The whole damn time

Rain

"I can't believe Coulson forgot to give us the keys."

"I can. Quite easily, actually." Fitz said. "I don't think he would have wanted us sitting in Lola without him being here to supervise us."

Simmons sighed. "So he just left us to stand out here, beside a locked car, in a supermarket carpark in the middle of a storm."

"Pretty much." Fitz said lightly.

"Ugh. I can't be bothered going back, he said they'd only be a few minutes."

"So he said, but I get the feeling that as soon as we go to find them, they'll go hide somewhere." Fitz moaned. "And a Melinda May who doesn't want to be found will not be found, regardless of who's looking."

"How many times has she won hide and seek now?"

"Too many to count."

The rain was falling heavily now, and both Fitz and Simmons were both drenched and shivering. He took off his sweater and offered it to her but she turned him down. "No, you keep it on. I don't want you to get pneumonia or something."

"I updated the photo album." Fitz said, pulling his sodden sweater back over his head.

Simmons' eyes widened. "You did?"

"Yeah. Happy took a picture of us when we spent the night watching the lights." He said, grinning.

She smiled broadly. "Aw, that's adorable! Thank you!"

"You know, that album is going to be one to show our children some day."

Simmons did a double take. Children? Their children? "What?"

Fitz shrugged. "As if I'd ever go off and have children with anyone other than you."

She was stunned at how blunt he was being. And only the slightest hint of red was creeping up his neck, indicating that he wasn't all that embarrassed by saying that.

Wow, he thought. What am I even saying, why haven't I tripped over my own words yet and made it awfully awkward? Maybe it was because he was so accustomed to the idea in his head that saying it oud loud wasn't that big of a deal.

If he was slightly red, she was a sunburnt beetroot.

"Well, to be honest, I'd never really thought about that."

"Our future can't be one where we grow apart, live separate lives, be miles away from each other. No, I want to be by your side forever." He could feel the blood rushing to his face and he began to babble slightly.

"The whole damn time." She whispered. "You've been beside me the whole damn time."

"And always will be." He pulled a lock of wet brown hair from where it was persistently sticking to her face and tucked it behind her ear. "Don't you forget that. And I haven't forgotten about our conversation the other day, and I just wanted to let you know that my feelings haven't changed, and nor will they."

He looked so handsome, even if the rain blurred his features and he was completely drenched, his hair dripping down into his face and his clothes sticking tightly to his skin. Fitz, her Fitz.

"I must say, I do like the idea of us."

"Me too, Jemma. I love it, and I love you." He was standing so close to her, close enough for her so see every droplet of rain clinging to his eyelashes and every bead of water trailing casually down his face. Her hand went up subconsciously and wiped a little of the rain off his cheek, and she stood on her tippy-toes and her mouth was only centimetres away from his and -

The tell-tale beeping sounded as the car unlocked and they sprang apart.

"Looks like we interrupted something here. Your snacks are in the plastic bag in the back, along with some other things you may be... requiring at some point in time..."

Coulson had terrible timing.