So this is it. The final chapter. Enjoy!

The last time they kissed was a little bit hazy for the both of them and they both felt too awkward to ask the other about it.

They were in their apartment in Boston and had just that day gotten the news that were officially being drafted into Agent Coulson's select field team. Fitz, having been brought round to the idea a few days before by Simmons, insisted they celebrate in the most traditional way possible. By getting absolutely hammered drunk.

So they were sat in the living room of their apartment, celebrating their promotion. It was just the two of them since telling their fellow lab users would involve revealing that Coulson was alive. All they knew was that the two of them were being transferred for field work.

Most people were mistaken in thinking that since Simmons was British, she could hold her liquor pretty well. But in actual fact Simmons was a complete light weight. It only took her two beers before she was giggling like a schoolgirl. Fitz on the other hand, had inherited a bit of a higher alcohol tolerance and Simmons had learned a long time ago not to even bother trying to keep up with him.

It was closing in on half past one in the morning and the two of them were both pretty drunk, Simmons giggling at everything Fitz said.

"You know, the last time I think I saw you this drunk was New Years a couple years ago." She slurred.

"Oh yeah?" Fitz replied.

Simmons broke out in a fit of the giggles before calming herself down enough to reply.

"Yeah, you were really pretty drunk. Started belting out Auld Lang Syne. And you kissed me which really took me by surprise." Simmons said.

"Y'know why I kissed you Jemma?" Fitz asked and leaned in closer towards her.

Simmons shook her head.

"Cause you are so pretty. Prettiest person I have ever seen in my entire life. Pretty and nice and smart and just cause I've never really ever met anyone like y'before an..."

Simmons' body reacted before her brain could catch up and before she was aware of what she was doing, she found her hand tangled through the hair at the back of Fitz's head and her lips pressed firmly against his. And it took her alcohol addled brain another minute to realise that Fitz was responding. She squeaked against his lips as he joined his hands around her back and pulled her closer to him. The kiss lasted as long as it possibly could have before the two of them needed air.

Fitz woke up first the next day, with a pounding sore head and a great weight on his chest. He went to sit up and found that the source of the great weight was Simmons, curled up, still fast asleep on his chest. He leaned back down on the sofa, not wanting to wake her.

"Shit. Shitshitshitshitshitshitshit." He thought.

"What the bloody hell happened last night?" He murmured to himself.

He strained his memory and it came back in darkened splotches.

"Prettiest person I've seen in my entire life.."

Her hand at the nape of his neck.

His arms around her waist, pulling her closer, closer.

Her lips suddenly on his.

Fitz's face was turning the colour similar to a beetroot's at this point. Simmons chose this very unfortunate time to wake up.

"Bugger." She muttered under her breath.

She opened her eyes, took a quick, groggy glance around the room and closed her eyes again. It was only a few seconds later that she realised that her very comfortable pillow was breathing. She quickly shot up and untangled her legs from Fitz's and swung them over the side of the couch, cursing herself for moving too fast and making her headache worse. She stood up and brushed off her jeans and looked at Fitz before asking:

"Painkillers?"

Fitz nodded slowly.

"Right." She said before making her way to the medicine cabinet in the bathroom.

It seemed to Fitz that she didn't remember anything. So he decided never to ask. But she did remember, and was currently in the bathroom cursing herself for it. She never asked for the same reason that Fitz never did. She thought he didn't remember.

So there are the stories of each of FitzSimmons' kisses. Stories which Simmons retold Fitz when they were alone, as she held his hand and willed him with every fibre of his being to wake up, to come back to her.

I AM SO SORRY FOR THAT ENDING IT WAS JUST THERE IN MY HEAD AND I'M SORRY. I hope you enjoyed this story. Thanks for reading and following and reviewing. It really does mean a lot. Thank you.