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.]