To the Lighthouse

Author's notes:

The setting for this scene is immediately prior to Season 5, episode 12. At this point in Season 5, the team has returned to the present time and is holed up inside the Lighthouse.

Also, I have a correction to make. Chapter two ("Voss's Lab") of this fic references FitzSimmons not having access to birth control at that point in Season 5. As one of my betas has since pointed out, Jemma could easily have been on hormonal birth control which can last for years. So at this point I assume Jemma had her last dosage during Season 4 before the Framework nightmare, and that she and Fitz are "good to go" in the birth control department.

"This means you, too, Simmons," Agent May had said. "To your assigned bunk. Now."

"But what about –" Jemma had begun.

"Yo-Yo is sedated and stabilized," May had said, taking a look at the patient. Mack sat by Yo-Yo's side, his eyes closed and head nodded forward, and he perhaps was semi-conscious. "If you don't get rest, you're not going to be able to take care of her."

Agent May had been ordering the team members to bed, and Simmons knew that the break was needed when she struggled to even open her mouth to protest. She now walked down the dim corridor towards the room she and Fitz had been assigned, and her feet felt heavy. She was just relieved when the door slid aside and she saw from the meager belongings on the bed that she had, indeed, entered the correct room.

This was their lives now. They ate only when the rumbling in their stomachs reached painful levels, they slept only when they could no longer hold their heads up, and they used the facilities only when holding it was no longer physically possible.

Jemma swallowed and began to undress. The guilt at leaving Yo-Yo was yet another item to add to her list of things she wished she could fix. There was no sign of Fitz yet – he likely was giving May or even Coulson more pushback and declaring that he needed to continue to work. Jemma shook her head and wondered if he would ever finish mentally paying back the crimes he felt he had committed while unconscious inside the Framework. She folded her discarded clothing and placed it inside a drawer. Then Jemma approached the tiny bathroom.

The room might be spartan and drab, but as the warm water hit her, Jemma wanted to gasp with pleasure. For a second she could have been inside the most luxurious hotel room. A hot shower. Soap. Privacy. A clean body. She lathered her hair up, massaging her scalp. Moments later she delighted in how soft her locks felt once she rinsed out the conditioner. Although whoever stocked the Lighthouse apparently hadn't believed in washcloths, that would be no problem. Jemma took the bar of soap and ran it along her body. It clearly wasn't a Dove bar, but it wasn't bad either. Her skin started to feel clean and slightly moisturized. Jemma's hands reached her private areas and paused there for a moment.

She pressed a hand against her core. Back inside Voss's lab, she and Fitz had grabbed a few moments. For her, it had been just a few weeks since they had last made love – a few of the most stressful and horrifying weeks of her life, but weeks nonetheless. For Fitz, it had been more than six months. Jemma shook her head and let out a breath. Fitz would just have to add his time inside the black ops prison as another item on a long list of accumulated traumas. At least his fervor mixed with gentleness in bed remained the same, as Jemma had experienced inside Voss's lab.

Well, regardless of how much time it had been, the encounter inside the lab had been…blissful. Explosive. Sexy. Jemma debated whether she should continue to keep her hand pressed against her core – which was starting to thrum more insistently – or to find a way to get on comms and try to get Fitz here, now.

She liked the second option a bit better, so she turned off the water and reached for a towel. Well, the towels inside the Lighthouse were less than optimal – thin and brusque. Jemma patted her body dry and then made the towel into a turban for her hair. Only two towels had been allotted so she left the second one dry and ready for Fitz.

As Jemma opened the door to the main cabin, she gasped with delighted surprise. Fitz sat on the bed. His lips spread into a smile as he saw her, and within that split second Jemma thought she saw a sizable amount of tension disappear from his face.

"Fitz!" Jemma exclaimed throatily. She crossed the two steps it took to reach the bed and sat next to him, pulling him into her arms. "You did decide to take a break!"

"Coulson didn't leave me much choice," he said, and then he covered her mouth with his.

"Thank you, Phil Coulson," Jemma breathed when she came up for air.

"And thank you for wrapping the towel around your hair instead of your body," Fitz added playfully. His hands were then all over her naked skin. They resumed kissing, and Jemma loved the feel of him caressing her back, her neck, her hips. She deftly reached a hand inside his trousers to stroke his cock which was rapidly hardening.

As they so often were, they were of the same mind right now. The tryst inside the lab aside, they simply had not had enough time alone, not enough time to kiss each other, not enough time to touch. And in both of their minds resided the knowledge that any second now an alarm might start to blare or someone might pound on their door, needing them for the emergency of the day. Or emergency of the hour, really.

"Let's get you out of these clothes," Jemma whispered, standing up to give Fitz the room he needed. It was faster if he unbuttoned his own shirt and unfastened his trousers. She watched him disrobe as she took a hold of her towel and rubbed dry her hair best as she could. She then flung it over the lamp, which bathed the room in about as romantic a glow as they were going to get. Fitz gestured for her to lie back on the bed.

"I think I'm in paradise right now," Jemma murmured, as Fitz covered her body with his. He was currently kissing her collarbone and working his way downwards. "We're together and on a real bed. Inside a room with a door that locks. And naked. Let's not forget naked. And do I tell you often enough that I find you absolutely gorgeous? I think that I do not, and I really need to say it more often. And – oh!"

Fitz had already traveled downwards and was parting her lips with his tongue. Jemma liked it but she made a slight grunt of frustration as she cupped her breasts. During their time together, they had learned how to interpret the various gestures and sounds they made during lovemaking.

"Too soon?" Fitz asked, lifting his head up.

"A little," she admitted. She squeezed one of her nipples and raised her eyebrows. Obligingly, Fitz made his way back upwards and helped himself to enjoying her breasts.

"Hmmm….luscious," he murmured as he set about kissing the round flesh. He tongued one nipple vigorously before taking it into his mouth to suck on.

Jemma resumed moaning with pleasure. "Of course I liked what we did in Voss's lab too even though we had no bed there," she managed to add. "It was so good to touch you, after so long. You tasted so good. And kissing you was….oh…." Jemma's voice trailed off; right now she felt too aroused to continue speaking.

Fitz made a moan that was something of a question. Jemma knew how to interpret that too; she also knew he was very eager right now. She could feel his hardness against her and she didn't want to make him wait too much. "Yes, yes," she said, nudging his head back downwards. "I just needed a little attention on my breasts, that's all."

"I love sucking on them," Fitz agreed placing a kiss on her stomach during his journey back downwards. He reached her apex and she parted her legs further. His wet mouth was on her.

Jemma lay back and enjoyed every second of the work of his lips and tongue. She only wished that he were the one basking in pleasure and attention right now. He had suffered so much. Yes, of course – they all had. But she wanted to be tending to him right now. Well, she reminded herself, he had told her a hundred times that he found this pleasurable and arousing, that he loved doing this, and she knew it got him hard or harder. So she forced her mind to just shut off for a minute so she could focus on the sensations, such as his facial hair against her inner thighs. It all felt delicious. He knew exactly where to lick, knew the strokes and pressure she liked. She tapped the side of his head to let him know she was close, and then his tongue was right on her bundle of nerves and it was like a vibrator. He did not stop until she was screaming and crying out, nonsensical. Her relief came over her again and again, her body awash in sensations, her mind as always almost embarrassed to admit that it was at the mercy of her hormones and biology.

Fitz then was back at her mouth, kissing her passionately. As best as she could, Jemma reached a hand between them and resumed stroking him. He was hard, very hard in fact, and a few beads of precum dripped out. She rubbed them on her palm and rubbed it against the head of his cock.

"How do you want….?" Fitz began the question dreamily.

"You choose. I'll do whatever you want."

He was silent for a moment. Then he said, "Onto your hands and knees then."

Jemma's heart sped up. They both liked positions where they could look into each other's eyes and where they could kiss, but there was something animalistic and exciting about what he was suggesting. If she didn't want it, she could always change her mind and say she wanted a different position. She was in such a blissful daze from what he had just done, though, that she had meant it when she said she'd do whatever he wanted.

So Jemma turned around, rested her head on her forearms and thrust her rear up. Even with the man who was her soulmate, who she loved and trusted above anyone else, this position did carry a certain vulnerability with it. Or was that part of the appeal, she wondered. She felt Fitz's hand grasp and then caress her bottom and her hips. The weight on the mattress shifted a bit, and he leaned forward to kiss her back. His tongue snaked out and started to lick her back.

"Ready?" he asked.

"You certainly saw to that earlier!" Jemma laughed.

He grunted his assent and slowly slid inside. He began to move slowly, and then occasionally leaned closer to kiss her back again. Jemma felt tingly and excited; Fitz certainly could go deeper inside in this position than others. His thrusting then started to slow, and he began to bring one hand around to her core. "Shall I?" he asked, in position to stroke her clit.

That was Fitz, she knew. "Oh Fitz," she said softly. "I'm good. I think the clit needs a bit of rest now. Why don't you just…go to town? Focus on you." She raised her eyebrows suggestively as she said the words 'go to town', though he couldn't see it.

"Right then," he said, placing his hands back onto her hips. He fell into a steady pace as he moved inside of her. As Fitz thrust away, Jemma did wish she could look at him or kiss him, but she tried to appreciate the position for what it was. There was the deeper penetration and the fact that it had to be providing an intriguing visual for Fitz. And – oh – one of his hands left her hips to cup a breast. That felt especially nice.

His movements increased in speed. "Did you like what I did to you earlier?" Fitz whispered, both of his hands back on her hips now. They grasped her tightly.

"Of course I did," Jemma murmured. "You know that."

"Tell me," Fitz said. He thrust more rapidly and with more force; Jemma knew he was getting close. "Tell me all about it."

"I loved it," she said slowly, her voice low. "You were so good. Your tongue hit all the right spots. I – I couldn't control myself. I lost control and anyone nearby could hear me as I moaned and cried out when I came. I came really, really hard."

That seemed to be what Fitz needed. He groaned loudly and came inside her, still holding her hips and thrusting. He let out a few more groans as his movements gradually subsided.

A few minutes later, they remained entwined together. "Are you hungry?" Jemma asked. "I could find you some food."

"Let's just stay here," Fitz said, pulling her closer. "We don't know how long we have until the next emergency."

"Probably not too long."

"Thank you for saying that I'm gorgeous," Fitz said. He nuzzled his face against her hair. "You know I think the same of you."

"I know. How much time do you think we have before someone needs us for some emergency?"

"Never enough time."

THE END