TFLN overflow 5/24 for badgirlshenanigans

[bravelittlemonkey]

[ It took Fitz a great deal of effort to drag himself out of bed (only half-literally), but he managed to make his way through the base, though at a snail's pace. He got pity glances from the others he passed, but he paid them no mind, checking first the cantina and even the entryway before he managed his way out to the hangar where their limited aircraft seemingly slept. He looked around and even called out for Jemma, before pausing and taking out his phone to snap a photo of the backends of the Zephyr and the Quinjet with the caption,

Getting warmer? ]

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[bravelittlemonkey]

Sweets... more Irn Bru.

[ And being reminded that he still had half of one in his grip, he takes another long, savouring drink. He does feel badly and offers her some, despite the fact that there's still an entire case of unopened ones at her feet. This one is convenient. ]

God you read my mind. America does some things right but the crispiest chocolate bar they've got can't compare to a decent Flake. Or Maltesers.

[ He turns his head to smile at her, just letting the tunnel vision from his throbbing head to let him focus in on her. ]

I feel like I don't tell you you're pretty nearly as much as you deserve to be told.

[badgirlshenanigans]

I just got you a whole case!

[She's teasing. She'd keep him supplied in Irn Bru for his whole life it made him happy.

She turns down the sip, moving to push his hand away gently. The floor got her portion earlier.]

I want a Twirl too. All this craving for things we can't have. It's either unhealthy, or we're goal-setting.

[She's going to go with the latter.]

You once told me I was magnificent, or was that the picture on the wall?

[Some light teasing, she smiles back, but it's not as bright seeing how tired he looks this close.]

You have to tell me who got you into such a state.

[No Irn Bru for them.]

[bravelittlemonkey]

And you think once people catch wind to how great this stuff is that it'll last?

[ On having Jemma turn down his offer, he takes another drink himself. The alcohol content is thin, but it does take the edge off. ]

Or a Curly Wurly? Still don't know how those haven't jumped the pond yet. So simple. So pure and perfect... Same with Kebabs. A good proper kebab when you're absolutely pissed beyond reason.

[ His stomach rumbled a little at the idea. ]

No.. No, you're magnificent all the time. Especially now.

[ He lets a soft smile rest on his lips for a moment before ne nuzzles back against her shoulder. ]

You were gone. Mack and I decided to play games. Turns out he's better at Xbox than I am. For the future: Halo is much harder to play with 8 shots in you..

[badgirlshenanigans]

Who said we're sharing?! Everyone else can find their own hangover cures.

[Something just for them: a rare thing in the lives they lead.]

For me, it's a good curry. That needs to take off on this side of the pond. A take-away curry after a night out down the pub? It's a perfect ending.

[Even she heard that rumble.]

No more food talk, not until your equilibrium's back.

[He's going to get another kiss for that.]

I'm going to start thinking Mack's a bad influence on you.

[No she's not.]

[bravelittlemonkey]

[ Jemma's insistence that these treasures were for them alone brought a smile to his face. He finishes the bottle she'd given him and carefully reaches down for another, using Jemma's leg to steady him. He cracks it open and has another drink. ]

Maybe. But you were always the one saying I needed interests outside the lab. Mack's been.. He's been good. Helped me while you were undercover. I haven't forgotten that.

[ His smile warmed a bit more. ]

I'm thankful to have you both.. well, all of you, but you two in particular. Especially you. I don't deserve you. But I'm not giving you up for anything.

[badgirlshenanigans]

[22 bottles left, which equals a lot of Halo, or nights when they both partake too much.

Jemma places her other hand over the one on her leg. For this moment alone she’d keep him stocked up on the fizzy drink.

Her lips thin at the mention of when she was undercover.]

I thought it was for the best. I thought I was helping.

[It’s her usual refrain when it comes to that rather bleak period.]

Don’t say you don’t deserve me. I forbid it, because if you don’t deserve me, then I don’t deserve you either.

[bravelittlemonkey]

[ Oh no. He's said something stupid without thinking again, hasn't he? There's a look of panic on his face and he straightens up and takes her hand. He may have been upset at the time, but as the years have grown on, he's more or less gotten over it. He understands. ]

N-no! It's not like that at all! I get it... and I'm here now, aren't I? Better? Not perfect but, hopefully put-together enough for you to love?

[ As if there was any doubt. He lifts her hand and presses her knuckles to his lips, as if to apologise through his kisses. He hadn't meant to upset her. ]

I just.. I meant only that you were the one to keep me focused all these years.. If I hadn't had you keeping me straight in Academy... I might've ended up like Donnie Gill. I'm always so grateful you came into my life when you did.

[badgirlshenanigans]

[He doesn’t need to panic. It’s never going to be a pleasant memory, her time undercover at Hydra. It was a mistake, her leaving, and she’ll always stay quiet that Mack thought it wasn’t. It’s good Fitz has friends.]

You, Leopold Fitz, are perfect, for me.

[It sounds schmaltzy but it’s true. It just took her a while to realize it. Now her smile’s a little brighter when he kisses her hand. ]

You would never have become him. You had your mum keeping you on the straight and narrow long before I came along and monopolized all your time.

sorry for the delay! Hope I'm not too late!

[bravelittlemonkey]

[ He's easily placated when it comes to Jemma's reassurances. She's the only person he can consistently trust not to lie to him to make him feel better, and he trusts her when she says things like that. His smile gradually returns, gentle and warm. ]

Thank you, Jemma. Can I still insist it was both of you? I do know I wouldn't be here without you. Probably stuffed in some lab somewhere bored out of my mind.

not at all!

[badgirlshenanigans]

I don’t know.

[Jemma can’t take any credit for Fitz. He was a sweet boy when they first met but they’ve, in a way, grown up together. She often sees that same sweet boy now.]

Only if I get to insist that almost every brilliant thing I’ve ever done, you’ve been there with me.

Are you starting to feel better?

♥

[bravelittlemonkey]

[ 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?

Re: ♥

[badgirlshenanigans]

[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.]

[bravelittlemonkey]

[ 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?

[badgirlshenanigans]

[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.]

[bravelittlemonkey]

[ 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?

[badgirlshenanigans]

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.

[bravelittlemonkey]

[ 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<

[badgirlshenanigans]

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. ]

[bravelittlemonkey]

[ 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. ]

[badgirlshenanigans]

[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.

[bravelittlemonkey]

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. ]

[badgirlshenanigans]

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.

[bravelittlemonkey]

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. ]

[badgirlshenanigans]

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.]

[bravelittlemonkey]

[ 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..