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"Fitz?" She rolled over, his arm still under her head as she turned to face him.
"Yeah?" He half grunted; half smiled as he turned his head towards her.
His breath was still heavy, but the way she teased her fingers on his bare chest stopped his heartbeat. He was already spent, trying to convince his body to return back down to earth, and yet, she was still torturing him.
Jemma traced the outline of his chest with her fingertips, running a smooth pattern back and forth. "Remember when you admitted to being turned on by me being Hydra?" She held her breath as she watched him scrunch up his face, clearly thinking back.
"It wasn't that...." He moved his arm from under her enough to reach her hair, stroking it almost without realising it, "it was more the idea..." he trailed off as he tried to find the right words to describe. She was looking at him so expectantly, her checks still flushed from her orgasm. He stroked his thumb against the soft, pink skin and shifted himself slightly, the conversation evoking another hard-on. He coughed once, trying to calm himself down, ignoring the fact Jemma was clearly enjoying torturing him.
"The fact that you were acting like that," He moved his hand down to stroke her neck with the back of his hand, "my innocent Jemma, threatening to torture a man." He couldn't stop himself smirking then at the memory, "and he believed you."
She smiled at that, moving her left leg over his to position herself completely under his arm.
"I guess you could call it role-playing" She bit her lip slightly, chewing the skin as she gaged his reaction.
He swallowed before looking at her again, aware of the blood pumping straight out of his brain and into his cock.
"I guess you could" He attempted to remain calm, to remind himself that he had literally just cum, and that Jemma was the devil.
"Would you want to do it again someday?" She trailed her fingers up to his neck, his beard, his lips, and then back down again, "Just you and me this time?"
He swallowed again but couldn't stop the blush that heated his cheeks. Jemma smiled, her leg itching slightly further up his until she was able to feel the heat radiating from his crotch.
"I've thought about it" He admitted, his throat suddenly extremely dry.
"Have you?" Jemma's fingers traced his abdomen, "What have you thought about?"
"Jemma," He growled her name, attempting to stop the conversation, but could hear the neediness in his own voice.
"Tell me," She teased him, her fingers falling lower.
Fitz tried to focus on his breathing, to try and stop the thoughts running through his head. He scrunched up his eyes as Jemma's fingers grazed the top of his groin.
"Tell me," Her voice became a whisper as she dipped her hand lower, lower, lower, "Tel-" Her hand was closing in on him, but he stopped her with a hiss.
"Okay, okay" He breathed out slowly as she removed her hand from his most sensitive place, and instead rested it on the inside of his thigh, playing gently with the patch of hair there. There was menace in her eyes, and the only way to get out of this alive was to play along.
"I..." He faltered again, aware that this next confession might have the opposite effect of desire. He removed his arm from under her and pressed it to his face, "I don't want to tell you".
She frowned then. They told each other everything. Always had.
"But..." She untangled their legs and suddenly felt very embarrassed of the fact she was so turned on meer seconds ago.
Fitz saw the look on her face, a look of hurt and suddenly guilt filled him. He opened his mouth to try and form the words, but he was all out. She moved away from him slightly, and he instinctively grabbed her wrist.
"No, it's nothing bad. It's just..." She wasn't looking at him anymore, and he couldn't bare it. "I just don't want you to be freaked out".
She looked back at him then and saw the fear in his eyes. She dropped all thoughts of her own hurt and placed her hands on either side of his face.
"Oh Fitz, I would never be freaked out. Especially not by you."
He smiled slightly then, but still hesitant to believe her.
"Come on," She pressed the tip of his nose with her own, "I've told you all my dirty secrets."
Fitz's ears turned pink at the flashback, and Jemma couldn't stop her smirk.
"Okay, okay," He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, not wanting to look at her reaction to his next words. "So, I thought about what you said, with The Framework. About making us a special.... place...where we could...." He screwed his eyes up tighter, "I don't know, it's probably stupid." He felt so embarrassed, but when he opened his eyes, he could only see lust on Jemma's face.
"Fitz," She said his name in that way that felt like she had reached out and touched his heart, "that's genius".
"W-" He blinked, "What? You think?"
"Yes!" She said excitedly, sitting herself up, "What where you thinking? I wasn’t thinking anything sexy but…” Jemma squirmed a little, her eyes glassing over as her brilliant mind wizzed through all possible scenarios that Fitz was dying to know, “Gosh, the possibilities are endless"
He felt himself blush harder, "Well, I may have already set up a simul-"
Jemma's eyes lit up, "Where is it?"
"Well, it's somewhere we've been before"
"No, I mean, the headset" Jemma's eyes darted the room, trying to find the apparatus.
"Oh," Fitz watched her carefully, "you want to use it now?"
"Yes!" Jemma's excitement was palpable, but he was still hesitant.
"But Jemma,"
"Please, Fitz" She looked down at him, batting her eyelids and planting on the smile she knew always won.
"Oh god," He ran his hand over his face again, "Fine, it's in the drawer"
Jemma let out a small squeal of excitement as she jumped out the bed, feeling giddy at the fact Fitz had already planned the perfect fantasy.
"You want to use it right now?" Fitz asked cautiously, his eyes travelling up her naked body.
Instead of answering, Jemma just smirked at him as she walked towards his desk, making sure to extenuate the move of her hips for the few steps it took. She knew he was watching and bent across the wooden desk to open the door in a way she knew looked pornographic, despite being highly impractical. In his desk sat a variety of different gadgets and various empty crisp packets, but she was able to find the distinctive silver headband almost immediately. The design was more practical than the version used for training, which was an extremely bulky headset that dug into her skull if she wore it for too long - a criticism Fitz didn't take amazingly well. But with this, there had clearly been a few upgrades. As she admired the beauty of the tech, she heard Fitz moving behind her to pick up his ipad from the bedside table, and, not for the first time, she felt her heart sore at his genius.
Slipping the band over her forehead, she adjusted the sensor to sit over her frontal lobe and made a dramatic pose to Fitz.
He smiled at her, biting his lip with anticipation, but excited nonetheless. As soon as she was seated back on the bed, her back against the headrest, Fitz turned on the simulation.