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Fitz and Simmons returned quickly to their table, holding hands in the process. As they sat down, Sharon looked at them with a small smile.

"Where did you two disappear to?"

Fitz and Simmons looked at each other. "Oh, just wanted some fresh air is all," Simmons said, giving the woman a smile. She knew from the look on the woman's face that she thought they were up to something else, a hint of blush spreading on her cheeks. If she only knew, she thought.

"So, your husband, Mr. Gloemas, he has done some fascinating work. I would love the opportunity to talk to him. Will he be joining us this evening?" Fitz said. He knew they'd eventually have to get near him to see if he was planning anything.

A Waltz came on, and Sharon jumped up. "Ah, there's one way I'll get to see my husband tonight, and that's by dancing. See you two in a bit!" and she quickly left the table to look for her husband.

"Guys, get on the dance floor. Here's your chance to get near him. Remember what I taught you. Get close and bug him if you can." Ward said in their ears.

Fitz and Simmons rose, and started walking towards the dance floor. She could feel Fitz's hand resting on the small of her back, guiding her towards the dancing figures. She could still feel the kiss they had shared in the hallway, the way he so gently touched his lips to hers. It was perfect. Her stomach fluttered at the thought. She was amazed at how quickly her feelings had changed for him, or rather, how quickly she realized her feelings were always there. She thanked biology that the substance that ultimately led to where they were now, had no negative side-effects, other than bringing them together in an extremely awkward way at first—and still not technically together, but it had changed things.

Fitz led her to the dance floor, his hand lightly touching the small of her back. He couldn't focus on the mission with Simmons so near him. After they kissed in the hallway, Simmons had looked up at him with such intensity, that it pierced through him, right down to his very soul. This wasn't a mere crush. He had fallen in love with the young woman in front of him since the day they first met, and it had only been growing for years. But to tell her? No, Fitz thought. It would only wreck what we have.

As they assumed their position on the dance floor, Fitz gave Simmons a small tug by the hand, bringing her towards him. She placed one of her arms around him, and linked her other hand in his. When Fitz moved to place his hand on her mid-back, they both slightly jumped, forgetting that Simmons had been wearing a bare-back dress, the contact startling both of them. They started dancing, both trying to desperately remember what Ward had taught them.

"Jemma..." Fitz started, wanting to tell Simmons that she looked gorgeous beyond belief, and that she was his Sun, what he circled around, and lived to see each day. But he couldn't. It was too late for him to back out though, as Simmons was looking at him, wondering what he was going to say.

"Yes?" she said quietly, not sure what to expect. The whole mission was the most romance she had ever felt, and yet it was exactly that - a mission. Part of her was just glad she could experience it, but at the same time, felt a deep sadness that it wasn't real.

Breath Fitz, he thought. You can do this.

"Jemma, you look stunningly beautiful tonight," he managed, without passing out.

Breathe. Well done

She was giving him that look again.

Jemma was in utter shock, held her breathe, expecting to wake up from the dream which she was sure she was having. Fitz thinks I'm...I'm beautiful? It must be for the cover, she thought.

She let out a small, genuine smile, having clearly been complimented, and a little giggle, she somehow found the words, "Thank you...I have to say, you're looking especially handsome tonight," with a light blush spreading across her face, causing Fitz to redden as well.

"I wish they would just make out already!" Skye yelled from inside the van, Ward just managing to turn off the microphone in time so they wouldn't hear her minor outburst.

"What is your obsession with them being together?" Ward said, clearly agitated.

"Honestly, can't you see them? They are literally the only two people for each other and perfect in every way. Plus, they bicker like an old married couple."

"Skye, things aren't always that simple."

"Yes, yes it is. When there's chemistry between two people," she said, turning to look at him, "it's powerful," she said, keeping her eyes glued to his. "And there's tons of it here –I mean there" she continued, looking away from him quickly, and pointing to the surveillance video they were watching.

It was now Fitz's turn to be shocked. He stopped dancing, much to Simmons surprise, the mission now far away from both their minds. He raised his hand to Simmons cheek, and cupped it tenderly, running his thumb along her face, when a dancing couple ran into them, ruining their moment.

"Oops, sorry!" the couple said apologetically, and they looked towards who ran into them, and it was Sharon and her husband, Jeff Gloemas.

"Here's your chance guys. Don't mess it up." Ward said sternly.

"Ah Jeff!" Sharon started, "here's the young couple I was just telling you about.

"Oh the two married scientists, yes?" Gloemas said, looking at them intently.

"Yes, I'm Fi-Leo, and this if my wife Jemma," he said, turning to look at her as he said her name.

"Ah yes, my wife has been raving about you two during this whole song. It seems she was quite taken by you two. She's told me that you'd like to discuss some of my theories. Maybe after we dance with our wives a bit, young man, what do you say?"

"Say yes." Ward said.

"I would love to," Fitz said, not quite sure what he was signing himself up for.

A salsa song came on, which made Fitz and Simmons anxious.

"Uhh—I don't know about you Jemma, but I don't know how to salsa."

"Me neither, let's sit." She said

"Oh no you don't!" Jeff Gloemas said to them, walking towards them. "Listen Leo, I will give you marriage advice right now. Any time a salsa comes on, even if you're the worst dancer in the world, you dance that salsa with you wife! You hear me?"

"Yes sir," Fitz said, looking at Simmons, and they awkwardly linked arms, unsure what to do.

"Sway your hips guys, it's all in the hips." They heard Ward say.

They awkwardly started swaying their hips in random directions, oddly reminding Simmons of their embarrassing video, and she burst out laughing.

Fitz looked at her with a confused expression, "Did I miss something?"

"It just reminded me of the," she paused, "twerk," and she started laughing again.

"Oh God no," Fitz said, putting his face in his hands. "That was so embarrassing," and they continued laughing, while jerking their hips in odd directions. Fitz felt glad that they were sharing this light-hearted moment. Lately it felt like they were in a good place—weird –but good. This felt like things were getting back to normal.

"Guys!" they heard Skye yell, "Stop, please stop dancing. You're burning my eyes!"

"We're coming in. Put on your dancing shoes Skye," they heard Ward say.

"Oh yeah, sexy dance is about to happen!"

"Stop it Skye."

Fitz and Simmons looked at each other, the confusion clearly written on their faces. Thirty seconds later, Skye and Ward entered the dance floor, dressed like the gala servers, linked arms and started dancing.

And dance they did.

Simmons was acutely aware that her jaw was hanging open, and Fitz was a mirrored image of her. Skye and Ward were doing the salsa, but man was it sexy. It could have been a scene out of a movie. Fitz, nor Simmons knew how it was possible to dance so sexily. Simmons wasn't even sure if her body could move like that.

Fitz was studying their movements. It's like they're on a swivel! He thought. He wished he could have danced like that with Jemma, but knowing him, he knew he'd probably end up inflicting pain on himself. But he really wanted to try anyway.

"Um Jemma," he said, looking at her, already embarrassed.

"Yes?"

"Do you want to try dancing...like that?" he said sheepishly, pointing at Skye and Ward.

"You...want to dance like that?" Simmons said, clearly shocked, Fitz nodded. She already knew her answer was yes, and she wanted to shout it from the rooftops, but she really wasn't sure that two lab scientists such as themselves were capable of the types of movements that Ward and Skye were doing on the floor.

"Umm...sure." she said, feeling her body getting excited. She really had no idea what to expect out of this, but was glad she could be close to Fitz.

Fitz didn't know where to put his hands. Ward had the usual dance stance, hand on hip and hand in hand, then he'd only be holding one hand, and he'd be spinning her, then he'd have both arms tightly gripping her waist, with her arms around his neck, pressed up against each other's bodies.

Oh God, they're grinding, he thought. I can't do this.

He then realized that studying their movements, trying to learn a format, would not help him. His engineering brain could not calculate this dance, and it infuriated him. They'd simply have to feel it out. He turned towards Jemma, and she looked as terrified as he felt.

"May I...have this attempt at a dance?" Fitz asked with a smirk.

Simmons gave a small laugh, put her hand in his, and he put his hand on her waist, and his hand in her hand. Neither of them felt scared once they were in each other's arms. Even though they had absolutely no idea what they were doing, or how to dance this properly, they felt safe and content.

A new song came on, it was another salsa.

"They seem to both be going to one side, then back to the other, then a spin." Simmons said, trying to calculate the dance as Fitz previously had.

"Let's just try, and see what happens," Fitz said.

They started moving from side to side, trying to sway their hips. Fitz was very stiff in his movements, which made it harder for Simmons to dance.

"Leo, loosen up!" Simmons said, playfully, putting both her hands on his hips, and tried to move them in circles, "your hips need to move more!"

"I need a drink," he said suddenly, running off the dance floor, leaving Simmons. He returned only moments later, with four shot glasses in hand, much to Simmons surprise.

"Leo, I've never seen you like this. Are you ok?" she asked, taking two whiskey shots from his hand.

"I'm grand." He said, shooting his two drinks, Simmons watching him in concern and then shot her two drinks, looking slightly worried in the process. We've had our fair share of whiskey tonight, she thought. Then Fitz ran the glasses to a table, placed them down, and ran back to her. "Let's do this," he said, and he gripped her waist tightly, bringing her close.

Simmons was overwhelmed by Fitz. She didn't know if it was his new-found courage, or that he grabbed her so forcefully, or the fact that his eyes bore into hers, that made her heart quicken. Simmons managed to sway her hips in a way she never had, with Fitz's one hand on her hip, moving with the sway.

Fitz himself had done a pretty good job at moving his hips too, once he decided to loosen up, the alcohol may have helped. To others, they may have looked like the most awkward dancers in the world, but to each other, they were perfect.

"I'm going to spin you now," Leo said, wanting to give her notice. He spun her around, and brought her back to him with a force that could've knocked him over if he had not been ready. They continued to move. Fitz watched the mesmerizing movement of her hips.

They were both so oblivious to everything around them, that they didn't even realize that Skye and Ward had a purpose for dancing in the first place. They had made their way over to Mr. and Mrs. Gloemas, and Ward bugged him, all without anyone noticing. But they continued dancing, even when that had been completed their mini mission. And anyone watching, could tell they were enjoying it.

Simmons had never seen her partner like this before. Sure, she had seen him slightly intoxicated, even drunk from time to time, as friends sometimes do, but she wondered if he had taken a few others shots when she wasn't looking, as he was acting completely out of character.

They moved in total awkward sync with one another, a complete pair.

Since they were both so busy in the lab, and preoccupied with other things most of the time, neither of them really worked out, and the quick pace and foot movement of the song made both their hearts quicken, for far more reasons than one.

With her breath quickening, she felt Fitz's presence intoxicating. Or maybe that was just the alcohol? He spun her once again, and when she returned to him this time, he pulled her even closer, placing both his hands on her waist, feeling the movement of her body with both his hands.

Simmons couldn't describe what she was feeling. She felt drunk, but not from alcohol. The way Fitz had his hands on her waist made her lightheaded, like she had been around too many chemicals in the lab. He was looking at her in a way he never had, and she couldn't pull her eyes away.

Fitz could not take his eyes off her. This was it. This was his endgame. He wanted to be with the woman in front of him, and dance with her for the rest of his life. He wanted to feel her in his arms, see her face every minute of every day, see her smile.

Fitz could tell the song was coming to an end, so he spun her one last time, pulled her back with a firm tug, bringing her back to him quickly, and as she returned, she threw her leg around his waist, like she had seen so many times in the movies, surprising him. And it was even better than she had fantasized. Fitz put his hand around her leg to steady her, both their hearts beating rapidly. That whiskey may have gotten to their heads a wee bit more than expected.

"I'm going to dip you now," Fitz said, with his hand still on her leg, and lowered her slowly with the other arm.

She returned up again, bringing her forehead towards his, touching them together, both of them staring intensely into one another's eyes, breathing heavily on each other's skin.

"I'm impressed," they heard Skye say, "did you teach them that?"

"Wish I could take credit for that, but nope."

"Daaaaammmn. That was hot." And they both agreed that it was.

Clapping was heard from their right, and they broke eye contact to see where it came from, is was Mr. and Mrs. Gloemas. Fitz and Simmons slowly untangled themselves from each other, Fitz, lowering her back to the ground, and Simmons, releasing her grip on him.

"My, my, now I know what you mean darling! They're clearly in love!" Fred said, looking at them with delight.

"You two must stay the night!" Sharon said with excitement.

"Sorry?" they both asked at the same time.

"I don't understand" Simmons said, truly confused.

"This building is a hotel. We have extra rooms, since some guests couldn't make it. You can stay in their place. You two must stay overnight, there's a gorgeous balcony, and then tomorrow you can be on your way! After we discuss theories during breakfast that is" Mr. Gloemas said, "It's been far too much of a long day for that kind of talk now, so how about tomorrow, and you two can share a romantic night in Santorini?"

"Say yes," they heard Ward say, whom had disappeared, along with Skye. "Congratulations guys, you'll be spending the night."

"I want to spend the night in Santorini!" Skye protested.

"You will be."

"Yeah, in a VAN! I wanna go outside!"

"Maybe later."

"Ward!"

Fitz and Simmons looked at each other for pretend confirmation, before looking back at Fred, and saying in unison, "We'd love to."

Only 15 minutes later, they were following Mr. and Mrs. Gloemas down the hall towards their room, number 29.

"Alright you two lovebirds, you have a good night!" Sharon said, winking, making them both turn red—she seemed to have that sort of effect on them.

"See you in the morning, and—thanks for this." Fitz said, as Fred nodded and they left.

Fitz turned the lock in the key, and they opened the door to a large, majestic looking room, with Grecian decorations.

Then, at the same time, both their eyes drifted towards the bed, to each other, and then back to the bed.

There was only one.

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