Prompt from thelatenightstoryteller: Fitz or Jemma decided they want to paint the other (for some reason?) but the other can't stop giggling.

This is an M-rated prompt because of sexual references and partial nudity. It could be considered T (I doubt it though), but because of all the innuendos, I'm doing this just in case.

"Jemma…" Fitz eyed the small container of edible paint in his girlfriend's hands warily. "When you said you wanted to 'spice up our sex life,' this wasn't exactly what I had in mind."

She raised her eyebrow at him. "And what exactly were you thinking we should do instead?"

Caught with his foot in his mouth, he blushed. "Nothing, forget I said anything in the first place."

The topic had sprung up between them after Jemma had a rather scintillating "girl time" conversation with Daisy, much to Fitz's chagrin. He wasn't exactly proud of his prude status and he knew that girls talked about this kind of stuff with each other, but he couldn't help but feel self-conscious about this particular subject. Daisy was a good friend and everything, but she didn't need to know that much about their relationship.

"Ugh, Fitz," Jemma rolled her eyes and placed the container of green on their bed. "Don't tell me you were thinking of using dildos again."

Her (spot-on) accusation caused his face to turn even redder. "Um…maybe?"

"Uh-uh. We're not doing that. I'm sure it's pleasurable and everything, but I refuse to have some foreign object that's been god-knows-where in my body! Do you know how easy it is for a girl to get a bacterial infection when it penetrates her vagina? And washing the dildo with soap and water doesn't guarantee its sterility, mind you."

"Yes, you've told me a million times whenever we've had this conversation," Fitz groaned, hiding his face behind his hands. "Please drop it."

Fitz watched Jemma smirk at him triumphantly. Oh no, here it comes. There's always a catch. "Only if we try out the edible paint tonight."

Aaaand there it is. That sneaky little minx. "Alright," he sighed in defeat, mock-putting his hands up in surrender. "But I get to use the paint on you first."

"Not a problem!" And before he could even open the container, Jemma had whipped off her shirt and thrown it behind her. "Start wherever you want."

Whoa. Someone is eager.

Fitz froze for a moment as he took in her dark purple bra and the gentle curve of her hips before clearing his throat and forcing himself to focus on the paint instead. Seeing that Jemma came prepared, he chose to open the three other containers as well, just in case he wanted to get creative. His eyes widened when he realized he had overlooked something. Three different paint brushes? Really?

"Oh, fuck it," he muttered under his breath, picking a brush and coating it with red.

"That is the point of all of this, right?"

Startled, Fitz's head shot up at the sound of Jemma's melodious giggle. How did she hear that? Nonetheless, her demeanor was amusing to him and he couldn't help but laugh along with her. "Jemma, you naughty, naughty girl," he murmured, scolding her with a series of tsks. "Did you indulge in the champagne again?"

"No!" she exclaimed defensively, watching as Fitz dabbed a spot of red on her shoulder. Her eyes followed his movement as he drew a curve that swooped across her chest just across her cleavage. "Maybe…"

Fitz gave her a knowing look and she sighed. "Okay, I did, but I only had one glass and the bottle was already open!"

She had barely gotten the last word out of her mouth before she gasped. A glint of lust of jubilation (probably a combination of both, she thought to herself) glinted in Fitz's eyes as he ended the curve at the crook of her neck. "Is that a sensitive spot?" he asked, grinning at her.

"Y-yes," she managed to choke out before taking a deep breath and exhaling it softly.

His incredulity for the edible paint was replaced by a growing curiosity, and he eagerly grabbed the container of green to color Jemma's stomach.

That's when the uncontrollable giggling started. And once it started, it wouldn't stop. "Really? You're ticklish there?" Fitz questioned. "On the top of your hands?"

"No, it's not that this time." A smile surfaced under yellow and blue cheeks as she glanced at her reflection in the bedroom mirror. "I look like a children's painting."

Fitz chuckled at Jemma's appearance. She was a mess of colors, as he had decided to blend the shapes together on her pale skin in his excitement, and that combined with her effortless beauty made her a masterpiece in his eyes. "A very sexy children's painting," he corrected, pausing his painting to nibble at a small patch of skin beneath her neck. "Ooh, this tastes like strawberries!"

"Really?" Jemma exclaimed in surprise. "Okay, it's my turn now!"

Within seconds, Fitz's mouth was covered in blue. "Oh, this is going to be a fun little experiment," Jemma laughed. "Will you taste like blueberries?"

Fitz's voice took on a deep, gravelly tone as he placed one hand on her hip while the other cupped her cheek. "I guess we'll just have to find out."

His lips crashed onto hers and she couldn't control the groan that made its way out of her mouth. She managed to tease his lips with her tongue before pulling away abruptly. "Shirt. Off. Now," she ordered, reaching for the yellow paint.

By morning, their bodies (along with the sheets, the bedroom floor, and the shower walls) were covered with a multitude of colors. And that was the last time Fitz ever doubted Jemma's sex advice again.

I think this one was my favorite one to write so far! It's so nice to write fluffy FitzSimmons for a change and not angsty FitzSimmons stuff. Thanks for the prompt!