bravelittlemonkey | TFLN overflow 5/24 for badgirlshenanigans

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. ]

Yes. Very nicely.

[He can take fake offence, she can play into it.

She doesn’t last and laughs.

No party, though if you want me to offer the Irn Bru to others in the base, I can.

[She laughs again. She wouldn’t do that to him.]

I was preparing a present for you. I was going to hide it in the base, until you provided me with the opportunity to give it to you.

[She already had half a dozen places in mind in which to hide it.]

[ He ruminates over the idea of letting the others in on the wonder of Irn Bru. On one hand, he would love nothing more than to share a piece of home with his friends. On the other, he's not keen on sharing it, either. He hugs the case to him a little tighter. ]

They're for party aftermath only. Can't properly appreciate it otherwise.

[ He pauses and his brow knits. ]

A present? This wasn't good enough?

Fine, I’ll start planning a party.

[She’s still joking as she sees him hug the Irn Bru. She wouldn’t make him share, unless he wanted to. ]

It’s a hint. I might’ve asked the director for something.

[ Well, now she's given him a puzzle and he raises an eyebrow ]

You realise that until I find out what it is, I'm going to do nothing but look for it, don't you? You've dropped a puzzle in my lap and now I've got to solve it.

[ What could she have possibly asked him for? What could she give him that would require clearance?

He gasps. ]

You didn't get me a monkey, did you?

You can look, but you won’t find it.

[She grins like the cat who swallowed the canary. Her trip gave her the idea, and she made quick work of putting the plans together.

Jemma laughs. She laughs so hard she has to stop walking for a second. ]

Fitz, I love you more than anyone in this universe, but let’s be clear, I am never buying you a monkey.

[ This time, an eyebrow lifts instead, and her grin is enough to put one on his face as well; now it's a game. ]

Not unless you've swallowed it, anyway. Or-

[ He stops dead in his tracks and looks her over, in something of a panic. ]

You're not pregnant are you? I-I-I was trying to be so careful!

Oh god.

[To the planner and organizer that is Jemma Simmons, the idea shocks her.

She definitely stops laughing.]

Pregnant? What! No! I’m not — I don’t look, do I? We’re always careful. I couldn’t imagine — not now.

[Stop her, she’s nervous babbling.]

What?! No! Of course you don't! I just...

[ God now he's embarrassed them both. Still, the relief coming off of him is nearly palpable, and his knees nearly buckle with the weight of the sudden stress washes off of him. He laughs, but the sort of tired laugh that can only come from being suddenly unburdened with a ridiculous made-up situation. ]

R-right, no, of course not. That'd be silly. Ha... Heh.

[ He swallows and clears his throat. ]

But! See! That's exactly my point! It's gonna drive me up the wall thinking it you know!

[Jemma tries laughing too, but fails. She’s still not going over the imaginary pregnancy.]

And it’s not —I want to have one with you someday — but that someday is a way off. Not today.

[She feels that she’s explaining herself poorly.]

No matter what it is it’s going to be anti-climactic after our not-baby.

[ He's ruined the mood and he feels just terrible about it. ]

I-it's not that I wouldn't want to either... Just.. not exactly ideal right now, is it?

[ He smiles a little and leans over to kiss her cheek. ]

Well, I don't know about that. There's still plenty of time to get me a monkey.

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