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Jemma had been waiting for this moment all week. Working for SHIELD was - well it was everything - challenging, draining, exciting, fulfilling... Of course, the team had to have some down time for their sanity’s sake every now and then. Those nights were few and far between but one had finally arrived!
Jemma was eager to step out of the house and have some fun - she was full of excited energy as she came back from work early and got ready quickly, throwing on a dress she knew Fitz loved. It hugged her curves but moved with her like waves and brushed her knees with every step, a blush rose color that was totally unlike the sweaters and structured shirts she wore at work. She slipped into her shoes and fidgeted with some earrings humming to herself softly.
She smirked when she heard the door open a few moments later. She went into the living room to greet him, "Hi, babe," she said, approaching him to wrap her arms around his hips. "Or should I say, sir?" placing a peck on his neck and laughing lightly.
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Fitz had had a long day. Every day at SHIELD is long and some are even longer but the last thing Fitz wanted to do right now was turn back around and face the outside world, with all its other people and various other annoyances. What he wanted right now was what he wanted all the time ... to be inside Jemma, hearing her curse and scream and lose all sense of control, make her feel amazing and take his pleasure in return.
But then he saw her brilliant smile and her red dress and that twinkle in her eye as she bounds in to the room - ready to bring that light to the rest of the world, ready to go out and make a night of it. Of course, he melts immediately. Wraps his arms around his Jemma and nuzzles into her neck, breathing her in and exhaling all of his stress and exhaustion. When she jokes about calling him “sir,” he groans lightly and nips at her ear but he also gets a brilliant devious idea. Smiling to himself as he pulls back and drops his things on the couch, he thinks, “maybe this night out might be fun after all?”
“Ready to go?” Jemma asks excitedly.
“Almost.” Fitz takes her chin in his fingers and tips it up to steal a quick kiss. Then he smiles a very very mischievous smile and says, “I have something for you - I’ve been working on it a bit, tink’ring really but I think it’s ready.” He rushes into the bedroom as she crosses her arms in front of her and cocks an eyebrow.
“And would this be a gift for me or for you Fitz??” Jemma asks, teasing.
“Both!” He hollers from the bedroom. When he comes back, he has a small box in his hand, he passes it to her and the expression on his face is far far too excited for this to be anything innocent.
She opens the box and is shocked to find a pair of lacy panties, they have an intricate jeweled design on the front and when she picks them up they are heavier than they look. Jemma smiles but looks up at Fitz quizzically. “You’ve been working on these?” She asks, narrowing her eyes and fighting the smile trying to break across her face.
His smile is extremely self-satisfied and his voice gets even more Scottish somehow when he says, “Oh yeh, sewin’ all night, er nigh’.” He plucks the panties out of her hand and gets on his knees in front of her. He presses a kiss to her thigh over the dress and reaches to take off whatever panties she had already put on. Sliding his hands up the inside of her dress until he reaches her hips and then her waist. His stomach muscles tighten as he realizes the thong he is searching for is nonexistent. Fuck, she is so damn sexy. Fitz looks up at Jemma, who is smiling and blushing and biting her lip and desperately trying to fight back her giggles.
“Oooh Jemma…” Fitz is breathing heavy and her name sounds more like a warning than anything else, is if he is barely containing the beast, barely holding back from taking her right there.
“What?” She feigns incredulousness, “This dress requires smooth lines!” She cant help it now and bursts out laughing. He leans forward and nips gently at the skin above her knee.
“Fuck, do we really have to go Jem?”
“YES! FIIIIITZ, it’s been ages, let’s go see our friends! When we get home, we can … play….”
He releases another groan but then relents.
“Arrright, but in that case, can ye please put my gift on, hmmm?”
“Ha, fine with me, you’re not usually asking me to put on more clothes!” She laughs.
He slips the white pair on and pushes them up past her knees and up her thighs, until the panties are settle snug on her hips. He adjusts the front and makes sure they are exactly as he wants them before leaning back and examining her again. “Gorgeous.” He smoothes her dress back down and places one more kiss on the front of it right where the jeweled part of the panties sits on top of her pussy lips.
“Shall we love?” Fitz asks, standing up.
“Allons-y!” Jemma shouts as she grabs his hand and pulls him out the door. They get in to the car and Fitz slides into the driver’s seat.
“Oh Jem…”
“Hmmm?”
“I did add a special feature to my little gift.”
“Yeh?” She knew there had to be something and she can’t wait to see what it was.
Fitz reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small black remote, he clicks a button on it and suddenly the innocent white panties came to life, the vibrations are intense but the buzzing is nearly silent and Jemma throws her head back and moans loud as the vibrations rock her clit.
As the panties buzz away, Fitz speaks, perfectly calm as if nothing is happening, like he is describing some random gadget, “It has several speeds, all powerful but basically silent, no one will know... Unless you show them, of course, with your pretty little sounds. I hope you like it love.” He switches it off and she catches her breath before turning to him. Her eyes are lidded with lust and she looks like she’s about to jump across the seat ride him until they both burst. She pants for a second, before saying,
“FUCK! Fitz! Turn it back on!”