"Awkward Moments"

"As if being team doctor isn't enough," Jemma muttered, scanning the options on the shelf before her. "I have to suffer the indignity of buying 'supplies' because they're all too busy doing it like rabbits to think of things like contraception. Just because I'm single…" Which reminded her. She grabbed several packets of condoms and dropped them in the basket, then walked down the aisle and threw in two packs of batteries. She'd need those.

After adding some bottles of lube, she worked her way down the rest of the list. They desperately needed to refill the first aid kits, and considering that it was spring, the bonded couples on the team were getting into the spirit of the season. For awhile, it was bearable. Then Coulson told his cellist that he was alive, and… well, it would be considered hypocritical of him to tell off the others about spending so much time in the bedroom (and elsewhere) when he was just as bad.

Jemma was the only one on the team who still hadn't found her soulmate. Sometimes it made her heart ache, and it always made the nights lonely. Lately, however, she wanted to get revenge on her team-mates.

"It isn't too much to ask, is it?" she said, pausing to look at the children's bandaids. How tempting to buy those instead, to use on her recalcitrant patients. She picked one up. "Which would embarrass them the most?"

"First sign of madness is when you start talkin' to yourself."

Jemma yelped, and dropped her basket. A hand shot out and grabbed onto the handles before the whole thing could hit the floor. Another hand touched her shoulder.

"Didn't mean t' scare you like that," the stranger said. "Here."

Shaken, Jemma took the basket back, and her gaze roamed up the bared, hairy arm until it disappeared under a sleeve, then along a shoulder and to the bearded face watching hers. He looked concerned, and she tried to get her tongue to speak. It took some time.

"I'd hoped to have something clever to say in this situation, but it appears that you've turned my brain to mush," she said. His eyebrows shot up, and he slowly smirked.

"Well, aren't you the prettiest little thing," he said, and he played with strands of her hair. Jemma was having a hard time picking up her jaw from wherever it had fallen. "Gonna say somethin' else, darlin'? Or do I keep drivin' the words right outta your head?"

"T-the second one," she said. She raised a hand to his chest, barely hidden behind a thin, white t-shirt. Absently, she began tracing the muscles, trying to list them in her mind but really just becoming incredibly distracted. His chuckle vibrated through her fingers, and she pulled back. "I'm sorry. That was completely inappropriate."

"Not at all," he said. "D'you have precognition?"

"What do you mean?"

He held up one of the packets of condoms, and her cheeks must have been two red beacons.

"Might be too small," he said, eyes bright with amusement. "Not being too optimistic with the number, though."

"Not for me," she mumbled.

"Unless there's somethin' you're not telling me?"

She shook her head. "The rest of my team… they're all bonded. I'm the only single one at the moment. And I'm the team doctor, so…"

"So you go t' the pharmacy for `em?" he asked. He'd moved on to rubbing circles into the nape of her neck, and Jemma purred.

"And get batteries for…" She stopped herself, but not quite in time, because his wicked smile widened.

"You won't be needin' those anymore," he said. "Put `em back while I get some more o' these." He dropped the condom packet into the basket. "Meet me back here."

"Okay," Jemma said, still slightly awestruck that she had such a handsome, buff man for a soulmate. And his gravelly voice had her tingling in all the right places.

"Say, doc. What's your name?"

"Jemma Simmons."

"My name's Logan." He pecked her on the lips. "See you soon."

Logan explained to the cashier that they'd just discovered they were soulmates, though it didn't stop her knowing smirk. If anything, it grew, and Jemma was pretty sure only a dip in freezing water would cure her blush.

"Where's your soulmark, beautiful?" he asked, carrying the shopping bags in one hand, his other arm curled around her shoulders.

"Inner left thigh," she said quietly. "Yours?"

"I'm sure you can guess."

"May… may I see it?"

"Not in public."

They were finally at the van, and Jemma unlocked the back.

"This yours?" Logan said.

"It belongs to the team. But it's useful for shopping." She took the bags from her soulmate and placed them in a box secured to the floor. She felt the van dip, and turned around. "Logan?"

"Pretty roomy," he said.

"Y-yes." He was getting closer. "Sometimes the others… use it. For, uh, for that. I make them clean it until the germ levels are at an acceptable level."

"So we could get up to anything," he said, stroking a finger down her arm. "Parked in a deserted alleyway like this. We could make use of the new supplies."

Jemma bumped into the back of the seats, and skittered forward into Logan's arms. He nuzzled her neck, and she grabbed onto his shoulders to keep herself upright.

"Yes, please," she said. "I'll… I'll lock the doors."

"You do that," he said, and he tapped her on the behind. Her flush worsened as she locked the van doors and flipped the switch to provide them with more light. When she turned around, she saw that her soulmate was already naked.

"That was quick," she said, baffled.

"C'mere, darlin'."

On shaky legs, Jemma walked over to Logan and began to strip. He helped her when her hands trembled too much.

"Sorry," she whispered.

"If you wanna stop…"

"No! I want… some time with you before we get back to base, because everyone will want to interrogate you."

"Protective of you, are they?" Jemma smiled shyly, and shivered when she was finally unclothed. Logan's beard scratched her as he began to kiss down her neck, her shoulders, her collarbone… lower. Soon, she was on her back, writhing as he sucked and nipped tiny bruises into her skin while she begged for more. She keened as he began to stretch her with his fingers. "Y' taste so sweet, Jemma. Make such pretty noises. I'm lookin' forward to coaxin' out more of `em."

"Don't forget… forget…" She trailed off weakly.

"I know." She heard the rustle of a plastic bag, and cupped the back of Logan's head as he travelled further down her stomach, still tickling her with his facial hair. She giggled as he buried his nose in her navel and sniffed deeply.

"What are you doing?" she asked, tweaking his ears. He looked up at her with darkening eyes.

"We're definitely gonna need one of these," he said, slipping on a prophylactic. "You're real fertile at the moment, an' that's a discussion for another time."

"Oh…? Oh!"

"Where have you been?" May demanded as Jemma climbed out of the van. Logan jumped out the other side, and the others all tensed. "Who's he?"

"My soulmate," Jemma said, trying to hide her limp as she walked around to the back of the vehicle. Logan grabbed the bags for her.

"Met her while she was shoppin' for you," he said. "You're Agent May?"

"You told him about us?" May said.

"Of course!"

"You weren't kiddin' when you said they were gonna interrogate me."

"This is nothing," Bobbi said, crossing her arms as she walked over to them. "The real interrogation happens in Vault D."

"Leave him alone!" Jemma snapped. "He's my soulmate, and he said that he's willing to sit through the lie detector test to receive a lanyard."

"That's more like it," one of the Koenig brothers said cheerfully. "Come right this way, sir."

"`F you need anyone t' vouch for me," Logan said, and long claws thrust out of his knuckles, causing May to take a step back and Jemma's eyes to widen, "call Charles Xavier. Ask `im about Wolverine."

"Wolverine?" Skye said. "That name was on the Asset Register…"

"That thing?" Logan asked, raising his eyebrows. "It's still around?"

"Yeah." Skye lowered her eyes. "It's still around."

Jemma cleared her throat, and grabbed Logan's wrist. His claws disappeared back into his skin. "If anyone needs contraception, we've stocked up. Try not to race through them, would you? We'll… we'll be in the medical storeroom, if anyone needs us."

"We'd like to talk to him first," May said, nodding to Logan.

"Actually, I need my lanyard before I can go anywhere else on base," he said, blinking innocently at her. Jemma nearly laughed. She noticed Skye smothering a giggle. "Just a second, Agent Koenig."

Then he pulled Jemma into a kiss reminiscent of the one they shared the third time they climbed into the back of the van to relieve some of the tension. Jemma had to lock her knees in place so she wouldn't melt into the floor. When Logan let her go with a final, sweet peck, he handed her the bags, waiting before she had a good hold of him before letting go.

"Not too heavy for you, darlin'?" he asked.

"N-no. They're fine."

"Good." He winked. "I'll find you later."

Jemma couldn't help ogling her soulmate's form as he followed Agent Koenig to the lie detector room. She hummed as she left the others, and made her way to the medical stores. She was well aware that the others were following her, and shut the door pointedly in their faces. Skye opened it, of course, and leaned against the door jamb.

"So, tell us all about him," she said.

"I… well, I don't know much about him," she said. "His name is Logan… and apparently he's Wolverine. He's…" She sighed dreamily. "A phenomenal lover. Remind me to get out the disinfectant for the back of the van. Actually." She looked down at the bags. "I bought some because we're running low. Hmm." She set aside one of the shopping bags. "That's for Logan and me. I hope you all like Dora the Explorer bandaids."

"Dora the Explorer?"

"And One Direction. Choose your punishment." She swiftly put everything away; topping up the first aid kits could wait until later.

"Simmons—"

"Look." She turned to her friends. "You all have each other, have had for ages. I met my soulmate today, after all these years, and now you want to spoil that for me? When I've had to watch all of you being happy together, and knowing I couldn't have that? Now I can, and if I have to leave to be happy with Logan, I will."

"D-don't go," Fitz said. "Please, Jemma."

"And don't think I haven't noticed all the times you've put your soulmates ahead of everyone else," she continued. "I'm going to extend the same courtesy by making my soulmate my first priority. So please… lay off him, or I'm leaving."

Jemma was in her bunk, fanatically tidying until the room looked positively bare, the top drawer of her bedside table half taken up with the… supplies Logan had purchased for them. She'd shoved her toy into the bottom of her wardrobe, and wondered whether she should try to find something sexier to wear when there was a knock at her door.

"Who is it?"

"It's me, beautiful."

She smiled nervously, and let her soulmate in. She waited for him to comment on the neatness of the room, but was instead swept up in a bone-melting kiss.

"Nearly threw the readings on the lie detector just by thinkin' about you," he growled into her mouth. "The things you do t' me, Jemma."

She reached around and locked the door. She debated over switching the soundproofing on, but ultimately decided against it. She'd put up with enough noise herself over the past couple of months; the others could stand to be put through it as well.

"And what things will you do to me, Logan?" she asked.

"Well, I could…" He murmured increasingly naughty suggestions into her ear as they undressed hastily. By the time he was pressing her into the bed, she'd not only forgotten about her team-mates, she'd also forgotten her own name, and was perfectly happy about it.

Troodon requested this ship. I wanted them to meet in some obscure place, but settled on a pharmacy because how embarrassing would that be, considering what Jemma was buying for the rest of the team? No idea who everyone else is paired with, aside from Audrey/Phil. Don't know, don't particularly care. At least Jemma and Logan are about to have all the smut.

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