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One would think that being infected by a deadly alien virus and a fall from 40,000 feet would have been enough to prompt some sort of feelings share from the bubbly biochemist and stoic specialist.
One would think, right? RIGHT?!
But no!
So when Ward got shot after Coulson was taken, Fitz thought finally, Simmons will give in and confess, she’ll finally admit that she was the girl that kissed Ward all those years ago and that he had lived on in her dreams ever since.
Fitz thought when Ward woke up after surgery and the first person he saw was Jemma, the confession would come tumbling out and all would be right with the world.
But no.
Even after all that, after the threat of potentially dying without telling each other how they felt, they still remained stubborn, and refused admit to their feelings.
It was driving Fitz mad.
He was one more lovesick look away from locking the two in the lab when the perfect opportunity to force them together arrived.
As fate would have it, (he knew neither of them really believed in fate, but Fitz was beyond caring, they were going to get together dammit!) the team was in London, during the holidays.
Teaming up with Skye, who had noticed that her S.O. was more surly than usual, the pair planned on taking their counterpart to Harrods’, to recreate the moment that had started it all.
Skye and Fitz had just finished going over the plan when they saw Jemma come up from the lab, take a quick look around before disappearing into Ward’s bunk.
Raising an eyebrow at one another, they quietly rushed towards the cubbies to investigate.
“Should we tell him?” Jemma’s voice was soft, but there was laughter in it. “I mean at first it was funny watching him get all frustrated an annoyed with us, but now it’s kind of mean. Especially since he’s gone through all the trouble of trying to recreate the moment we met.”
Ward chuckled, causing Skye and Fitz to share another look of surprise, “But it’s still so entertaining! His expressions are priceless!” another chuckle, “Even Skye’s joining in!”
Jemma stifled a giggle, “I know, she’s been dropping subtle hints to me about how delicious you are.”
“Skye’s idea of subtle is like a bull in a china shop, I’m almost sad I’m not around to see that.”
Skye glared at the door before turning and disappearing into her bunk and returning with the glasses they had designed for the Amador mission. Holding them up to the door, they hit the backscatter button only to see the outline of Ward and Jemma snuggled together on Ward’s bed.
“I’m seriously shocked we’ve been able to keep it quiet this long.” Jemma confessed as she entwined her hand with his.
“Yea, although the only two that don’t know are Skye and Fitz, and they don’t have any real spy training, so it’s not that surprising.” Grant kissed her forehead. “But you’re right, we should just come clean with them. That way we don’t have to hide anything any more, and I can be free to kiss you whenever I feel like it.”
Jemma giggled as he started peppering kisses all over her face.
“Yes, I agree.” she nodded as Grant stared adoringly at her, “Although perhaps we should let them have their moment, since they went through all that trouble of devising a plan to get us both to Harrods’ to recreate the first time we met.”
Grant sighed, pressing his forehead to hers, “I suppose you’re right, I think this is the first time Skye’s put any real thought into an actual plan of attack, I shouldn’t ruin it for her.” Jemma giggled in agreement.
“And Fitz, he’s been pushing us on one another since day one, I would hate to spoil his moment.” Jemma sat up as she checked her watch, “Well, it’s almost time for us to head out to Harrods’.” she kissed Grant softly, “I’ll see you later.
“I’ll be the one waiting under the mistletoe.” Grant smiled at her, watching her as she left, digging in his drawer for Jemma’s gift.
Staring at the small velvet box he smiled once more; Jemma had sparked something in him all those years ago with that simple moment, that simple kiss, and now, that the universe had brought them together again, he was going to make sure they were together always.
People like us -
we don’t need that much,
just someone that starts,
Starts the spark in our bonfire hearts