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dontwantmebackTitle: Sexytimes Part Forty-Five - FitzSimmons
Fandom: Agents of SHIELD
Pairing: Leo Fitz/Jemma Simmons
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Length: 547 words
Since long before Agent Coulson asked them to join the bus, people had talked about FitzSimmons. They both knew it. There were enough rumours flying around the university, the academy, the labs at SHIELD. And they were smart enough to know why the rumours flew; they were closer than anyone else in the whole agency. They finished each other's sentences, spent almost all their time together, bickered like they'd been married since Captain America was a baby. But they were friends. Best friends. Better than best friends.
Nothing ever came of it, though. Obviously nothing ever could. Fitz had a wandering eye and Simmons was less than interested in trying to catch it. Science was her passion, her life. She didn't have time for romance, or for satisfying urges, or whatever they would do. Even if, yes, Fitz was rather attractive. Objectively speaking, of course. It wasn't as though she'd ever noticed. But he had a sort of adorable childishness about him, and his hair did that little curling thing that it did, and Simmons supposed that his Scottish lilt was probably very charming. Objectively.
Of course, Jemma Simmons did not notice any of that nonsense. She noticed things like Fitz was brilliant. Almost as brilliant as she was. She noticed things like Fitz was fun, he was a wonderful friend and he knew her inside out. Figuratively.
Needless to say it startled her when, completely out of the blue one day, about a week after the bus took off, Fitz kissed her. Right there in the lab. The lab! While she was working! It was just so unlike him that she pushed him away and tried to laugh it off. That was pretty awkward though, and Fitz just looked like his poor little heart had been broken. It was awful. So awful that she went to his bunk later to apologise.
And somehow that ended up with the two of them kissing again. Which wasn't actually so bad, if she thought about it. It wasn't as though Fitz was a bad kisser, per say. She simply had never thought about it, not seriously, in all the time they'd known one another. She didn't think of Fitz that way, but that didn't mean she couldn't, and she was happily willing to give it a go. For curiosity's sake if nothing else.
They hardly got past unbuttoning her blouse and getting him out of his sweater before Agent May's voice over the comms summoned everyone to a briefing.
"We probably shouldn't continue that," Fitz announced as they righted themselves. And of course, he was right.
"Terrible idea all around," Simmons agreed.
"Like kissing my sister."
"I wouldn't go quite so far as that." She should have been more offended than she was, but he had a point.
"No?"
"Maybe a cousin."
"A second cousin." There really was something cute about the way Fitz smiled, curiously hopeful and endlessly eager.
"Thrice removed."
Unspoken in the air between them was the thought that maybe they could try it again after all. Or it was until Ward knocked on the door to hurry them up and they didn't need words to understand that maybe the bus wasn't the best place to explore the possibility of a physical addition to their relationship.
Fandom: Agents of SHIELD
Pairing: Leo Fitz/Jemma Simmons
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Length: 547 words
Since long before Agent Coulson asked them to join the bus, people had talked about FitzSimmons. They both knew it. There were enough rumours flying around the university, the academy, the labs at SHIELD. And they were smart enough to know why the rumours flew; they were closer than anyone else in the whole agency. They finished each other's sentences, spent almost all their time together, bickered like they'd been married since Captain America was a baby. But they were friends. Best friends. Better than best friends.
Nothing ever came of it, though. Obviously nothing ever could. Fitz had a wandering eye and Simmons was less than interested in trying to catch it. Science was her passion, her life. She didn't have time for romance, or for satisfying urges, or whatever they would do. Even if, yes, Fitz was rather attractive. Objectively speaking, of course. It wasn't as though she'd ever noticed. But he had a sort of adorable childishness about him, and his hair did that little curling thing that it did, and Simmons supposed that his Scottish lilt was probably very charming. Objectively.
Of course, Jemma Simmons did not notice any of that nonsense. She noticed things like Fitz was brilliant. Almost as brilliant as she was. She noticed things like Fitz was fun, he was a wonderful friend and he knew her inside out. Figuratively.
Needless to say it startled her when, completely out of the blue one day, about a week after the bus took off, Fitz kissed her. Right there in the lab. The lab! While she was working! It was just so unlike him that she pushed him away and tried to laugh it off. That was pretty awkward though, and Fitz just looked like his poor little heart had been broken. It was awful. So awful that she went to his bunk later to apologise.
And somehow that ended up with the two of them kissing again. Which wasn't actually so bad, if she thought about it. It wasn't as though Fitz was a bad kisser, per say. She simply had never thought about it, not seriously, in all the time they'd known one another. She didn't think of Fitz that way, but that didn't mean she couldn't, and she was happily willing to give it a go. For curiosity's sake if nothing else.
They hardly got past unbuttoning her blouse and getting him out of his sweater before Agent May's voice over the comms summoned everyone to a briefing.
"We probably shouldn't continue that," Fitz announced as they righted themselves. And of course, he was right.
"Terrible idea all around," Simmons agreed.
"Like kissing my sister."
"I wouldn't go quite so far as that." She should have been more offended than she was, but he had a point.
"No?"
"Maybe a cousin."
"A second cousin." There really was something cute about the way Fitz smiled, curiously hopeful and endlessly eager.
"Thrice removed."
Unspoken in the air between them was the thought that maybe they could try it again after all. Or it was until Ward knocked on the door to hurry them up and they didn't need words to understand that maybe the bus wasn't the best place to explore the possibility of a physical addition to their relationship.