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“I can not believe you lost the key to our candy stash.”
They are way past the point of being truly mad about it and have just gained an air of defeatism about it. The three of them are lying on their crappy mattress with their feet propped on the wall- Jemma would normally complain about them dirtying the paint but right now she got around no leverage for that kind of comment- and their eyes lost on the ceiling. It has been a hard day for all of them and realizing that Jemma has “misplaced” the key she uses to keep Fitz away from their sugar stash has been an overall bummer.
“I did not lose it!”
Fitz takes one breath deep enough that Daisy feels the mattress dipping under his back, and deadpans back at Jemma, “If it is not lost, then where it is?”
“...not here.”
“Right.”
“If you weren't such sugar driven monsters it shouldn't need a key in the first place! I am only looking after you! I want to grow old with you two!”
Daisy elbows her gently on the ribs to get her to drop the concerned act and rubs her socked feet against the side of Fitz’s to get him to join her argument. “We are college students, Jemma. Coffee, sugar, and tears are the only things that allow us to get by.”
“I know for a fact that is not true.” Daisy turns her head to the side, and sure enough, Jemma is making bedroom eyes at her. The minx.
Of course, Fitz, completely oblivious to the implications and the heated exchange of glances just ten inches away from his own face, forces himself into a seated position heaving a big sigh, “Well I will try to break it in. How hard can it be? I am an engineer.”
Daisy raises her arm in the air and Fitz high fives her on his way out. “Go get it, babe.” With him out of the picture, Daisy focuses her undivided attention on Jemma again.
“I bet you he can not do it,” Jemma whispers to her impishly.
Daisy is quite confident Fitz will be able to open the cabinet- everything in this apartment is on the verge of falling apart, so it wouldn’t even be that much of a feat- so she smiles back at her girlfriend. “Ohkay. What are we betting?”
Jemma shows all her teeth on her next smile, and Daisy should know better than to think she is not up to something. “The loser will do the snack run.”
Daisy blinks, dumbfounded, all the building arousal knotting on her stomach when instead of a sexy proposal she gets something that doesn’t even make sense.
“...but if he opens it we won't need a snack run.”
Jemma licks her lips and damn, she is not sexy even when she is misbehaving, she is sexy especially when she is misbehaving.
“I might or might not have misled you both in how well-stocked I keep that stash.”
Fitz’s growl can be heard from all the way on the other side of the apartment that, fair enough, is not particularly big.
“Simmons!”