Jemma and Grant
Chapter 7
Grant
He was itching to touch her; he knew he couldn't he had to protect the team. He had to protect them from something that he couldn't keep his hands on and it was driving him insane. In the end it was Jemma protecting him.
When the dust had settled he went to her but she was sound asleep in her bunk, he was so worn out he laid down beside her and she immediately curled into him. He was woken some time later by someone asking him something, he couldn't make out what they were saying he was half asleep after all.
"Jemma?" he questioned "what are you doing"
"Checking you for concussion, you had a severe wack to the head today" Jemma replied
"I'm fine Jemma, go back to sleep" he mumbled tucking her back into him
"Are you sure you're okay"
"Yes Jemma, now sleep"
"Okay"
He always slept easier and deeper with her by his side. He was beginning to rely on her to be his comfort and balance and that is dangerous. When he woke up he felt rested and sated, Jemma looked peaceful so he decided to get up and found Skye trying to work out in the training room.
Jemma
When she woke she was alone, it made her sad. Although he had come to her last night and they had just slept together. His side of the bed was cold so she knew he'd been up for hours, the rest of the bus seemed quite so she went to find him.
He was working out with Skye, and with a pang of jealously part of her she wished she was Skye. The other half noted how perfect they were together and made her wonder why Grant even paid her the slightest bit of attention. Skye was perfect and everything Grant should want not her; no one wants the geeky girl when girls like Skye are around. Feeling stupid and pathetic she went back to her own bunk and laid down on her bed, they had the day off and she didn't have any urgent work to do.
"what are you doing?" Grant asked. She hadn't heard him come in to the room.
"Relaxing" Jemma replied not looking at him
"Why can I still here your brain working over time?"
"that's just the way my brain is, what do you want Ward" Jemma said looking at him then and wished she hadn't. he wasn't wearing a shirt and she could see the sweat glistening on his torso.
"When did you stop calling me Grant"
"When I realised you are so far out of my league that I'm drowning to keep up" Jemma said before flopping back down on her bed.
She didn't know how he did it, but the next thing she knew he was looming over her and had her pinned under him.
"What brought this on?"
"Nothing other than the realisation that I am clearly not your type"
"How do you know you're not my type Jemma, we barely know anything about each other"
"You're tall, dark and handsome then there's the mysterious aspect. You like your women beautiful not the science nerd"
"tall dark and handsome seriously Jemma this isn't a romance novel. Which is why I can safely say I prefer stunningly beautiful biochemists, I like being able to feel inferior to your intelligence. It's very uncommon for me to feel that way, usually I wouldn't like it. With you it's different"
They just looked at each for a moment, Grant then leaning down a brushed his lips against hers then trailed light kisses down her jaw then her throat. Grant waited till he felt her relax before he spoke again.
"We have the day off today and we'll be landing in a few hours. How about you and I go on an actual date. Just me and you exploring whatever city or town May's landed us in"
"really you're asking me on a date."
"yes Jemma I am really asking you on a date, I want to spend more time with you and not just in bed together, now come with me."
"Where?"
"Shower"
"Why?"
"Because everyone is asleep we'll have peace and quiet and then when we land we can go and not have to invite anyone else."
"Grant we can't."
"Yes we can, now come on."
They almost got caught by Fitz, but they were just lucky enough that he wasn't quite awake enough to realise they had come out of the bathroom together.