given her as a birthday present several years earlier being torn), she was being even clingier than normal, along with simply preferring to be closer to him than to the luggage on her other side, as he was nice and warm, while the luggage was cold and lumpy. And while Daisy had spent most of the ride leaning against the window, her side and leg had still been fully pressed against Fitz's for the entire drive as well, there simply being no room to try to keep any space between the three of them.
But all in all, it meant that he'd had more than enough minor stimulation over the past hour that she didn't have to be a biologist, or be in a position to actually feel the effect they were doubtlessly having on him, to know that he was fighting back an arousal that he would need to take care of as soon as he got in the shower, and that she was largely the cause of it. But she quickly forced herself to stop thinking about her longtime best friend being naked in the shower getting himself off, as she knew she was going to be stuck in debriefing for a while, and having sparks flickering through her at the thought of him taking care of himself just wouldn't do while she was trying to give her report to Coulson, May, and Ward.
~FSK~
She hadn't been in the debriefing for long when out of the blue, she felt what she could only describe as a small orgasm surge through her core.
She was thankful that Ward was droning on about punching people or something, and even more thankful that Coulson and May's attentions were focused entirely on his description of punching people, as she wasn't sure her face hadn't turned noticeably red for several seconds as it washed through her. Having had a flatmate (Fitz) for all of her adult life, she'd trained herself very well not to make any sound when she orgasmed when she masturbated, and thankfully that seemed to carry through to completely unexpected orgasms. But she couldn't keep her face from flushing red, as that wasn't something she'd ever had any reason to try to train her body not to do, as it wasn't like she masturbated when Fitz was looking at her, or was in the same room as her. They were close — they weren't that close.
Once she was positive that she looked normal again, and wasn't worried about anyone seeing her flushed and asking her awkward questions, she allowed the half of her mind that wasn't dedicatedly paying attention to the debriefing like the good little scientist, team member, and Shield agent she was, to began contemplating the complete unexpectedness and abnormality of her orgasm. She certainly wasn't in a state of sexual arousal, the flickers that had leapt up earlier when she thought about the fact that her pasty, well-formed, symmetrical best friend was about to go service himself having died back down when she had refused to kindle them since she had responsible adult things to go do. And yet, completely out of the blue, with no stimulation whatsoever on any of her erogenous zones, she'd had the, dare she say, cutest, most petite orgasm she could ever remember. It wasn't the least enjoyable she'd ever had, just the smallest, if that made any sense — which even she could acknowledge didn't, but that didn't make it any less true, either.
As she thought over it, and what could have possibly biologically triggered it, it flickered through her mind that Fitz had probably orgasmed at right about the same time as she had, if she wasn't completely wrong about how long she'd been in this endless debriefing. A few seconds later, it took everything in her power not to gasp out loud as the reality of that fact fully crashed down on her.
She had orgasmed at the exact same time as Fitz had.
It was completely impossible — every law of nature and biology told her that — but it made about as much sense as her randomly orgasming for literally zero reason. Fitz's orgasm had somehow made her come as well for absolutely zero conceivable, or biologically possible reason.
Simmons quickly glanced at her watch and memorized the time, even though she knew Fitz wasn't going to have been looking at the clock while he was in the shower to see what time he'd come at. But with a little deduction, and a few prodding questions, she could get a roundabout enough time to see if she was even in the right ballpark. Fortunately, the meeting didn't last too much longer, as she wasn't sure how long the responsible half of her brain was going to be able to continue being responsible and listen to Ward drone on and on, with this mystery consuming the other half of her brain.
The moment Coulson told them that they were free to go, Simmons casually scrambled out of the command center and across the plane to Fitz's bunk, where she gave two quick, firm knocks. A second later the door opened, and a fully dressed Fitz let her in before closing the door shut again.
"Hey, Simmons. Debriefing go okay?"
"Yeah, yeah, it was fine," waved off Simmons, before starting to chew her bottom lip slightly as she awkwardly stood in front of him, suddenly much less certain about what she'd hypothesized during the debriefing, and much more embarrassed to actually say it to him than she had been when she wasn't actually having to make herself say it to him.
"You okay?" asked Fitz after a few seconds. "You haven't looked this nervous since our algae bio-fuel hydrogen cell-powered quinjet blew up, and we got called into Professor Weaver's office."
"Ah. Yes. Well, um, so uh, I have an extremely awkward question to ask you," began Simmons, before shifting from mostly stall mode into full stall mode. "Which is incredibly rare for us, I know, we were roommates for ten years, we know everything about each other, there's usually nothing awkward—"
"Jemma," interrupted Fitz sternly. "You're rambling. Just spit it out, whatever it is. You've asked weirder, I guarantee."
"Actually, I'm pretty sure I haven't," mumbled Simmons, before she summoned up her Gryffindor courage (no matter how many times she insisted to Fitz that she wasn't Hermione) and asked clearly, "Did you get yourself off in the shower? You know, did you —?"
"Did I wank?" asked Fitz with a raised eyebrow.
It certainly was one of the less expected questions she'd ever asked him, but it's not like they weren't perfectly aware that the other took care of themselves when the need arose — they had shared a flat for nearly ten years, after all, and while it was a very nice flat that Simmons had found them, even the nicest flats weren't entirely soundproof. And while he had no clue why she was asking him this right now, she was a doctor (well, team doctor, if not MD, though he knew she could have easily got that as well if she'd wanted to spend the time, and she did have medical training), and from the flicker of her eyes towards his crotch near the end of the car ride she had clearly known he was sporting a semi hard-on by the time they'd got back to the plane, so maybe she was just checking to make sure he was taking care of himself, even if she never had before. Well, in that way, at least — she'd made him eat his vegetables ever since they'd become flatmates, so she certainly did make sure he took care of himself in most ways.
So at Simmons' slight nod, he answered, "Uh, yeah."
"About ten minutes after we got back?" pressed Simmons.
Fitz thought back briefly. "It was near the start of my shower, so…probably? Why? You're usually not this interested in me, well, doing that. Are you sure the 0-8-4 didn't hit you?"
"The 0-8-4!" gasped Simmons. "That could totally be it!"
"Be what?" asked Fitz, completely lost.
"Okay, you're probably not going to believe me, it sounds totally crazy, I know, but right about the same time I would estimate you were probably climaxing, I had a small orgasm of my own. And considering the fact I was in the debriefing listening to Ward give his report on the mission, which is about as far from sexually stimulating as anything can be, it certainly wasn't of my own doing. Some quick thinking, and the only explanation I could come up with was that I was somehow partially feeling your orgasm. Impossible, I know, but so was me coming with absolutely no stimulation or arousal whatsoever. But then you just mentioned the 0-8-4, and while we've never encountered one before that transfers physical feelings, it's an 0-8-4 — we don't know what it is."
Fitz stared at her in shock for several seconds, trying to process everything she had said, before finally saying, "So you think any time either of us orgasms, the other is going to feel it as well? And does that include, well, you know what for me when you get off, because that would really be problem. And why didn't Skye or Ward get affected? They were in the same room as us when it went off, and none of us seemed to be directly hit by the ray it shot out."
"I can't say for sure if that's what happens without further testing of the hypothesis, but that seems to be the most likely case after one example," replied Simmons. "And as for whether you will ejaculate or not, which I assume is what you were going for, I can't say for sure at the moment, but I actually think not. I'm still not wet — mostly — so it seems to purely be the feelings in the brain, and not any of the physical responses — unless maybe the other person was already aroused, in which case it could trigger a real orgasm, but that is pure speculative. As for it not affecting Ward or Skye — well, I honestly can't say for sure about either of them, but Ward didn't seem to be affected by anything at the same time as I was, while Skye wasn't in the meeting so I can't really say anything about her, so my only possible explanation at the moment, and I know you're going to think I'm crazy again, is that it works on some principle of the mythical soulmate idea. And while we aren't together like that, we are best friends who were flatmates for ten years and I don't think either of us have any intentions of ever stopping working and living together, so the 0-8-4 might consider that close enough — we are dealing with something alien we can't understand," she finished slightly defensively.
"Okay, okay, you don't have to defend yourself — it's a crazy theory, but the most logical one we have at the moment for a universe we no longer know all the rules to," said Fitz placatingly. "But what do we do now? Because that could be rather inconvenient at times."
"Well, we have to do what we do best — test the hypothesis," answered Simmons, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Fitz didn't think it was so obvious.
"You mean —?!"
"Take turns masturbating when the other person knows the other is doing it, to see if it still happens, if it goes both ways, things like that," answered Simmons. "And preferably with the person not masturbating able to see Ward and Skye as well to see if they seem to react at all. And carefully track time to see if our orgasms are perfectly matched, or if there's a noticeable delay — things like that."
"Right — we're going to just masturbate when we know the other knows we're doing it. That's not awkward at all," grumbled Fitz.
"You have permission to think about me when you're doing it, if that's part of the problem," said Simmons. "Do I you?"
"What?! Do you—? Why would you want to?!" exclaimed Fitz.
"Because you're pasty, and well-formed and symmetrical, and really quite handsome — as far as Scots go, anyway" replied Simmons, teasingly at the end.
"Well, uh…sure?" Fitz finally managed to get out after several seconds.
"Great! Then we're all set!" replied Simmons cheerfully. "I should probably take the first turn, since you just went. We'll see if we can find somewhere for you to observe both Skye and Ward at as well, and then I'll go to my bunk. It might take a few minutes, I'm not particularly in any need of a release at the moment, but I'm sure I can get myself aroused enough to make myself climax — for science, of course."
"Yeah — of course," mumbled Fitz, already starting to feel a bit of growth in his member just from their discussion.
~FSK~
Fifteen minutes later, Fitz was hiding behind a tablet when he felt it.
He was watching Ward and Skye play Scrabble, front and back cameras on his tablet turned on to record everything, in order to get the exact timestamps of when anyone looked like they felt anything. And speaking of feeling things, when Simmons' orgasm hit him, it wasn't too strong, something he could probably pass off with a coughing fit if it occurred completely out of the blue when he wasn't expecting it, but it was strong enough that it clearly wasn't going to be the best thing in the world if he (or conversely, she) was in the middle of an important situation. But it didn't cause him to ejaculate, which at least was a positive, though in this situation it did make his already at half-mast cock just from knowing that Simmons was in her bunk getting herself off, go closer to three-quarters, and he figured in future scenarios, simply the knowledge that Simmons' had got herself off was bound to arouse him at least a little, besides what getting the pleasure of a small orgasm would do on its own.
Once it was over, he stopped the cameras on his tablet and skipped back through the videos to find exactly when he'd felt it, and also whether Skye or Ward seemed to have had any reaction — as he certainly hadn't been paying attention to them as it washed over him to see. He quickly found the spot where he'd first felt it, making a note of the exact time down to the second for Simmons, before looking at Skye and Ward. Ward seemed as normal as ever, but —
Fitz knocked sharply on Simmons' bunk door, where she slid it open just enough for him to slide inside, before quickly shutting it closed again behind him.
"Skye's affected as well," Fitz said in a rush, sitting down on the edge of her bed next to her. "Ward seems as — well, Ward as ever, but you can definitely tell that Skye felt something, even if she does a good job of hiding it."
As he handed the tablet over to Simmons, he noticed for the first time exactly what she was wearing — or not wearing, to be more accurate. His long-time, distinctly female lab partner (not that he hadn't always been well aware of that fact, but he was even more acutely aware of it when it was scantily clad right in front of him), had on a pair of pajama bottoms that Fitz's mind not so helpfully supplied that she might not have any knickers on underneath at the moment, and a bra.
Just a bra — no shirt.
Fitz stared at her in shock, eyes glued to the pale lavender material and the smooth, freckled tops of her breasts filling out the cups. It had been briefly catching an eyeful of said bra earlier that day on the mission, when she'd already had her blouse off by the time he'd turned around to hand her a new shirt from the back of the SUV and before he'd been able to as quickly as possible turn away to give her her privacy, that had been the original instigator of the sequence of events that had led to this entire science project they were currently conducting — although it obviously still would have come up eventually, even if he hadn't needed to wank in the shower as soon as they got back this mission, as it's not like neither of them would have never masturbated again as long as they lived.
Meanwhile, as Fitz had his existential crisis over his best friend's lack of clothing, Simmons just sat there watching the video he'd handed her like nothing out of the ordinary was going on, seemingly completely unaware that he was staring at her.
"Jemma?" said Fitz hesitantly.
"Skye definitely seems affected, and Ward definitely does not," replied Simmons, not looking up from the tablet. "And the time stamps are dead on, so it definitely seems to be instantaneously transferred."
But that wasn't what Fitz was concerned about at the moment.
So very hesitantly, like he thought she might have missed this minor fact somehow, and not realized she was sitting there in front of him in nothing but her underwear, and when she did realize it was going to be embarrassed and blame him for seeing her like that, said, "You don't have any clothes on."
"Of course I do, Fitz, don't be silly — I have pajamas and a bra on. I just thought you might be more comfortable with pajamas than knickers," answered Simmons, still messing with the tablet in her hands.
Fitz stared at her in even more shock than before (if that was possible) that she wasn't more concerned about this than she was, until after several seconds of complete silence, Simmons finally looked over at her lab partner and best friend.
"Fitz, what is it?"
"But— you're— you're in your underwear and not trying to cover up!" Fitz finally managed to exclaim.
"Um, yeah? I didn't think you would mind this much — or mind at all, really," replied Simmons. "Do you want me to put a shirt on? I can put a shirt on."
She reached to grab her shirt off the bed beside her, when Fitz suddenly exclaimed, "No! I mean, only if you want to! I mean —"
Simmons turned back to him, leaving her shirt where it was, and placed her hands on either side of his face. He looked up at her face for the first time since he'd noticed how she was dressed.
"I would have put on more clothes if I minded you looking, Fitz. You're okay."
Fitz took a deep breath, nodding.
"Good. So now that that's settled, there's the mystery of Skye being affected as well, but not Ward. We were all in the room, fairly equally spaced out, and yet only three of us were affected."
"Age?" suggested Fitz, before adding jokingly, "Or you proposed earlier a soulmates theory — maybe we're all three soulmates."
Simmons blushed, before quickly saying in hopes that Fitz hadn't noticed, "Age — that is definitely a possibility. Though Ward isn't that much older than us, even if he looks several years older."
But Fitz had noticed, and even with his limited understanding of women, recognized the blush for what it was.
"Jemma! You have the hots for Skye!"
"Yeah, well — you clearly had a crush on her and were trying to flirt with her when she first came on board!" exclaimed Simmons in embarrassment-induced anger.
It took a second, before they both realized what they had just said, and they stared open-mouthed at each other for several long seconds.
"If we're both attracted to Skye…" began Simmons slowly.
"...what does that mean about you and I..." continued Fitz.
"...because this worked on all three of us," they finished together.
They were both silent for several seconds, until Simmons finally said shyly, "You are quite attractive. And we've been called work spouses almost as often as people have thought we were actual spouses."
"You're beautiful, and ever since I met you, I've never met any other girl that I thought could possibly be right for me, even if I didn't see you that way, either," said Fitz, before adding after a pause, "Well, I guess maybe until meeting Skye, but then you jumped out of the plane, and any feelings for her kind of disappeared."
"But you still have feelings for her now that it's been brought back up," nodded Simmons knowingly.
"But Skye's never showed any interest in either of us," said Fitz. "And I did flirt with her for a while — though maybe that was why she never returned any interest."
"I didn't do anything because I didn't know if she was into girls — well, for that matter, I didn't know I was — but I think more than my nonexistent flirting, and your completely fine, if slightly awkwardly cute flirting, is the fact that Skye thought we were already together, or at least should be," replied Simmons. "So she wasn't going to risk messing us up by acknowledging your flirting."
"Like she would go for both of us at the same time now, if that's what you're suggesting," muttered Fitz under his breath.
"She might be more inclined to once she finds out she's already stuck having our orgasms," replied Simmons. "She's already a part of us, whether she wants to be or not — might as well really enjoy it. And she's become really good friends with us really quickly, so it's not like she doesn't like us."
~FSK~
After supper that evening, FitzSimmons pulled Skye to the side, and asked her to come down to the lab with them.
"What's up?" asked Skye once they were down in the lab.
FitzSimmons shared a look between themselves, before Simmons answered, "Well, we know you're going to have a hard time believing us, but we think the 0-8-4 we got today had a very — unique — effect on the three of us, for a very — unique — reason."
"Okay…?"
Deciding the best way to go about this was to just say everything in a rush all at once while looking like a bright red tomato, Simmons proceeded to do exactly that.
"The-0-8-4-is-making-us-feel-each-other's-orgasms-because-all-three-of-us-are-soulmates."
The silence in the lab was deafening.
But eventually Skye managed to decipher everything Simmons had said, and got out a strangled, "What?"
"Every time one of the three of us has an orgasm, the other two feel a lesser version of it as well," answered Simmons at a slightly more normal speed, but still mimicking a tomato pretty well.
Misinterpreting what Simmons was actually saying, that every time one of FitzSimmons had climaxed that afternoon they knew that Skye had as well, Skye exclaimed, "Wait! — How did you know I—!?"
"Wait, you —? When did you—? Because we didn't feel anything except when one of us was doing it," exclaimed Fitz, catching what Skye was trying to say, and looking back and forth between the two girls.
"Right when we got back to the plane, in my bunk. It happened a lot quicker than I was expecting, but —"
"When you were showering!" exclaimed Simmons excitedly to Fitz, cutting Skye off. "Your climax set an already aroused Skye off early, but it all just blended together for me, and you were already coming so you only felt your own!"
Fitz contemplated what Simmons was saying for a few moments, before finally shrugging. "Seems as logical as any of the rest of this. And it was a little bit better than normal, now that I think about. I just chalked that up to — well, whatever it is that makes some orgasms better than others. That's your area, not mine."
"Wait, hold on, hold on, no, this does not make any logical sense," said Skye, shaking her head forcefully.
"Of course it does. We have several rounds of testing and video proof showing that you're affected by our orgasms, and we can prove it to you right now as well by each of us taking a turn in the supply closet while the other two wait here in the lab," replied Simmons.
"No, no, that's not what I —" Skye closed her eyes and took a deep breath, before opening them again and continuing, "That's not the part I'm talking about at the moment. Because yes, I had a bunch of unexplainable orgasms this afternoon, that I can clearly now blame on you two perverts, thanks for that. No, what I mean is, the soulmate part of this. First off, I wouldn't have expected you two to believe in soulmates, being scientists and all, even if you two clearly are the most soulmatiest soulmates to ever have mated souls. And secondly — exactly that! You two are soulmates, and I'm just a random third person who seems to have gotten caught up with the 0-8-4's effects!"
"That's where we think you're wrong," replied Simmons shyly.
"We had a long, highly scientific discussion when we figured out what was happening, and the truth is, we are both attracted to you," explained Fitz. "Attracted to each other, as well, yes, which we've spent ten years doing a really good job not acknowledging, but we're also both attracted to you. Now, you may or may not be attracted to us, but on our two thirds of the circle, this is possible — and no, we resolutely don't believe soulmates, it's sentimental nonsense."
Skye raised a pointed eyebrow at this last bit, before leaning back against the lab bench and staring up at the ceiling.
"You're crazy," she finally sighed after a while.
"And…?" pressed Simmons.
"And I might be too, if you're serious about this," answered Skye, finally looking back down at them. "But I want to know for absolute sure that this connection really, really exists before I consider it. Because the only reason I'd ever consider doing this is because this afternoon has already shown that it will be really inconvenient to get random orgasms out of the blue, and a lot of them if you two get together like you should — not to mention the fact it will be incredibly awkward knowing every time you two have sex. It's definitely not because I want to be in a three-way relationship with my favorite British lab nerds."
As Simmons smirked at her, Fitz simply said, "So how are we going to do this?"
"Ladies first? — And by that, I mean ladies get to stay out here waiting, knowing you're in there wanking," answered Simmons, smirk still firmly in place.
"I'm definitely thinking about you and your bra and boobs when I do it," grumbled Fitz under his breath, but turned and headed towards the supply closet anyway.
"Are we really doing this? Is Fitz really going into the supply closet to jerk off while we stand out here and wait to see if we come too?" said Skye shaking her head in disbelief, once Fitz had closed the door behind him.
"It's science," replied Simmons cheerfully.
"No, it's sex," retorted Skye.
"Sex can be science, too," answered Simmons with a smile. "And the scientific method of repeating the same thing over and over to see if it gives the same results, and making small changes to see how they affect the outcome, can be very enjoyable when it comes to sex — not that I would know personally, as my handful of times with the couple of guys I've been with never lasted long enough to get to any experimenting. Nor were any of them exactly the kind who would want to employ the scientific method to sex."
"Mine have all just been a flurry of passion. Miles was the closest thing I ever had to long-term, and even that wasn't really much," replied Skye.
They were silent for several seconds, before she asked, "Any idea about Fitz?"
"Virgin, I'm almost positive," answered Simmons. "At least, he never told me of any times, and we always talked about the few dates either of us ever went on, me more than him, and I told him about all the times I had sex, but he never told me any of his if he had them, so I don't think he has."
"So besides all three of us starting a three-person relationship when presumably none of us has ever been in one before, we also get to break in Fitz — or just straight up break him, as likely as not."
"He'll recover quickly, I'm sure, he's young and corruptible," smirked Simmons, before saying more seriously, "And it means that we get to teach him how to be exactly what we want in bed. But I do have to say, it'll be my first time with a girl."
"Yeah, me too," replied Skye. "But if there's anyone I'd do it with, it would be you."
~FSK~
A while later, they had each taken their turn testing FitzSimmons' very scientific hypothesis, and were standing around Fitz's lab bench again.
Their hypothesis had held up, and tapping into the BUS's security feed, they confirmed that no one else on the BUS had been affected by the 0-8-4 like they had.
"Are we really starting a trio based on the fact we happen to share orgasms now?" said Skye, shaking her head in disbelief as to what her day had become — and she had thought retrieving an 0-8-4 was going to be the most interesting part of her day.
"I certainly hope so," smiled Simmons shyly.
"It's not just the fact we share orgasms — though that is what caused us to realize we all three have feelings for each other," said Fitz, resolutely looking everywhere except at the two girls he knew he would soon be seeing naked.
Sensing his awkwardness, Skye looked over at him and asked gently, "Will this be your first time? And are you worried about not being able to make both of us as happy as you think we deserve to be?"
Fitz nodded his head, chancing a quick glance up at the hacker before returning his gaze back to his feet.
"Then Jemma dear — I think it's time we show him the ropes. Show him just how much we appreciate him being willing to go through this challenging new time with us, relax him a bit, and then teach him a thing or two about how to properly please a girl — or two."
"My dearest Skye — I do believe you're right. So come along, best friend and now boyfriend," answered Simmons, as both girls took one of Fitz's hands in one of theirs. "Let your two new girlfriends show you just what you've been missing."