Drabble 89: Song of Experience

"Are you sure?" Fitz asked.

Jemma looked at him and partially smiled. "It is our anniversary, Fitz. We have to celebrate."

"Anniversary? But we haven't been together for a year yet."

She walked up to him, her voice a low murmur. "A different kind of anniversary."

She saw the comprehension settle in his eyes, and a light blush lit up his cheeks. "I did quite enjoy that night."

"Then let's revisit it. And this time we can actually have the whole night, instead of stolen moments when Mack was gone."

Fitz kissed her forehead, brushing back her hair. "I think it's a brilliant idea, Jem."

She pulled him down to a seat, putting her arms behind his neck. "Then let's start preparing."

When Jemma stepped through the doorway of the hotel in Bucharest, Romania, a tremor ran through her as the memory of that night flashed through her mind. Fitz, holding her hands and telling her they were frozen, then braving it anyway as they fell back onto the bed. She touched one of her hands now, to see if they were cold. Perfectly warm.

"So how should we do this?" she asked, looking at Fitz as he closed the door.

His hand lingered on the doorknob for a few seconds, and then he turned and strode towards her, one hand reaching to hold her back while the other cupped behind her neck, pulling her closer and setting his mouth to hers. She smiled against his lips, and he leaned back to look at her.

"Right." She murmured. "Don't think."

"Just act." He whispered, his voice huskier than normal. He grabbed her and started kissing her again, his mouth opening and inviting her in, and she pulled him back towards the bed, falling back onto it and pulling him with her. She reached her hands up to cup his face, touching his cheeks with the back of her hands. God she loved his face, his body. Loved him. All of him.

She started unbuttoning his shirt as he traced hot and slow kisses down her neck, lingering by her collarbone, sending her eyelids fluttering. There was a fire everywhere his lips touched, filling her with an intoxicating, burning need. For him. She worked the last button free and took the shirt off of him with abrupt, jerking motions, moving her hands over his bare chest and shoulders. She felt every dip and muscle as she traced her fingers over his skin, and heard him sigh deeply. She supposed it wasn't fair for her to get to do this when he couldn't, and he seemed to have the same thought, because he started feverishly pulling at her shirt, ripping it over her head and throwing it to the side. She kissed the side of his jaw, running one hand through his short hair and gripping the back of his neck as his fingers moved to the back of her bra, lost in him.

The night passed quickly. Much more quickly than either of them thought it would. When they lay next to each other under the covers, half asleep, Jemma lay her head on Fitz's chest. He circled one arm around her. "Are you happy with tonight?" he murmured.

She sighed as she smiled, completely content and relaxed. "As happy as I've ever been." She whispered.

He leaned over and kissed her temple, lightly, sweetly. She closed her eyes, falling asleep in his arms.

"Jem. Jem."

Jemma opened her eyes and looked at Fitz, waking up fully. "What is it?" she mumbled.

"I just wanted to make sure you know where I am. I'm taking a shower."

She smiled at him, grateful. Yes, she probably would have figured it out when she heard the water running, but waking up with him gone wouldn't have been good. Especially since they were away from home, and trouble seemed to like finding them. She watched him grab his toothbrush and burrowed deeper into her pillow, trying to call sleep back to her. But it was a lost cause.

She got up and grabbed her clothes, pulling on the pajama shorts she hadn't actually used and reaching for her tee shirt. She had just grabbed it when the bathroom door opened behind her, and she looked over her shoulder to see Fitz staring at her back. She saw the movement of his throat when he swallowed, the flush that entered his cheeks. He cast her a light smile before going back into the bathroom. She heard the water turn on.

Her eyes went to the shirt held loosely in her grip, and she tossed it onto the bed, walking into the bathroom. She heard Fitz's exclamation as she drew back the shower curtain, but he didn't complain when she stepped in with him. Far from it. His hair was curling from the steam, his cheeks pink from the heat of it. And his kind eyes seemed twice as loving as he took her in, his mouth open and curved up at the edges in a combination of shock and pleasure.

"Hope you don't mind if I join you." Jemma said playfully.

"N- No, not at all." He said, stammering slightly. "You've never done this before."

"I decided to just act." She said in a teasing voice.

He pulled her closer to slowly kiss her on the lips. As she went under the stream of water she felt her hair fall flat against her back, heavy from the water. She leaned slightly away from him. "We can't waste water." She hated being a scientist, just in this moment. It was keeping her from staying in here with Fitz.

He kissed her again, trying to intensify it, but Jemma backed away before things progressed too far, out of reach of the waterfall. She shook her head, unable to go through with her impulsive act. "You need to finish your shower."

A few minutes later, when Fitz emerged from the bathroom in jeans with his hair damp, Jemma looked at him from the edge of the bed and chuckled. She had left and gotten dressed for the day, brushing out her wet hair. She was just fingering through it, considering putting it in a ponytail, but the expression on Fitz's face made her stop and laugh.

"You left." He accused. But unlike the last time he had said this to her, there was no hurt now. Only playfulness.

"I think I made my point." She said.

He shook his head, smiling wistfully. "You bloody well did. I couldn't focus on my shower after that. It was at the perfect temperature."

"Pity." She said. "How on Earth can I make it up to you?"

"Well… it wasn't that big a deal." He walked up to her, holding her close. She put her hands on his back, returning the innocent embrace. "I love you, Jem." He whispered.

"I love you too."

"This is an anniversary, yeah? So we get to do it again next year?"

She smiled at him. "Absolutely."

A/N: There's the second part. Very different feel than the last one, right? Haha. I am counting it as two separate drabbles, but do you see the connection now? The parallel structure, but completely different tone? I had so much fun writing these two pieces. I hope you enjoyed them too.

By the way: did you catch the references to past episodes? I put a few references in both of these. For example, the pasty, sun-kissed comment in the innocence fic, a throwback to season one. Anyway, thanks for reading!