Fitz and Jemma—insert as many love-eyed faces as you can imagine—YAY!
Note, these are edited by me, which is sometimes difficult, so bear with me:) I even just misspelled "edited" and had to fix it like three times. Jeeze.
Her adrenaline pumped.
Her heart raced.
Her senses were suddenly very aware.
Jemma ran through the forest at a surprisingly quick pace. She heard the man following her, shouting her name, and she panicked. She was about to be caught. Jemma was going to lose.
Before she knew what was happening, a pair of thin, but muscled arms wrapped around her. She squealed loudly and kicked the air.
"FITZ!"
"Gotcha!" he laughed, setting her down and turning around. "You wanted an isolated Christmas this year, and you wanted to play tag. I gave that to you."
"Not creepy tag!" she slapped his chest. "Fitz, I was seriously scared for a moment."
Fitz seemed to suddenly understand that she actually was scared. He stepped forward and cupped her face in his hands. "I'm sorry, Jemma. I thought it would be fun. Are you mad?"
"Of course not," she sighed. Sighing, she leaned into kiss her boyfriend lightly. It started sweet, but he soon pulled her closer. She giggled and stepped back. "You can make it better."
"How?" Fitz asked. He grabbed her hands and jokingly knelt on the forest floor. "I'd do anything."
Jemma giggled again. "Well, you could always close your eyes and count to ten, then find me." She began backing up. "I might be in bed, I might not."
Fitz grinned and closed his eyes, head faced up. "One...two...three..."
In a world where they almost always have to act like adults, sometimes it was fun for them to spend the holidays like kids.