A/N: This one's quite a bit shorter (don't worry, that doesn't last)
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During the evening, the Fitz family home had been a warm, inviting place, what with it being full of large Scots (and one slightly scrawny Scot) and good cooking. Jemma had spent the whole time squashed between Leo and Mary on the sofa, apart from when she rose to greet Uncle Rory and the cousins, and when they'd all gone to the dining table for Leo's welcome home feast. At one point, Sally (their pet terrier) had crept back in, climbed onto Leo's lap and fallen asleep. She'd ended up sprawled across both his and Jemma's laps, and Fitz had tried to gently nudge the dog off to save Jemma's skirt only for her to stop him, insisting she didn't mind. So with a furry heater spread over her legs, and being forced to move closer to Leo so as to not make an uncomfortable gap for Sally (of course that was the reason. It had nothing to do with that pleasant feeling she'd had when she was pressed to his side that afternoon, or the fact that she'd discovered she quite enjoyed the scent of solder she could now easily detect on his clothes), she'd been very cosy.
The same was not true now. She was lying in bed- Fitz's bed, as he'd taken the floor- and she was actually a little cold. As a British native, she was no stranger to minus temperatures, but Scotland seemed much frostier, and it was the middle of December. She felt fidgety, too, and wasn't sure why. Maybe it was the unfamiliar bed. She'd expected (not hoped, certainly not that) his bed would smell of him, but he'd not been home for so long they simply smelled of fresh linen. Mary must have made sure the sheets were clean ready for their arrival.
Jemma smiled to herself. She liked the Fitz family. They were a little boisterous, and now she could see where her partner got his temper from, but they were also kind and welcoming. She craned her neck to look down at Fitz on the floor beside her. He was awake, and she saw him chafing his arm slightly under the quilt.
Oh, how could she have not thought? If she was cold up here, he must be freezing down there on the floor! She sat up, and whispered "Fitz. Hey, Fitz."
He rolled over to look at her and replied, his voice low with tiredness "Wha' is it, Jemma?" He rubbed his eyes a little, and the sight of him looking all bleary and ruffled in the scant moonlight sneaking under his curtains made a part of her she hadn't even known was there melt inside. He was adorable.
"Jemma?" He asked again, shaking her out of her reverie. She really needed to stop getting lost in her thoughts- that had been happening a lot today, especially around Fitz. He sat up, trying to see her face, but the moonlight was coming from behind her and he couldn't make out her features.
"You should come to bed with me." She immediately flushed, cursing how bad that had sounded. This was going to be an awkward conversation, she could already tell. That had been happening a lot today, too.
"What?" His voice cracked slightly with disbelief. "Um, are you alrigh'?"
"I'm fine, but you're not. It's freezing, you can't sleep on the floor. Just get in." She lifted the covers and gestured for him to join her, the moonlight falling on her legs where her soft nightdress had ridden up to her mid-thigh. Fitz stared for a moment, transfixed, before tearing his eyes away to look back up at her.
"I'm fine down here. I'm used to the cold, I'm Scottish." He flashed his usual cheeky grin, and she smiled back reflexively, but wasn't about to let him get away that easily.
She folded her arms. "Either you get in here, or I come down there."
He considered for a moment, then shrugged and lay back down, apparently calling her bluff with a blunt "suit yerself". She started to clamber out of bed, and he stood up with a sigh. "Alrigh', you mad woman, I'm coming." He said, clambering in next to her very carefully, as though trying not to touch her, though they'd been pressed together all day. The bed was only so wide though, and Jemma found she could easily cuddle up a little closer- in for a penny, in for a pound. She wanted to recover that warmth she'd felt earlier, that she knew instinctively had nothing to do with actual temperature, and everything to do with her trusted partner… who was still leaning away.
"Come on, you big baby, it's not so bad. Warmer this way, so we can get to sleep easier." She was now flush against his side, head resting against his shoulder.
"You can maybe," he grumbled under his breath, but he wound his arms around her, knowing he'd never win. They seemed to fit perfectly, and Jemma felt more at peace than she could ever remember being. She knew there would be yet more awkwardness in the morning, but for now she was warm and safe in Leo's arms, and soon the both of them were asleep.