no more barricades, slowly diffusing

[biochemistry]

[At first glance, it seems like nothing is right in the world. Daisy is still out there, still infected by that creature. Said creature, who is inhabiting a body that has manipulated and abused and hurt and harassed quite literally everyone that Jemma holds dear and a dozen more she could name without a second thought, was millimeters away from Jemma herself earlier this evening and all she did was shoot it in the gut and flee, crying like a child. She's tipsy enough from whatever glowing blue thing she drank to keep up appearances that every mood seems twice as strong and she's so damn scared that something more is going to go wrong because it always does and she's been pacing this hotel room since Mack left, feeling anxious and jumpy and too much in her own body and not enough at once.

At second glance, well.

Fitz returns and there's kissing and he's being so kind and they're being playful in a way that she'd all but forgotten and she's just hoping she isn't being pushy about this because that would be the worst possible thing, and clothes are starting to come off and there's laughing and touching and -]

I don't know how much time we have.

[That's true in the metaphysical sense, of course - which accounts for a lot of why they're even here, because of the way that Jemma knows anything could happen and she doesn't want to have any more questions.  But what she means is in the very literal sense, of they might be summoned to work at any minute and if that has any bearing on things for Fitz she wants to be considerate.]

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[bravelittlemonkey]

[ Fitz had spent so much of his evening being scared, surprised, frightened, concerned, and any other negative emotion on that end of the spectrum that can possibly be conceived. Mostly frightened, for so many reasons. Daisy had been enough of a concern whether it was worrying about her, or actively being attacked by her, but his primary concern all night had been for Jemma.

He'd spent so much time looking for her after Daisy had fled, and every single one of his fears and anxieties had melted away the moment he laid eyes on her in the hotel room. She was safe. He hadn't failed and gotten her hurt or captured or worse.

The idea of any ridiculous curse slips his mind the moment their lips meet, and all he can be concerned with is her. Forget SHIELD, forget Coulson, and even Mack. He'd more than earned his alone time with her, dammit.

For the first time in ten years, he can honestly say that this feels right, though not quite perhaps exactly as he imagined it, but now that it's happening, he can't think of any other way for it to. He can't get enough of kissing her now that he's finally got free reign, but he groans at the mention of time. ]

Then I don't see any reason to wait.

[ She has to go and put that seed back in his mind, whether she means to or not, that this here can't possibly last. He doesn't want to think about losing her again, not after they'd already been through so much, can't they just have this one thing?

He's tugging his tie loose, letting his kisses trail down her chin and her neck, his movements slightly awkward, but he's trying his hardest not to let it show. ]

They can wait.

[biochemistry]

[She can't help it, the worry that slips out of her mouth, but it's not -- to her, it's not meant as a sign that this can't last. It's just that she needs to make sure there's no more time wasted. Just in case. (She's going to help get Daisy better or die trying. She doesn't want to say this to Fitz, not so bluntly, not with everything going on between them, because it's not because of any reason other than that it's the only right thing to do. She already has so many regrets, she doesn't want to add this to the list if -- well, if. This is something she keeps private, because mostly she just doesn't want to go any longer without this, without him.)

Once it's said, though, it's like a little weight lifts. They deserve this. They should get the chance for this, no matter how messy everything else is. And they have it, they have the way his body feels pressed against hers, the way her hands may be cold but her cheeks feel like they're burning.

And when he says that -- she knows he doesn't mean to make it sound bossy or haughty or any such thing as that, but there's something about it that catches her just right and she groans in delight, flopping back on the bed.

Of course, she flushes even more when she realizes how ridiculous that must have sounded, because she's not a shy girl but she's still a bit self-conscious. Which is ridiculous, this is Fitz she's known for what feels like forever, but also it's different, like they discussed.

Instead she settles on biting her lip coyly. That's safer.]

Does that mean you want to take your time...?

[Making love to her, that is. It would be right if their first time would be... well, if they'd have time to learn each other's bodies the way they know each other's minds. That's both too intimate and too articulate for her to say, right now, so she shrugs a bit and hopes desperately that it comes off charming.]

[bravelittlemonkey]

[ The number of times that sly lip bite has haunted his dreams and fantasies is too numerous, but somehow seems to look even better in person.

The same, but still so very different. He's honestly surprised with himself and how confident he actually does feel. But it's Jemma, so of course he does. But it's Jemma. He knows he's stood on the edge of an event horizon with her, but he's not sure she thinks of it quite the same. For him, this is a much bigger deal. Pining after her for so long leaves little desire to meet with other people, much less to sleep with them when he'd much rather be in the lab with Jemma or talking with Jemma.

Her question makes him look up, looking not unlike a startled sheep. He hasn't actually thought about how he'd like to proceed, only that proceeding is exactly what he wants to do. ]

W-well, I thought we'd just sort of.. see where things go. I just want you, and I don't care how.

[ Once he's undone his tie, he tosses it behind him and gets to work on his shirt, his fingers fumbling only a little with his nerves. The tremors have an annoying habit of sneaking in once in a while when he's nervous. ]

I mean.. I do. But I'm impatient.. But I want time with you. I may also be aware that I have no idea what the right answer is in this situation.

[ He puts on the biggest smile he can manage, which is small and somewhat tight, in hopes that trying a bit of deflecting humour might help relax him. ]

[biochemistry]

[It is a little different, but that's not -- bad. It's another thing she wouldn't want to try to explain, because she wouldn't want to muck it up somehow like she seems to do when she tries to actually discuss feelings, but essentially: she's prone to nursing elaborate crushes that stand no chance of going anywhere, she's in general less shy about physical affection and ultimately casual relationships (though those still aren't common with her). Her feelings for Fitz have always been strong, but exactly what sort of strong is blurry for her, maybe because of how different this is from some of those myriad crushes or actual encounters.

Whatever the case, though, this is what she wants now and she wants it to be as close to perfect as it can be.

Which, okay. Maybe this sort of discussion isn't the sexiest, but she's always been more comfortable with parameters and she knows that's true with him too. Parameters mean this is safe. Easy to understand.

She frowns thoughtfully. There's a part of her that wants to offer to help, but there's a bigger part of her that knows she shouldn't. no, she's just going to prop herself up on her elbows and watch.]

There's not a right answer, Fitz. Or if there is, I don't know it either.

[She's not sure if she sounds too serious. This is serious, of course, but this is also something they should be enjoying, so she's a little bit torn.

A sudden anxiety.] Maybe I shouldn't have been so vague. Let's... take it a bit at a time. Should I...?

[She nods to her still-mostly-intact clothing.]

[bravelittlemonkey]

[ He'd hoped they would help each other with this, that maybe somehow she'd be unwrapped like a present, but that's rarely how these things go, and even he knows that. It is a bit of a relief that he's not the only one still trying to figure out how 'this' is going to work, but he's confident enough to know that they'll manage through it.

He smiles when he's able to open and pull off his shirt, both at her and being pleased with himself for managing to get himself under control. He finally gives a bit of a shrug. ]

Only if I can help.

[ He leans back over her, ducking in for another kiss, deciding that he's already gone too long without one. He's not sure he wants to accept something vague like no answers or how much time they may or may not have left. They're scientists, after all, and if a Truth won't present itself, he fully intends to discover it himself with Jemma at his side.

His hand lifts and slips under the loose fabric of her shirt, letting his hand take its time in exploring the skin underneath for the first time. He's a little relieved that she's not cold all over, but he says nothing. What a silly concern, but for all the two had been through, he's not sure he would be entirely surprised at this point. Maybe this can work. He silently prays for it, and that he hasn't maybe jinxed himself instead. ]

[biochemistry]

[She's positively beaming once his shirt is off. They're really doing this and it seems the best kind of inevitable. Like they've been supposed to do this for a while and really, they have.

She arches her back when he touches her skin, thoroughly encouraging him to do more. If he wants, he can undress her all the way. She sort of likes that, which she hopes her expression conveys.

And if not, there's a breathy:] That's nice.

[She isn't subtle unless she's asked to be. This might also account for how she keeps watching him so intensely. She's curious, frightened, and delighted all at once.]

[bravelittlemonkey]

[ She knows him well enough to know that praise and encouragement are some of the best ways to get him to do anything, and he likes the direct communication as well. It keeps the task from becoming quite so daunting. His other hand moves to join the first, pushing her shirt up her belly and over her breasts so he can slip down her body and place his kisses there as well.

He's still maybe a little nervous, his sighs shaky against her skin, but he wants it too much to even think about stopping here. She was safe, and they were together. If his life depends on it, he never wants to disappoint her again and he intends to start now.

Those hands that had moved her shirt fell back down to her hips, working with hurried hands to unfasten her belt and work her trousers open as well.

Once he's got them undone, Fitz begins to tug them from her hips, but pauses, looking up with wide, concerned eyes. ]

This is all all right, isn't it? I mean.. you can tell me to stop. I don't want to make you uncomfortable.

[biochemistry]

[That will work well, then, because Jemma will praise until she runs out of it, and she'll never run out. She's also got, plainly speaking, a rather substantial praise kink herself -- she can't remember, just now, if she's mentioned this to Fitz, probably she hasn't, she's done a fairly decent job of keeping her romance life and... predilections to herself, but then again it might just have slipped out. It's also not like it's not completely obvious that she starts glowing from being told nice things.

But that's neither here nor there. Right now she's just focusing on doing what she can to help him while still enjoying this. She reaches to tug her top off quickly (it may surprise him that for all her neatness and organization in most of her life she's prone to throwing things about haphazardly in the heat a romantic moment, wrinkles be damned) and then she's sinking back down, heart fluttering as he kisses down her torso.

She surely never told him that, about her fondness for affections received all over, not just the "traditional" locations (neck, breasts -- not that she doesn't love that, too), and yet.

And then, then he's pausing and it's all she can do not to whimper but he's being so kind it's a bit unreal.]

This is very all right. [Beat.] I promise.

[She wants to see where his instincts lead.]

[bravelittlemonkey]

[ He knows he's being worried for no reason. She's made her desire of him pretty plainly obvious, especially over the last few days when they'd finally kicked down that barricade together. Still, Fitz can't stand the thought of doing something wrong to upset her, or taking a wrong signal and making her cry. That's the last thing in the world he could ever want.

There's still a nagging sort of something at the back of his mind that he doesn't really want to dive into, not right yet when they're having such a good time. It's none of his business and he has no reason to be upset over it. Not right now, probably not ever.

Her words are deeply reassuring and put a warm smile on his face. His thanks comes in the form of slow and lingering kisses on her abdomen as he finally tugs her slacks down her long legs, his kisses following them as he needs to move himself to remove them. He makes certain to kiss both hips, both thighs and knees, and down each shin and ankle and once they're finally off, over the top of her feet as well. Every inch of her is just as beautiful as the last, and he wants to love it all.

Looking back over her, he's never seen her in a state of undress like this before, and he can feel his cheeks flush a little. He's not embarrassed, exactly, but there is something very special about seeing her this way, stretched out in her bra and panties that makes him realise that, yes, this is happening for real, and she's there for him.

He lifts one of her legs and presses a kiss and a smile into her ankle again, slowly beginning to work his way back up. ]

Jemma... This sounds so cheesy but, you look so beautiful. More than I've ever seen you before.

[biochemistry]

[As long as they keep communicating, she won't be upset. That's what it comes down to really. That's probably why this is finally happening, they're finally communicating properly again. She's so, so glad of that.

Each of those little kisses, the way he's working on covering her skin so methodically with them, makes her shudder. Happily. Definitely happily. Her eyes are all lit up as she watches him, trying not to make too much noise -- but then, she can't really help it. She's not known for being quiet.

But it's good that he sees it as special, because that's what she wants this to be for him. It isn't like she's never done this before, but she's choosy, and she's chosen him. He's special, to her.

She giggles a bit at that, fondly.]

Thank you. That... [She pauses to collect her thoughts, voice soft.] That means a lot to hear.

[She knows she's pretty, but she doesn't often think of herself as beautiful, not in any self-conscious way, just in a way of -- well, what she considers beautiful isn't her. But she does appreciate hearing it, especially from Fitz, with all the weight behind his words.]

[bravelittlemonkey]

[ He loves how she laughs and smiles at him, and he's happy that she's accepted his compliment. He feels his heart tighten at her words and he just can't keep the smile from his face at all.

He continues kissing back up her legs, taking special care to the insides of her thighs, pausing just between them and choosing to kiss just above her panty line instead. There's a brief moment where he catches the elastic in his teeth and tugs at it, glancing up at her. He feels a bit silly doing it and hooks his thumbs through the legs instead. That's not really his style.. or at least he doesn't think so.

In an effort to give her some modicum of decency, his lips trail against her belly, pausing at her navel while his fingers slip her panties down her legs instead. He doesn't want to gawk, and he's really rather afraid that he might and embarrass the both of them.

With his lips against her soft belly, he smiles up at her once more, looking rather sheepish. ]

What... what is it you like? I think I may need a little um.. guidance. Never done this sort of thing before. I'm a fast learner and a very good student.

[biochemistry]

[She couldn't not. Not when he's being so kind and perfect. Not when he's treating her like the most beautiful precious thing in the world, like she would never have even dared imagine.

She starts to feel flutters in her stomach as he descends. She -- she loves -- what he's about to do. What he seems like he wants to, maybe, as long as she's not projecting it, but there he is and his lips are on her skin and --

This is such a responsibility. She hasn't even thought about that yet, how she and Fitz have such different levels of experience, how...

She wants this to be even better than perfect.]

Well, I like...

[She takes a deep breath.]

Where you are. Where you've just been. I like being kissed there, if...

[If he wants to.]

[bravelittlemonkey]

[ It doesn't take much for him to piece together what she's saying.. or rather not saying. It seems vocabulary will come in time with familiarity. He gives a small laugh and a nod, shifting himself back a few inches once he's able to pull her panties off. ]

Here?

[ Shy lips peck just below her panty line, his eyes keeping contact with hers all along. ]

Or here? Maybe here?

[ He plants a kiss on either side of her pelvis, just where her legs meet her body. Finally he settles himself properly between her legs, and gives her the best sultry look he can. ]

Or.. maybe here.

[ His eyes shut when he finally presses his lips against her folds. His lips linger, giving her slow kiss after slow kiss until finally his tongue slips out and between those folds, not really knowing exactly what to do, but having a pretty good idea of where to start.

The taste of her is strong on his tongue, but it's new and it's hers. ]

[biochemistry]

[He'll get it. She knows he will. They can read each other's silly little cues like that. (She hopes that continues, because she'll guide him to start but if she's too far gone sometimes words come out more like nonsense noises.)]

Yes...

[He's teasing, she can tell, but she plays into it.]

Yes, yes...

[Her heart is thudding by the time he reaches his destination, but she manages to soften her voice to an impassioned whisper of a:]

Yes.

[He explores, and he's doing very well for someone who doesn't really know what he's doing, but Jemma promised she'd help, so once she has enough sense to, she starts talking.]

I like that, you going slow at first. It helps me get... [Wet would be too blunt, wouldn't it?] Warmed up.

[bravelittlemonkey]

[ Her approval is really the only thing that he needs, and the way that it hits his ears is more than encouragement enough. Slow makes sense right now, because as eager as he is to get started, the mood.. honestly doesn't seem to call for a lot of urgency. Certainly if he were to stop, it could cause problems, but somewhere between the two extremes is fine enough for now.

His tongue does move slowly, but not a torturous pace. He's taking his time and learning the area. He can feel his heart pounding in his ears, despite the calmness he hopes he's projecting. Honestly, it feels to him less familiar and more like trying to figure out a piece of alien tech. Thankfully, she's being a good teacher and he's following along studiously. ]

Is it weird to say that you taste good?

[ He glances up at her briefly before giving her another long, broad-tongued stroke. Did some people not like hearing that or is it expected, perhaps? Regardless, he can't seem to get enough of her flavour and fully buries his mouth against her mound with a soft moan.

Complicated as the topography is, he's determined to figure it out, and thus figure her out enough to have her want him to do this again. If he can manage to get her screaming with minimal help, it'll be a victory for him. The tip of his tongue manages to catch just inside her, probing just inside her walls for the moment, never fully pushing in before shifting his focus to her clitoris instead. The flat of his tongue kneads against it with gentle, rhythmic motions, stopping on occasion to gently suck at it as well. ]

[biochemistry]

[Right now, he's learning her, she's learning how he feels, they're learning how all of this works when they're together. It's a process. Trial and error, though despite his nerves he's really not making many errors. Any errors. She feels really, truly nice.

She knows this is scary. He's in a terrifying position, especially if it's with someone he cares so much about and wants to please, and she understands that completely. He's doing well, though! So well.]

That's actually a fairly common remark, I think? Not, I mean, not just that I, but that... whoever... [She blushes. She doesn't want to sound arrogant.] I like... hearing...

[But the press of his mouth against her, the moan against her flesh, that sends a contradictory warm shiver up her spine and she can't help but moan, too, abandoning any logical thoughts.

Absently, she drapes one of her legs over his shoulder. It might give him a bit more room to explore, but mostly she does it because, well, she's not doing a very good job of keeping still. She urges him on a bit with her heel, then immediately:]

I'm sorry, I should have asked if...

[She doesn't move, but she relaxes a bit. Until --] Oh, God -- [his mouth finds her clitoris. Inside her is fine, but that's a sure way to please her, guaranteed and so wonderful.]

If you... that... [When he's sucking.] I really like that.

[bravelittlemonkey]

[ If Jemma were to look down at him, she'd see that his face, ears, and even his neck are a bright red. He can't help it; the sounds that she's making are much more erotic than he anticipated they might be. He can feel her body shifting under him and when her leg reaches over his shoulder, he lifts a hand up to hold onto her thigh, happy to have a little extra room.

It takes a moment of digging for the courage, but with his lips closed over her hardening flesh, he opens his eyes to gaze up at her from rhis new angle, eager to watch the effects he has on her. What's the fun in conducting an experiment if you can't have the fruits of your labour? Eager for another variable, Fitz gently hooks his fingernails against her skin and lightly rakes down to her knee.

As much as he appreciates her lessons (and he is taking them to heart), he wants to try things, see what works, what doesn't; to learn from successes and mistakes. Thinking of it this way, this really isn't quite as intimidating as he's made it out to be.

Finally, he sighs against her and breaks his mouth away briefly to catch his breath. Licking his lips, he smiles at her and brushes his hand against her lowered thigh, pausing just against where his mouth had been. ]

Would you like it if I used my hands? Should I go back?

[biochemistry]

[She's glanced down, felt both oddly proud and a bit embarrassed, in truth. She really doesn't mean to be so loud, never mind sounding erotic (another thing she's never really thought of herself doing), but -- well, she does like getting reactions from him, too, and he seems to be enjoying himself.

She hums, catching his gaze and nodding, just once, just letting him know this is exactly right. It is. Everything is where it ought to be right now.

And then he does that thing with his fingernails and --]

Oh, oh fuck.

[Dirtier than her mouth usually gets -- not that she doesn't think things like that, but she doesn't often say them, largely because she never quite knows how to read her audience, but what else can she say? That's, that's such a beautiful feeling, sharp next to how softly he's treating her elsewise.

Her eyes go wide when he pauses. She understands why he'd need to, but also...]

I... I... [She wrinkles her nose, frustrated at her own inarticulateness in this moment. She's getting closer and closer to gone.] I don't care how but keep, keep going.

[bravelittlemonkey]

[ He's a little surprised to hear that language come out of her, usually only hearing it when something in the lab has gone very wrong. He hardly minds, taking it this time as a very good sign. He kind of likes Jemma Unbuttoned like that.

Her desperation also comes as something of a surprise as well. It's a side of her he doesn't often get to see, and never like this, obviously. Fitz is almost afraid to run many more experiments, for fear of what she might do instead. He'd gotten good results so far, but there's still something he wants to try.

He does indeed bring his mouth back down to work on her clit, his tongue working almost roughly against her. He knows for certain that she likes that. Instead of scratches, this time his hand moves just below his chin, where he pushes a finger into her body. It's much easier than he anticipated, but he isn't deterred, his finger moving slowly and pressing into her walls, contrasting with the furious pace his tongue is working. It isn't long either, until he's pressing in a second and pushing in as deep as they can manage again and again. ]

[biochemistry]

[It's one of the best signs, really. She's running out of words that can explain how good she feels at this moment, is the extent of it, and he's very good at getting her here quickly. It makes sense. They can read each other, this should be no different.

The funny thing is, this is one of the only contexts in which she lets her desperation show. She's really very high-strung in a lot of ways, she's just used to holding it back for one reason or another. There's no reason to hold it back here. She knows that.

She laughs happily when he starts in with his tongue again, satisfied (not that she doesn't mind having to beg a little sometimes) and delighted, but then -- oh, then! His finger slides in, it's no surprise to her that it's so easy, she's known she was ready for something like that awhile now, and he's going two different speeds, perpetuating two different sensations, and it's so much, in a good way, but she can't help but whimper out:]

Oh, that's so --

[And she interrupts herself with a gasp, and it could mean any number of things.]

[bravelittlemonkey]

[ He's not sure whether or not he should be concerned that she's stopped giving him a lot of verbal feedback. She starts, but then stops, leaving him a little bewildered, but not undeterred from his task. He does note to himself that he really likes that sound in her voice.

When she gasps, he looks up, his eyes scanning her body language the best that he can from this angle to determine whether or not he's hurt her or she's not enjoying herself. He can't really make out much of anything, but he does pull his mouth away once his wrist has a decent rhythm built up, steadily speeding up.

He's always dreamed of wanting to have Jemma, but never really ever thought about what it would be like, or what she would be like. This is far beyond his imagination, but he can't say he's ever been so turned on by anything in his life.

There's a small shift in his weight as he sits up on his knees, freeing up a hand which curls itself over the curve of her hip. his lips part to speak, but the words take an extra moment to come out as he carefully chooses them and takes his time to say them. ]

I need to know what you want. Even if it's hard, Jemma. Please.

[ He's gotten a lot of data so far, but she's proven that circumstances can wildly change a person's desires. ]

Do you want more like this?

[ His nails rake down the skin of her leg again, this time drawing patterns that zig and zag, leaving white trails in their wakes. ]

More here?

[ He adjusts his wrist, spending about ten seconds slamming his fingers into her until his arm begins to wear out. His hand shifts again, pressing the heel of his palm against her clit and grinding circles into it, his fingers still working into her, though much more slowly this time. ]

Or more like that?

[biochemistry]

[He shouldn't worry. She should have warned him about this beforehand, and she makes a mental note to clue him in after, if he doesn't figure it out. (Sometimes she runs all the way out of words. That's a rather high compliment.)

She's wavering on the edge right now, which means that she's chasing whatever sensation she can get. But he asks so gently, so carefully, like he's afraid of breaking her (he couldn't, not like this, but the concern is overwhelming), that she tries her hardest to summon at least a few words for him.

It's important. It'll make this nicer for them both.

He starts in with his nails and she makes a strange keening noise, nodding very fervently.]

I like that.

[Maybe they should have a talk after this where she explains her preferences more fully. That edge of sensation she likes to tread. But right now, learning by example.

His fingers are so nice, they are, but she's sure that must be tiring, and the attention to her clit...]

And that. That's... it's really...

[She smiles down at him a bit lazily, almost in apology, but also as a way to finish the sentence. It's really, really good, and her pulse is racing. Her heel, he might notice, is pressing against his shoulder again.]

[bravelittlemonkey]

[ Fitz knows it's difficult for her to articulate much of anything. In her position, it must be. And with her heel pulling him back in, it's hard to resist her, the addictive flavour of her still on his tongue. Despite everything, he's still rather proud of his memory, and he files his notes away for later use.

He settles himself back on his stomach, a little sad he can't properly watch her from this angle, but his lips close over her once again and begin to dutifully suck. She'd seemed to like that before. His hand, meanwhile, begins moving faster, harder. His hand is soaked in her, but he hardly minds at all, mostly just thankful for her being so naturally slippery and making it easier for him.

It's almost a solid minute before his hand even begins to slow, choosing instead to push a third finger into her and thrust into her nearly as hard as he can manage. It's a tight fit, so he can't move quite as fast, but he can move harder, he quickly discovers. It's something he wants to take advantage of, certainly.

His chest aches, hearing her sounds. He wants to make her happy, please her, and show her how much she means to him. Even despite how uncomfortable his own trousers have gotten, she matters more to him. The discovery and the learning is almost enough satisfaction for him. Almost. He's always heard stories of men not fully taking care of the women they love, and he's determined not to be one of those. Not to Jemma. She's far too important to neglect, and before he can be seen to, he needs to make absolute certain that she's gotten at least some satisfaction. ]

[biochemistry]

[She really is trying -- but there's a certain peace in incoherency, too, when it's like this. It's hard to explain, she knows, but she sort of treasures being able to just sink back and rely on instinct, know it would come across. If he can figure her out right now, he'll have no problem figuring her out any time like this.

If she has her way, there'll be plenty of time to watch, for the both of them. If she has her way, this is only the first of many, a sort of test-drive. If there was any concern about this going beyond tonight because of dynamic, it's been erased. This definitely passes her test. (Of course there's a test. Of course he passes.)

The third finger makes her moan, loud and unashamed and just this side of desperate.]

God, Fitz, I -- that's so good.

[She's not a good dirty talker, but she skirts the line sometimes. She's certainly not quiet.

In the back of her mind she can imagine how worked up Fitz is, and she wants nothing more than to help, but in the front of her mind, all she can think about is this, this agonizingly wonderful build in her belly, the way he feels so nice in her and against her.

More quietly:] I think... close.

[biochemistry]

[It isn't shy, he's right about that. She'll have to explain it later, that's clear, but until then... she's just being sweet. That's the easiest way to think about it.

She's not trying to work him up. If anything she wants to ease into it with him.

She nods at his decision. That suits, and she immediately sets about removing his pants, then his underwear, urging his hips up to make that go faster.]

Maybe. I'd say it's likely.

[She's bright eyed and grinning, but she still hesitates before actually properly touching him. She likes permission. That's an easy easy to put it.]