Fitz wrapped his arm around Daisy, palming her breast.
They were lying naked on a makeshift bed in one of the lab storage closets, both coming down from their releases.
"You know, I think my wife is beginning to get suspicious of how much time I'm spending with you," he whispered into her ear, his warm breath sending sparks of arousal shooting through her even though she knew they didn't have time to go again.
Daisy giggled, destroying the seriousness he was going for.
"You mean, she doesn't think we're just inventorying the storage room like I say we are when I sweep into the lab to drag you in here every afternoon — the storage closet that you two keep meticulously ordered and inventoried yourselves every evening before you leave the lab, that literally has the makeshift bed in it that you two set up for your own rendezvous?" she asked innocently. "How could she have ever gotten the idea that we aren't actually working?"
Fitz rolled his eyes — he should have known better than to think his girlfriend would play along.
Of course his wife knew, she was the one who had encouraged him to start dating Daisy as well in the first place — though using his and Simmons' mid-day relief closet for her own trysts with him had entirely been Daisy's idea. And technically, they hadn't ever told Simmons that that was what they were doing in there every afternoon, but it was hard to think of anything else she could possibly think they doing — Daisy didn't even directly work with the lab except on a rare occasion, so she would have no interest in or responsibility to be doing any inventorying for them, or even know what half the stuff they were 'inventorying' every afternoon was.
Most of the lab techs who worked for FitzSimmons, however, didn't know that it was a sanctioned relationship, and while he'd got a few looks thrown his way from time to time, he was surprised none of them had ratted his and Daisy's affair out to Simmons yet. Who he expected would listen with appropriate graveness, before having a good laugh about it with him in their bed that night before making their own love, and then having another good laugh about it with Daisy in the kitchen when the two of them ran across each other the next time Simmons was making tea and Daisy was raiding the cupboards for anything edible.
"You know, I was trying to make this sound scandalous," Fitz grumbled into the back of Daisy's neck, before peppering it lightly with kisses. "Like we actually are doing something wrong."
"Ah, yes, the allure of a forbidden relationship," smirked Daisy, even though she knew he couldn't see her face from where he was spooning her from behind. "When it turned out you could no longer skirt Section 17 since that Shield ceased to exist and all of its rules with it, you married Jemma so you could pick me up as your side-chick so you could still try to have a secret, illegitimate relationship. Except you weren't really breaking Section 17 because everyone already thought you were together for a decade before you actually finally had sex, and you're still not breaking any rules or vows now because your wife is the one who finally got us together. Which has to make you like the absolute worst person at cheating that there's ever been."
"Yes, yes, rub it in that popular-perception-me has a decade more sex with Jemma than real-me has," groused Fitz. "And that it took my wife knowing me better than I know myself for her to see that I like you as well and tell me to start sleeping with you in addition to her."
Daisy twisted around in his arms to face him, knowing how easy it was for his insecurities to pop back up, no matter how much he tried to hide it from them.
Pecking him lightly on the nose, she rested her hand gently on his cheek and said seriously, "But we're all here now, and we always will be — or at least you and Jemma always will be, and I'll be here as long as you want me and Jemma will let me."
Then she smiled softly, and continued on, "Anyway, secret relationships aren't all they're cracked up to be — trust me, I would know. I nearly lost my place in this family, and never would have had the opportunity to be here, right now, because of my own secret relationship I tried hiding from you guys. So enjoy sneaking around as far as it concerns the Shield agents and lab techs who aren't in the know, but don't forget that when it really comes down to it, it's much better to be able to freely love the people you love, and not have to try to stay hidden in the shadows with all the guilt that comes from actually doing something wrong."
Fitz leaned forward to capture her lips with his, pouring into his kiss all the words Daisy knew he'd have a hard time figuring out how to say out loud.
Pulling back slowly, he rested his forehead against hers, finally saying, "Thank you. You — both of you — always know exactly what I need to hear. I love you, Daisy."
"Love you too, Fitz," replied Daisy, leaning forward to peck him lightly on the lips, before pulling back all the way. "But we really need to get going, or Coulson might actually get upset with us if we're away from our jobs any longer. He's only grudgingly letting us sneak off in the middle of the afternoon as it is, we shouldn't give him any reason to call us out on it."
Fitz nodded, and they both sat up to find their clothes where they were scattered all around the floor in their haste to be divested of the offending articles as quickly as possible when they'd come in a little while earlier. They hurriedly dressed, giving each other a quick once-over to make sure neither of them looked too much like they'd just been doing exactly what they'd just been doing, before unlocking the door and walking back out into the lab. Several of the lab techs gave them both fleeting glances as they exited the storage closet, but none of them said anything, or otherwise made any indication that they'd seen them reappearing together.
But as Fitz walked back over to his desk and Daisy headed out of the lab to meet up with Coulson, Simmons ever so briefly flashed them both knowing smirks, before turning back to her own work like nothing was out of the ordinary.