Fitzsimmons

Tenerife Sea

Quick Note: I'm seeing an Ed Sheeran concert this summer, (squeal!) so I've been listening to his music a lot more. Tenerife Sea is my favorite song and it 100% screams Fitzsimmons (probably because Ed wrote it from a Fitz perspective; it's about Taylor Swift). So I tried writing a fic about it. Enjoy.

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You look so wonderful in your dress
I love your hair like that
The way it falls on the side of your neck
Down your shoulders and back

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Parties had never really been their thing. Obviously. You don't get into Sci Ops four years younger than your classmates by attending raging high school parties, which they were never invited to anyways. So when Jemma insisted on going to the Boiler Room party on a Friday night instead of their regularly scheduled Doctor Who, Fitz was shocked out of his mind.

"What are we even going to wear?" he asked as Jemma dug through her closet on the other line of the phone.

"I got this dress Macy showed me online last week and..."

Fitz stopped listening once Jemma started droning on about whatever sale she got the dress from. Mostly, he couldn't remember if Macy was her friend from Chemistry or from Women's Studies. Not that it mattered since he was Jemma's only friend she would interact with outside of class.

Suddenly he realized the line was silent, and he scrambled for something to say. "Okay, but what do I wear?"

Jemma stopped rifling through her jewelry box for a moment, biting her lip and taking mental inventory of Fitz's closet. "What about the paisley green shirt and jeans?"

"Mmm, paisley? Won't that be giving everyone the wrong idea?"

"Oh yeah. What about that navy cardigan?"

"Isn't that yours?"

"Maybe, we get our clothes mixed up all the time. I don't care, just wear that."

"K, see you there."

He pulled the decided cardigan over his S.H.I.E.L.D. shirt and walked out the door, unsuspecting of the spectacle awaiting him.

The Boiler Room was loud, and crowded with juniors and seniors, but it was better than the one party his cousin had brought him to in tenth grade. Here, everyone was drunkly discussing physics and modifying drones to fly around the area. It was kind of awesome.

When Fitz first scanned the room, he didn't see Jemma. Then she appeared next to him, and he had to double check it was really her. In the good way.

She was wearing a flowery blue dress with her hair loosely flowing down her back like a waterfall. He had no idea her hair was so long.

"Woah," he whispered unconsciously, and Jemma laughed a little.

"Flirt," she teased, nudging his side with her elbow.

"You're just so beautiful."

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We are surrounded by all of these lies
And people who talk too much
You got the kind of look in your eyes
As if no one knows anything but us

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The professor just kept lecturing, though the class ended ten minutes ago and all of what he was spouting now was incorrect. Jemma would cast sly eye rolls in Fitz's direction when he said something particularly ridiculous. Fitz would stifle laughs, and the professor would keep talking.