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Fitz walked into his room and shut the door behind him.
We just...oh my god that was amazing.
Now he had a real experience kissing her, instead of just that video, and it was even better than he expected. He had no idea how he would control himself tomorrow during the mission, with her posing as his wife. She felt so good in his arms, it would be almost unbearable.
Simmons shut her cabin door, leaned against it and sighed. That was one of the most amazing things I've ever experienced...Her lips still seared from where his caressed, her legs shaky. She wanted more. She wanted to kiss him again and again. Maybe they would have the chance tomorrow, she thought.
They both fell into a light sleep, both considering marching over to the other's cabin and kissing the other till dawn.
Simmons woke up the next morning, excited beyond belief. She was going undercover, with Fitz, as his "wife", in Santorini, Greece. She got out of bed, threw some clothes on, and went to the kitchen for breakfast. The whole team was there, excluding Fitz, and they were starting to eat.
"Morning everyone!," Simmons said, quite chipper.
"Well, someone's happy today!" Skye said, "how was your night?" she asked, teasingly.
"Umm..well it was quite good thank you. Agent Ward, I think Leo and I have practiced as much as possible. I think we're ready," Simmons said, quite pleased with herself.
"We're definitely ready," came Fitz's voice as he rounded the corner. "Jemma and I have it down. We'll be dancing masters," he said, chuckling, while sitting down at the table, sharing a smile with Simmons.
Throughout the rest of breakfast, Fitz and Simmons shared quick glances at each other, flirty gazes, secret smiles. Even though they chalked the previous night's kiss as practice for the mission – that didn't change the fact that things were changing between them. They were no longer the platonic friends they had been for so many years. They didn't realize the entire team was fully aware of how obvious they were being.
"Well I think you two will be totally believable as a married couple," Skye said, giggling a bit, "You already act like one."
Fitz and Simmons shot a loaded look at each other. It was just about to become an incredibly awkward moment in front of everyone, when Coulson clapped his hands and said, "Briefing room, everyone, in five," and proceeded to get up and leave the room.
He was still wearing a suit.
"Does he ever not wear a suit?" Fitz asked.
Five minutes later, they were all in the briefing room. "Ok everyone, this is a big mission. It needs to be successful. FitzSimmons, you need to collect as much as you can on Gloemas, it's extremely crucial that you keep an eye on him during the party. But don't worry, if anything happens, we will have surveillance and can be inside within one minute. The main thing is, you must look like a real couple. The moment you're not believable, is the moment your cover is blown. Ok?" Coulson said, stressing the last part.
Fitz and Simmons looked over at each other, "Ok," they said in unison.
It was time to get ready for the mission. Skye had done Simmons makeup, and was now fixing Simmons hair, putting in beautiful curls, and a small shiny barrette in the back, to hold a strand in place.
"So..." Skye started, "you and Fitz..." she said, glancing up at Simmons. "Are you guys like together or something?"
I wish.
Simmons uncomfortably shifted in her seat, "Um no, we're just good friends."
"Oh so that's what you're calling it now? I saw you guys making googly eyes at each other at breakfast! What's going on with you two?" Skye pressed.
"We were NOT making googly eyes!" Simmons started, "We're just frien—"
"Cut the crap Jemma, what's going on?" she pressed further.
Simmons was quiet for a moment, trying to collect her thoughts. "Well, last night, we were practicing our dancing, and then he dipped me, and then we...kissed." she said, turning bright red.
"SHUT UP!" Skype practically yelled. "I knew something was going on! Oh my gosh, how was it? I need to know everything!"
"Well...it was practice for the mission...because we're most likely going to have to kiss for our cover, and we didn't want it to seem awkward.." she said, trying to change the direction of the question.
"That didn't answer my question. How was it?" Skye said, beaming with anticipation.
"It was good, I guess...it was practice after all."
You liar. It was the best thing you've ever experienced and you know it, Simmons thought. That kiss blew your world.
Skye stared straight at her, "was it hot?" trying to read her eyes.
Simmons paused for a moment, then said, "Very." Skye smirked upon hear that.
"Oh my gosh Skye, it was the hottest thing I've ever experienced!" Simmons gushed, unable to hold it in anymore. "It was so sexy, and UGH!" Simmons sighed loudly, throwing her hands in the air. "I can't stop thinking about him. All I want to do is make out with him when I see him. It's driving me insane! His hands..." she said, trailing off. "What am I suppose to do?" she said, looking up at Skye.
"Well, I'm not one to give relationship advice, because I suck at it, but I'd say, be responsive to what he does. Like pay attention to things he does around you, those things say a lot. My bet is that he feels the same way though."
Simmons smiled upon hearing that, but didn't believe it.
There was a knock at the door, May popped her head in. "Your dress is ready," and she brought it inside. "It should fit perfectly." And started to walk out.
"Oh my gosh Agent May did you hear that FitzSimmons-" Skye started, but stopped when Simmons gave her the death glare, "...practiced all night?" she tried to finish without bringing any attention to the former part of the sentence.
"That's great, the mission should go well. Finish getting ready, we're touching down in Greece soon," and she left.
Where did they get this dress from? Simmons wondered, we're on a plane!
Simmons had no idea what kind of dress she was wearing, she opened up the zipper case protecting it and gasped. Her confusion was wiped from her mind.
"It's so beautiful!"
The dress was a floor length, teal, with a v-neck and exposed back. There was also a leg slit that would land mid-thigh. Simmons stared at the dress. She had never worn anything so beautiful before, so sexy.
"I can't wear this." She said.
"Why not?" Skye said, "you're going to look hot! Fitz is going to go bananas when he sees you!" she said with great enthusiasm. Simmons blushed at that last comment.
"I've never worn anything so...revealing before," she said quietly.
"Oh..well now is your chance! I know you're used to being in a lab, wearing those boxy lab coats, but now girl," she paused, "is your time to turn into a butterfly." She said as she smiled, then laughed at that last comment. "Ok, maybe that took it too far, but you're going to look amazing. Put it on!" she said, helping Simmons into the dress.
Fitz was waiting in the cargo bay, fully dressed in his tux, examining himself in the windshield reflection of the SUV. He was impressed how well the tux fit, it was perfectly tailored to him. Who tailored this? He wondered. Images of Coulson with a needle and thread crossed his mind, making him chuckle.
I wonder why I was given a teal tie...that's a strange color for a tie.
Coulson walked up to Fitz, "before I forget, here," he said, taking a small pouch out of his pocket and putting it in Fitz's hand.
"What is this?"
"It's the wedding rings. Don't forget to put them on. It's an important part of your cover—oh, here comes Simmons," he said, looking to the right.
Fitz looked to his right, and his jaw dropped. He was taken away by the sheer beauty of the woman in front of him. She was the singularly most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Her dress – teal – he smirked upon realizing they matched – fit her perfectly, hugging her every curve. He saw more of her leg in that dress, than he'd ever seen in all the years he'd known her, the slit teasing him. His eyes travelled back up to her eyes, where they were sparkling with excitement.
Just keep it cool Fitz, keep it cool.
I can't keep it cool!
He knew at that point, he'd have to kiss her again sometime that night.
As Simmons walked towards Fitz, her breath caught. Fitz looked so utterly handsome in a tuxedo, with a matching tie to boot! Her eyes trailed down his body, and back up to his face. Their eyes caught each other and they grinned like idiots.
"Fitz, Simmons, are you ready for this?" Coulson said as she walked up to them.
"I think so sir. Affectionate, dancing, intellectual conversation, I think we're ok." He answered, still unable to take his eyes off Simmons.
"Alright, here are your communicators," he handed them miniature ear pieces that they had invented and they stuck them in their ears. "We'll be able to hear everything you guys do, and we'll have total surveillance of the place."
"Also," he said, "your cover names are Mr and Mrs Williams, you can keep your first names." He said. "We have a driver that will bring you to the event, we'll be coming in a separate vehicle. Good luck!" he finished, while walking them out to a limo.
Skye and Ward watched them from the entrance of the cargo bay. "How long before they make out?" Skye said, side-glancing at Ward.
Ward looked at her and laughed, "Those two? They're pretty oblivious; I don't think it's going to happen tonight."
Oh but I know better, Skye thought, remembering her conversation with Jemma.
"I think it'll happen tonight." Skye said, "Wanna put your money where your mouth is?" giving him a sexy glance.
"I like how you think."
"I know you do," Skye said with a flirty smile, and they shook on it.
Fitz and Simmons looked at each other and Fitz opened the limo door, holding it open for her, making her blush.
"After you, my lady," he said in a mock English accent.
"Why thank you, kind sir," she replied, flashing him a smile.
She stepped inside a very fancy limo, and Fitz followed right behind her. Coulson closed the door, said "Be safe," and then they were off on their very first mission.
The first few minutes in the limo were totally silent, but Fitz and Simmons were checking each other out, unknown to the other.
His eyes traveled up her one exposed leg, stopping on her mid-thigh. Oh dear. This is going to be painful, he thought.
Oh my gosh, he looks so good. How am I suppose to be next to him all night and not go insane? Maybe I should just kiss him right now. We have privacy. These things happen in limos! It could be part of our cover!
Kiss her, just kiss her. Don't kiss her. Kiss her. Don't kiss her!
"Fitz-"
"Simmons-" they said at the exact same time, and both chuckled lightly.
"You first," she said.
"Let's just—um be careful tonight, ok?" he said. That was not what he intended to say. He wanted to say, "I love you," but he right well knew that wouldn't happen tonight.
"Also," he said, remembering the rings and pulling them out of his pocket, "we have to wear these," he said, opening the little package.
He picked up Simmons ring, and grabbed her left hand, and without breaking eye contact, slowly guided the ring on her finger, saying, "Mrs. Williams," while doing so.
She gasped. He was putting a wedding band on her finger. And she was rightfully freaking out. It was beautiful, and something she only thought would happen in her dreams, but it was happening in real life—sort of.
Simmons then picked up his ring, grabbed Fitz's left hand, and slowly slid the ring on his finger, "Mr. Williams."
They were both beaming, staring into each other's eyes intensely, when the limo driver rolled down the partition, saying, "we're here."
They broke their gaze to get out of the limo, Fitz offering Simmons his hand as she stepped out.
They both looked at the gala they were about to attend. Their first mission, undercover, together.
"Are you ready?" Fitz asked.
"Ready," Simmons replied
They shared a quick smile, Fitz taking her hand in his, and walked inside.
What's going to happen undercover? That's all coming soon!
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