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This chapter is a bit of a change of pace, I'd like to know what you think of it!

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They entered what looked to be a honeymoon suite, their eyes looking everywhere but the bed. Once they both realized there was only one, and of course there was only one, they were suppose to be married after all, they looked anywhere else, to avoid the awkwardness of the situation.

"Guys, you're done for the night. Get some rest. You'll have to be alert for your discussion with Fred tomorrow. You can take your earpieces out, you should be safe. If anything happens though, contact us immediately. We'll take turns keeping tabs on you."

"Thanks Ward," Fitz said

"Night guys!" they heard Skye say, "Don't do anything naught-" and the line went dead, most likely Ward pulled the plug, so she couldn't finish. Upon hearing that, they both pulled out their earpieces. Free at last, they both thought. Simmons had gotten extremely warm from Skye's latest comment, and decided she needed some air.

"Let's go look at this balcony," she said, walking towards the door. She opened it and immediately stopped when she saw the view. The side of the hotel they were on had a view of the ocean, the waves lapping on the shore beneath them. Even though it was dark, she could see the famous white houses line the island, with the blue rooftops peeking out amongst the dark sky, and the moon's reflection in the water. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. "Wow..." was all she could utter.

"What is it?" Fitz asked, making his way towards the door to see why Simmons had stopped. When he saw the view, he too stopped.

Simmons stepped onto the balcony and leaned her arms against the railing, basking in the phenomenal view, then closed her eyes and smelled the salty breeze all around her. Fitz joined her on the balcony, and leaned right next to her. Normally, in a circumstance like this, he would stare at the view in sheer amazement, but he could not take his eyes off the absolute beauty next to him. There she was, eyes closed, the Grecian breeze wafting in her hair. The moment was so peaceful, and perfect and silent, until Simmons broke the silence.

"Beautiful isn't it?

"Mmmhmmm...yeah," Fitz responded, still only looking at her. When she finally opened her eyes, he looked away quickly, not wanting her to see he had been staring at her along. He may have been able to stare at her all night long in the gala, but there they were married, and now he had no excuse.

"Can you imagine living in a place like this?" she said, her mind drifting to a future where they were together, living along the coast of this beautiful country.

"It would be beautiful. But let's be real Jemma. I'm Scottish, you're English. We'd be as red as lobsters after the first day in the sun." He said, laughing a bit.

Simmons gave a big appreciative laugh, "It's true. We're definitely not designed to be sun-kissed," she said with a smirk.

They shared a familiar smile.

Fitz wasn't sure how they were going to spend the entire night together. They were not undercover anymore, and he wanted to kiss her so badly, but he knew he couldn't. They weren't Mr. and Mrs. Williams anymore, they were FitzSimmons again. Still, even though nothing would come of it, he had to admit that he was over the moon that he could still be next to her, in a place as romantic as where they were.

"You know what would make this even better?" Fitz said?

"What?"

"I'll be right back," and Fitz walked back into the room. On the table was a bottle of champagne, and two glasses. Definitely the honeymoon suite, he thought. He grabbed the bottle and glasses and went back outside.

"Champagne would make this even better," he said as he passed Simmons the glasses.

She watched him with intrigue, as he opened the bottle with a pop of the cork, it flew off the balcony, onto the city below, as he poured the bubbly drink into the glasses.

"To Mr. and Mrs. Williams!" he said, as they touched their glasses together, giggling slightly, and sipped it slowly.

There was an awkwardness in the air between them. Simmons had gone over the salsa in her head many times while standing on that balcony, and it made her feel like her legs were going to give out on her. What was I thinking? She thought, remembering how she threw her leg around his waist. How embarrassing! Oh I hate alcohol. Makes me do things I normally wouldn't. I wonder if I made Fitz feel awkward? I guess I could just pretend it was part of the cover?

Truth is, Fitz made Simmons feel sexy during that dance. They had spent so much time together platonically in the past, that gender wasn't really an issue, however after doing the salsa together with him running his hands along her waist and down her sides, Fitz was clearly the man, and she was clearly the woman. She had experienced a masculinity in Fitz that he had never shown before.

She needed to break the silence, before the awkwardness was unbearable.

"So that was interesting tonight, wasn't it?"

He looked up at her with wide eyes, "Yes. Definitely a new experience for the both of us!" he said, his mind glazing over everything that happened that evening.

They settled into a light conversation, neither talking about anything important, but just enjoying each other's company. While they both leaned on the railing, looking out at the view, and sipping on their drink, they had both unconsciously moved towards one another, and were now shoulder to shoulder.

"What do you think they're doing right now?" Skye asked.

"FitzSimmons? Probably talking about science things." Ward said.

"You don't think they're getting it on?" Skye asked with a laugh.

Ward laughed too upon hearing this, "Definitely not. I think if anything happens with those two, it'll be slow and painful for all of us to witness"

Skye stopped for a moment to look at him, "Wow, you're really good at reading people, aren't you?"

"Well...that is part of my job. I need to read people. It's crucial."

"So then tell me Agent Ward," she said with a small smile, "What am I thinking right now?"

Ward studied her carefully, "that you want to go outside?"

Truthfully, she wanted Ward to kiss her, right then, right now. They had been dancing around each other for months, and she was fed up. It's not the right time, she thought. "Bingo!" she said, reaching for the van door, Ward grabbing an earpiece in case FitzSimmons needed them, and followed her out the door.

Skye stepped outside to a light breeze, and breathed it in. "Free at last!" she said, as she stretched her arms high above her head, Ward watching her out of the corner of his eye.

Skye quickly walked to the ledge and looked down, shaking her head in wonder. "You know, even though I've been stuck in that stupid van all evening, I'm glad I was stuck with you," she said, looking at him.

Ward paused and looked back at her, "Well I have to say, this has been the most fun I've had in a van before. I'm usually working with other guys and the B.O. gets ridiculous."

"Are you seriously comparing me to sweaty guys Ward?"

"No! That's not what I meant, I mean," he paused, "this has been nice. You're good company," he said, and gave her a small smile, then looked away.

Skye smiled, and stared out at the dark water, we're making progress here, she thought.

"What are we suppose to sleep in?" Simmons said, after they walked back in and looked around, realizing that they didn't have any extra clothes. There were only bathrobes in the room, which she most definitely was not going to sleep in.

Fitz looked around, "Our clothes I guess," he said. Simmons watched him as he pulled at his tie, taking it off, and unbuttoned the first few buttons of his shirt. "Much better," he said, then slipped off his jacket, and unbuttoned the sleeves as well. Simmons couldn't really take anything off, since she was wearing a dress, so she started taking off her earrings, but couldn't get her necklace off.

"Fitz, could you help?" she asked, as he saw her struggle with the clasp.

He walked over, standing so close behind her, looking at her bare back, he brought his fingers up to her neck, pushed her hair to the side, and undid the clasp.

Simmons could feel his breath on the back of her neck. She knew this was dangerous territory, and she wanted him to spin her around and press his lips to hers, but apparently so did Fitz.

"I'll sleep on the couch" he said quickly, and turned away.

"No, no Fitz. It's big enough for both of us. We'll just stay on opposite ends," she said, not wanting him to sleep on the couch.

"No, no it's fine Jemma, seriously."

"No Leo, I insist. If you sleep on that couch, I sleep on the floor!"

"Are you sure?" he said, looking at her.

"Yes Fitz. It's fine!" he said, laughing a bit, trying to lighten the conversation.

Simmons got into bed first, and Fitz switched the light off, padded over to the bed, and hopped in. Neither of them said anything for a long time, even though they knew the other was awake. Simmons felt if they started a conversation, it would lead to something, something she was sure would break their friendship. We cannot kiss out of character. Not even once, she thought. I love him too much to lose him.

Eventually, Fitz quietly said, "goodnight Jemma,"

"Night Leo," she said quietly back.

Neither of them fell asleep for a long time, their thoughts clouded by the person on the other side of the bed, but eventually they both fell into a deep, dream-filled sleep.

Simmons woke up the next morning, not completely aware of where she was. The previous night's memories flooded back to her. She then remembered that they were staying in the hotel above the gala, when she realized something felt different. A body was pressed up against her back, and an arm tightly snaked around her waist.

Fitz, she thought, her heart rate increasing. How did we get like this? As she tried to stretch her legs, she could feel their legs tangled together, his pant leg tickling her bare one. She could feel his breath on the back of her neck, and she realized he must have buried his face in her hair during the night. It was such an intimate moment, that she never wanted it to stop, but had no choice. He can't wake up and see this, it'll be awkward, she thought.

She tried to shift slightly away from Fitz, but the motion of her body moving only made Fitz groan, and pull her closer, his hand gripped tighter around her waist, all while he was in deep sleep.

I could get used to this, she thought, relishing the warmth and feeling his body provided. Since Fitz was sleeping so peacefully, and she couldn't move, she fell back into a sweet, peaceful sleep.

Fitz woke to the warmth of another body pressed up against his. He slowly opened his eyes, to the surprise of Simmons being curled up right in front of him. He wondered how they possibly could have shifted into this position in the middle of the night, and he was overjoyed. With his arm wrapped around her, he could feel the outline of her waist through the sheer material of her dress. He breathed in her scent, and pulled her closer, never wanting to let her go. He closed his eyes and went back to sleep, thoughts of waking up next to her for the rest of his life filled his mind.

Hours later, they were both woken up by a knock at the door, and someone saying something in Greek.

Fitz and Simmons both woke with a start, both slightly disoriented. They were in a weird bed, in a different country, and sleeping next to each other. Things like that tend to take an extra second to comprehend. Simmons turned her head towards Fitz, not realizing that he was directly behind her, putting them just mere inches apart.

Fitz's breath caught in his throat. He let out a shaky, "morning," before staring into her eyes, trying desperately to not look at her lips.

She let out a breathy, "morning."

Their legs were still tangled, his arm still around her waist, but neither of them made the effort to move. They were caught in the middle of something more than friends, but neither of them were willing to risk their friendship at this point.

There was another knock from outside, and more Greek.

"Oh! Umm...I don't know Greek!" Fitz said, but before they knew it, their door was opening.

Simmons immediately pulled the sheets up, covering her body in surprise, even though she was fully clothed.

A maid popped her head in, and looked at them. From her point of view, she saw a young man and woman in bed, shock written on their faces, with the woman holding sheets to cover themselves. She indeed thought she caught them in the act. Her eyes went wide, bowed her head in apology, muttered something in Greek, which Fitz assumed was profanity, and quickly shut the door.

They both sighed in relief. "Well...that was interesting," Fitz said, laughing a bit. Simmons could feel the laughter reverberate through him, as his arm was still around her. She immediately liked the feeling. "We should get up, its-" he looked at the clock, "10am. Fred and Sharon will probably be eating breakfast soon, and we need to talk to him. So with that in mind," he paused and turned towards her, "good morning Mrs. Williams," and pressed a kiss to her cheek, just missing her mouth.

A wide smile covered her face, heart fluttering in the process, "Good morning Mr. Williams. You're right, we should get up."

They started untangling their limbs from one another, a far more difficult task than you'd expect, especially since Simmons was wearing a dress and the material had somehow woven it's way around Fitz's pant legs. When finally finished the task at hand, they both got out of bed and looked at one another.

They both had definite bed hair. Simmons hair was beginning to frizz from the humidity, and Fitz's curls were an unruly mess. Simmons wondered if that's what his hair would look like after she ran her hands through it. He looked so attractive when unruly, she thought. His wrinkled dress shirt was half sticking out of his pants, and to another, he would look like a positive mess, but to her, he looked perfectly sexy.

Stop it! You can't think about him like this! Simmons sighed and walked into the bathroom to clean herself up. She splashed some cold water on her face and tried to make her hair look presentable. As she walked back into the room, she froze at the bathroom door. Fitz had taken his shirt off.

"Umm.." she started, but couldn't get any words out.

"Oh sorry," he said, turning towards her, turning red, "I'm just trying to get the wrinkles out of this shirt. It looks terrible," he said, and hastily put his shirt back on, clearly embarrassed.

"Don't worry," she said, chuckling slightly, "remember the containment shower?"

He laughed along with her, the tension diffused.

"I'm super thirsty, but can we drink the tap water here?" Simmons asked.

"Better not risk it, your body isn't used to it. Why don't you have some-" he paused and looked around, his eyes settled on the champagne from the previous night, "champagne?" he said, with a glint in his eye.

"Champagne?! It's 10am Fitz!"

"Yeah, well it's 5 o'clock somewhere, right?" he said, pouring two glasses of champagne, and handed her one. "Japan. It's 5 o'clock in Japan."

"I'm going to be tipsy before we even get to breakfast." She said, with a smirk.

"You can lean on me if you have to." He said, looking at her, secretly hoping she would take up the offer. "Well, cheers!" and they clinked glasses.

"Good start to the day if you ask me," she said, thinking about the waking up next to him, rather than the champagne they were currently drinking.

"And it'll only get better," he said. Because I get to spend the day with you, he thought.

"Let me just fix—" she said, walking towards him, "your tie," and straightened it out with her fingers. "There. Ready for this Mr. Williams?"

"More than ever Mrs. Williams."

"Let's go get this guy."

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