"Stay..." Fitz croaked
"What?" Simmons asked as she closed the door.
"Stay." Fitz said sitting up.
Fitz and Simmons both suffered from nightmares since the ocean. Fitz
thought it would do them some good.
"But Fitz..."
"Please, Jemma." Fitz persuaded. Simmons huffed.
"Fine, but I'm borrowing a jumper, Fitz."
Fitz nodded. As Simmons took off her top, Fitz saw her model like body.
"You're so pretty. I wish I had the courage to tell you..." Fitz muttered. Jemma turned around her eyes, wide open, fixed onto Fitz.
"Pardon."
"Shit!" Fitz cursed as he meant to say that in his head.
head. "Oh... I.... Ummm..." He stuttered.
"Fitz..." She started sitting onto the end of the bed.
"Oh god. Jemma. Well I umm... I guess," he stuttered brushing his hands through his brown curls. "What I'm trying to say is..." He was stopped by Simmons finger on his lips. She lent over and kissed him."I thought you'd never ask." She whispered. Fitz lifted up her jumper reveling a black, laced bra and matching knickers. She pinned him down below her and kissed him.
After 10 minuets of kissing they stopped and fell asleep next to each other.
