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His breath started to quicken.
He couldn’t pull away.
She ran her hand through the bottom of his curls, her breath soft and sultry. Her skin was so fair and her eyes so bright. Her nails moved to drag down his chest - he could feel her feeling down his abs. She loved the feeling of his muscles under his shirt. She looked back up at him through her eyelashes before actually noticing his features. His eyes were what stood out most to her - the brightness as they shone even in the dim lighting.
She moved back up reattaching her arms to link behind his neck before she reached up to whisper in his ear;
“Hunter” she called out dropping her voice to make it sound as sexy as possible.
She felt his whole body stiffen. Looking back up at him blinking her eyelashes as she put on a cute smile his face changed from enjoyment to confused to anger.
“Hunter” He whispered to her face angrily, “Of course - you thought I was Hunter. Fitz! I’m Fitz.” He spat out in her face taking a step back from her.
It wasn’t then until she realized. She’d mistakenly flirted with the wrong guy. She felt herself blush a bright red but she still wanted to make the most of this opportunity.
“I’m Jemma” She told him placing a hand on his chest again, hoping he wouldn’t mind the mix up - but unfortunately for her, he did.
“I know who you are” He told her angrily before he started to move further away from her, “You’re THE flirt” He told her not afraid to insult her, “ You go from one guy to another. Once you break up with your boyfriend you go find a new one. You don’t even care about anything meaningful about love!”
Jemma looked at him quite shocked at the brutal honesty from someone who was quite literally a stranger but she didn’t say anything - she didn’t quite know what to say,
“Leo …-” She called him by his first name but she never finished her sentence.
Fitz just looked at her. He’d never really spoken to Jemma - only just saw her at work. Seeing her up close he saw why all those guys wanted to date her. The way her hair shone in the dim lighting and how her skin seemed soft with light freckles dancing on the tops of her shoulders. His eyes reflected against her skin and her lips almost seemed irresistible. Fitz felt himself being pulled in by her flirtatious manner and he had to pull himself out of it again.
Once he regained his normal mindset he saw her for what she really was again - the flirt, the player.
“You .. You don’t understand. You leave guys like it’s no big deal. You go on dates till you find someone even remotely acceptable before keeping them under your leash for a few weeks before just letting them go.” Fitz told her before just walking away. He didn’t want to be around her any longer than he had to and he’d already made a fool of himself with his really unneeded outburst.
While walking away he felt her presence following him. He groaned throwing his head back before stopping to look at her while she called his name as he walked away.
“No-.. no one has ever been that honest with me” Jemma admitted before looking at him with an expression that made her words seem true. Fitz honestly was quite embarrassed by all that had just happened, that was very out of his ordinary manner and he didn’t expect to be so vocal towards her.
“It’s called a friend” Fitz told her before he made his way to Hunter who was on the other side of the room making out with his ex girlfriend pointing out to Jemma who she was really meant to be seeing.
Fitz looked at Jemma who had a hardened look in her eyes while watching Hunter kissing Bobbi.
“Guess you didn’t know about his ex wife ...” Fitz told her before he walked away leaving Jemma standing there alone.
Jemma looked at Fitz who was walking away back to Hunter. She shook her head softly - not believing that had just happened. Not the fact that she had been stood up by Hunter but by everything that Fitz had said to her. She decided that it was time to leave, she had overstayed her welcome here.
Walking away - out of the door of the club - Jemma let out a laugh thinking back to what Fitz said. No one had ever been that honest with her. Everyone either admired her or was trying to throw themselves at her and she always took it as best as she always would. Smiling she thought about Fitz again - from his cute scrawny look you could never tell he had such a tone … or was so toned underneath his plaid shirts and tie.
Turning back she saw Fitz turn around. Her feet haltered to an unconscious stop as she just stood there looking at him. She let out a genuine smile at in taking in all his best features. When he smiled back with a nod to his head she let out a breathe she didn’t know she was holding.
She never believed that one person could change her. But one short moment with Leo Fitz - she knew something in her was changed forever.
Fitz watched her with wide eyes waiting to see if she would say anything. How had he gone from being so aroused and turned on at a girl to almost yelling at their face to admitting they were friends. She was honestly one of a kind and he really didn’t want to admit at how aroused he was when she had her hands all over him and even through all the hatred he saw something else in her. Something that made him recognise that together they were a force to be reckoned with.
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{10 years later}
From the 10 years between when they first met Jemma and Fitz were known as the best friends which were never meant to be. From the wreckage of their failed first meeting came an everblooming friendship which lasted 10 long years and was still ongoing. The two of them now we're closer than ever - content with their lives and basically still doing the same things they were and always have been doing.
“Sorry I’m late,” Jemma rushed in pulling out her seat before sitting down across Fitz. She smiled up at him with a wide grin hoping he’d forgive her.
“Work?” He asked.
“You wouldn’t believe it. It’s like there aren’t any other biochemists in the whole of America?” Jemma exaggerated throwing her arms up before letting out a sigh.
Fitz smiled at her apologetically.
Throughout the 10 years they had been friends there were two things that hadn’t changed. The first was Jemma’s constant flirting with any living creature that had testosterone and the second was Leopold’s lingering crush on Jemma Simmons.
Even now he watched as Jemma battered her eyelashes and push her chest out a little bit more as she flirted with the waiter who was serving them. Fitz felt his hand ball up into a fist. He had to try and calm his breathing - he hated to admit that he was jealous but he knew he was. Over the years his crush had grown from lust to a full blown crush that Fitz would never tell Jemma about because she never saw him as anything than as a best friend - he was always the wingman, the sideline, the guy who sat and watched while she flirted with other people.
Jemma waved the waiter away before she turned back to look at Fitz who was looking away with a hard look on his face. She was just about to ask him what was wrong but he turned back and Fitz plastered a smile on his face hoping that all of this would go away.
As one waiter left another one came by and before Jemma could start flirting with him as well Fitz cut in, ordering what they were going to eat ignoring everything else that was going on with his body.
“We’ll get a creamy chicken pesto pasta, a side of mozzarella cheese sticks and a buffalo steak sandwich” Fitz ordered with a smile at the waiter.
When that waiter left as well Jemma looked at him with bright eyes. Fitz’s hard look suddenly softened he couldn’t ever stay mad at her for very long.
What Jemma liked about Fitz was that he knew exactly what she wanted to eat and when she wanted it. Fitz was amazing like that - all her boyfriends always assume she only eats caesar salads and always order the totally wrong thing. He always understood her in a different way.
“So … flirting with waiters while you’ve still got a boyfriend” Fitz looked at her with a smirk on his face trying to breaking the silence and find something else to talk to Jemma about. Last time he checked Jemma was still dating Trip and he really didn’t want to let him go. Out of all of Jemma’s boyfriends Trip had to be one of Fitz’s favourites.
“We broke up” Jemma mumbled knowing how fond of Trip Fitz was placing a hand on his shoulder causing Fitz to stiffen at the sudden touch.
He needed Jemma to stop touching him, stop giving him looks which he turned into something sexual and most of all : he needed her to stop moaning while eating. Her moans were making him harder than he was before and now he was starting to feel uncomfortable in his seat. Jemma gave him an odd look but he just tried to ignore her gaze.
“You mean you dumped him” Fitz pointed out knowing Jemma too well - turning it back onto her.
“I didn’t like his closeness with his mother. It was just … too close” Jemma said shrugging her shoulders like it was no big deal, “He couldn’t take the honesty … so i had to let him go”
“Do you always have to be so honest … you’re breaking someone's heart out there ?” Fitz asked like he always did.
“Leo … “ She looked at him wondering whether to tell him the truth or not, “I have to tell the truth Fitz .. I always do” Jemma looked at him hoping he couldn’t see through her lie.
Fitz let out a sigh - she would never change that way. Knowing that she basically put him down and friendzoned him in any and every possible way Fitz basically felt his hard on slowly goes away slumping his shoulders down almost upset.
Fitz will never know but deep down she felt something for him but she would never tell him. She lies to him everyday - she never tells him the truth. She never tells him that from the first day they met that she had a crush on him. But she would never admit it to him or herself. She tells herself everyday that it’s just a lust but deep down she knows it’s more.