bravelittlemonkey | TFLN overflow 5/24 for badgirlshenanigans

[ His cheeks flush red and he can't help but look a little bashful as he plays with his drink. Jemma was always brilliant even without him, and though he had more or less overcome his injury, he knew it was still holding him back on occasion. He dare not hold it against it her, but even if they had been close in intellect before, she's clearly leagues ahead of him now.

But hearing her say that makes him feel good, so he nods. ]

If you insist.

[ He tosses back the rest of the bottle and gives a deep, satisfied sigh. ]

Not perfect, but much better. Thank you. How did you know to bring it, anyway?

[There's something extra adorable about him when he blushes, or trips over his words. He's a genius whose had to overcome so much.]

I insist. I absolutely insist.

[Reaching to take the bottle from him, Jemma wants to replace it in the case. They may be risking May's ire by meeting in the Zephyr, but that doesn't mean they have to leave a mess.]

This place is a hotbed of gossip. Several people were happy to tell me it might be needed.

[The one agent who announced "I heard a drunk Glaswegian" and found it hilarious earned a glare from Jemma.]

[ When she takes the empty bottle from him, he turns to watch her, his hungover brain trying to calculate her actions as she makes them, but falling just slightly behind. Her line about gossip makes him swallow and cast a glance toward the gangway as if he expects someone to make their way up it and interrupt their private time at any moment. ]

That so? I feel like I should meet these other agents. At least so we've got a touchstone of the UK when we need it.

[ Either way, he's happy to have a taste of home.

How are you feeling? You've had a long trip, haven't you? The UK is pretty far... Are you sure you don't need a rest?

[Jemma's just trying to make things easier own him.

She follows his gaze toward the gangway and she can't help but wonder when someone's going to interrupt. Living in the base gives very limited privacy.]

I'm sure they'll make themselves known soon enough. Nothing is ever a secret for long in this place.

[She's surprised by the question. She feels fantastic. There's a burst of energy she gets from making him happy. There's another burst of energy from being able to be creative while doing it.]

I'm fine. I'm more worried about the state of your head.

[She's going to reach up to put a hand to his forehead. It's hardly a scientific method of diagnosis, but she's being fussy about him.]

[ Jemma always makes Fitz feel safe. Happy, comfortable, and safe. It doesn't seem to matter how long they've been apart, he's still happy to have her near him, even if it's just a consultation in the lab.

But at her insistence, he sighs, taking a moment to assess the state of his head. The Irn Bru has definitely taken the edge off, though it hasn't exactly fixed his hangover, he's at least a little functional. ]

I'm hungover, not sick. I mean, I did promise you something if you helped me with my hangover, didn't I?

I worry about you.

[And she does -- he may be who she loves most in the world but he worries her most too. From his injury, to his ability to get into the stickiest of situations, she's never entirely secure of how he is at any given moment when he's out of her sight.]

Let me fuss over you. I want you feeling your best when you fulfill your promise.

[She pauses and smirks at him.]

It'll take you a while to build a space station.

[ Fitz's brows knit together, and he can't help himself but to look concerned. ]

Worry about me?

[ And as she insists that she fusses over him, he finds himself unwilling to deny her. He feels miserable -- less miserable than he woke up feeling -- but miserable nonetheless. But when she calls on him to fulfil his pledge, his smile grows to a grin. He knows what she's getting at. ]

It will. Maybe I can keep you occupied in the meantime?

[ He leans heavy against her, pressing affectionate kisses against her neck. Apparently any caution he'd paid to the gangway was tossed out the window in favour of showering his love with kisses and affection for helping alleviate his misery. ]</small<

Of course, I love you.

[Worrying about him is just natural, like get him does.

Like how she can tell he’s still not feeling himself, so she makes another effort to distract him, reminding him of what he said he’d trade. ]

I think you mean divert my attention from my space station.

[It both tickles and tingles when he kisses her neck, and she embraces him, holding him closer. She giggles, a sound of joy he’s likely used to.

She’s rapidly getting to the point of not caring about potential interruptions. It’s one of the things he’s best at — making her forget to think. ]

[ Fitz is more than happy to offer up distraction, especially if it means that he gets to hear her lovely little laugh in his ear. He loves how her arms fit around him as he lays her back on the sofa. ]

What sort of things do you want on your space station? I should probably be making it to your specifications, right?

[ His lips continue to kiss along her neck and against her collarline, while his non-supporting hand reaches under her shirt to touch her warm skin underneath. ]

[Jemma giggles again, and she feels warm, from being both beneath him and what he's doing.

He's also making it hard to think of things for her space station.
]

Everything is designed for scientific discovery, robotics, chemistry.

[His hand under her shirt has her pulling at his own, trying to be closer to him.]

You, I want you.

[She giggles again.]

On my space station.

A giant, orbiting lab, just for us. Sounds more like a supervillain base, doesn't it?

[ He laughs and smiles down at her, unable to keep himself from admiring her. He lets out a deep, contented sigh. ]

I love you, Jemma Simmons.

[ He bends back down to kiss her gently on the lips. She's been his foundation through all of the hell they've been through these last few years, and while it isn't easy to convey it through his lips, it certainly doesn't seem to stop him from trying. ]

It sounds like a more technologically advanced cottage in Perthshire.

[A throwback to a long ago conversation, but something that’s never left the back of her mind.

She smiles wistfully when he says he loves her. She can’t help but think of the long, convoluted route they took to get here.]

I love you, Leopold Fitz.

[She raises her head to meet his. She doesn’t care about anything in the universe but him and this moment. He may have crossed the universe for her but she’d do the same for him.

There’s only one way to describe how she feels, pulling away for just a second. ]

I need you.

I mean, if I can't manage to get something into orbit, is Perthshire that bad?

[ After all, if Scotland was good enough for him, it shouldn't be all that bad for her, right?

He smiles down at her and presses his forehead against hers, gently kissing her lips.

Considering his hangover, he's not... entirely ready to play just yet, but he's not without enthusiasm. He gives Jemma a playful little smile and draws back. ]

Sit up?

[ And he pulls himself off her completely, and even climbs onto the floor, as if to give her some kind of hint as to what he wants to do, but he's happy to wait for her. ]

I guess I can accept Perthshire.

[As long as he’s there she’d live anywhere really, but doesn’t say so.

The playful smile tells her all she needs to know, though she misses the weight of him when he gets onto the floor.

Because the universe loves playing games with them, as soon as she sits up, there’s a noise just outside the Zephyr.]

[ He's only just got his hands around her calves when he hears the sound as well, though when he turns his head to look toward the ramp, his head throbs and his vision darkens around the edges. He cringes and groans a little. He is grateful that no one immediately came into view over the edge of the ramp.

After a moment, Fitz sighs and looks up at her, a sort of sorry expression on his face. ]

Maybe somewhere private? Might be suspicious if we close up the Zephyr now..

[Jemma can see he’s in pain and feels guilty asking anything of him. It’s not like her to be so impractical, so spur of any moment.

He just has that affect on her sometimes. She reaches out to put a hand to his cheek, looking equally as sorry.]

Definitely more private and I should put you back to bed, not demand any exertions.

[One more: well 22 more, things.]

We’ve got to protect your case of Irn Bru too, so no one will feel tempted to try some.

[ He offers an apologetic smile for making her worry, then reaches up for her hand and turns his head to kiss her palm. ]

Are you sure? I did make a promise, didn't I?

[ His smile warms some. He's always happy to spend time with Jemma to make her happy, but he won't lie and say a few more hours of rest and another Irn Bru or two would help put him in a better mood. ]

You're right. I'm not letting this treasure get into the hands of anyone ungrateful.

[ He reaches out and slides the case over, hoisting it into his arms as he stands. He looks proud of himself for not falling over. ]

So any chance I get to hear about your trip?

[she smiles at him. Sometimes, it’s all she can do not to stare and smile, even while he’s in this condition.]

I want you to be in tip-top shape when you fulfill it. All the better I can appreciate your talents.

[She’ll only have fun if he’s having it too, but she has every intention of collecting on Fitz’s promise.

Every intention.]

Don’t worry, I’d defend your treasure with my life.

[There are so many levels to that statement.

She lets out a small frustrated breath.]

We thought there was an underground auction of alien tech. It turned out to be pieces of a Chitauri leviathan. No tech, just metal. I was there in case any of it was infected by the virus.

[ His cheeks flush a little with her remark, and he clears his throat. ]

The feeling is absolutely mutual.

[ He shifts the case in his arms, following close beside her. The mention of the virus that nearly took her from him made him frown. ]

It... it wasn't, was it? Are you all right? It didn't infect anyone, did it?

[Jemma’s going to reach out to try and touch his arm. She can’t hold his hand due to the case, so this is the best she can do. ]

I love when you go a bit pink.

[Overly excited Simmons science babble coming in 3, 2, 1...]

Oh, everything was fine, too fine really as I was hoping for a good project but no, nothing. Do you know how many times that thing must’ve been scrubbed down for there only to be a few degraded Chitauri cells left? I’m talking industrial strength cleaners. I tell you the only thing I got out of the trip was your Irn
Bru.

[She sounds utterly disappointed, missing entirely his frown.]

[ The thing that Fitz has always loved about Jemma in the years he's known her is just how she lights up when she gets to talk about science and the oddities in that realm. Her excitement is infectious and entirely palpable. It's hard not to get roped into her feelings whenever she starts going off this way, and as usual, he finds himself enraptured with her enthusiasm. ]

Well, it's probably for the best, anyway. We haven't got nearly the resources to deal with people getting sick as we used to. At least someone's taking precaution.

[ He looks down to the case in his arms and laughs a little. ]

And at least there's this. I'm sure there'll be something for you to dissect and shove under a microscope soon enough.

[Jemma’s disappointment over the lack of something gross to study, something oozing, or something dangerous, is clear. To often, she has to study the body of a colleague while injured. A nice alien virus sounds great about now. Thus, she’ll sound entirely unconvinced.]

I guess that’s best. We wouldn’t want too much excitement, would we?

[She perks back up because of the Irn Bru.]

I was proud of that. You should’ve seen the cashier at the Sainsbury’s when I ran in to buy the a whole case. I got asked what party I was coming from.

[She leans in and whispers.]

I told her I was preparing for one.

No, not too much. at least not for the time being. Excitement can wait for until after my head stops throbbing.

[ He gets brief flashes of memory, late night, celebrating the end of sixth form, stumbling into the shops, and nearly knocking over a whole display of lemonade. He remembers the shopkeep shoving his first Irn Bru into his hand, taking a fiver for it and the trouble and kicking the lot of them out.

He smiles. It's an embarrassing, but good memory.

He gives Jemma a curious look, and as if on cue, his cheeks and neck turn red and he laughs, sheepish. ]

Well.. I... I didn't know you'd thought that far ahead. Should be surprised though, should I? [ He clears his throat and straightens his back, holding his head high and confident as if he hadn't just turned entirely pink. ]

No, let’s get you back to bed, and if you ask nicely, I’ll curl up with you.

[She expects nothing but a cuddle, but they rarely have time just to do something that simple.

Jemma smirks. She’s said it before, and she’ll say it again.

We both know I excel at preparation.

[There’s also the fact he’s always in the back of her mind, thinking of ways to make him as happy as he’s made her.]

Oh, I've got to ask now?

[ His fake offence dissipates quickly and he laughs. ]

You do, you do. Which... makes me wonder about this party you're apparently planning. Did I miss a birthday? Or do I need to book a hotel..?

[ He's curious and maybe a little concerned now. Not exactly scared, but sometimes Jemma has bigger ideas than he can reliably conceive of. ]

TFLN overflow 5/24 for badgirlshenanigans

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