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“Did you know you have a nice arse?”
Fitz paused in the act of lifting his water bottle to his lips.
“Uhm. What?”
Jemma snickered. He rolled his eyes and drank.
“No, I mean it,” she said.
She stretched her limbs out, enjoying how Fitz's eyes snapped to her form. He didn’t seem to know where to look first.
His water bottle was all the way over on the hotel room’s desk. That was too far from the bed.
Still. Seeing him walk around naked was pretty fun.
“Are you close to rallying?” she asked.
He jumped back onto the bed, landing on his side next to her and making her burst into giggles when the move made her bounce on the mattress.
His eyes got stuck on her boobs again.
“Fitz. You’re allowed to touch now.”
He kept looking at her boobs. "I am considering my plan of attack.”
“This is an attack?” she asked, amused.
He met her eyes and shrugged. He looked delighted.
She trailed her fingertips along his collarbone. She wanted to spend time on every piece of him.
“I have ten years of ideas and research to put into practice,” he said. “A plan is good.”
“Tossing off to porn is research?”
He snorted. “Like I needed porn when I had you bending over in the lab every day.”
He touched her stomach, carefully, like he still couldn’t quite believe he was allowed to do it.
She just adored this man.
“I’m so glad I’m with you,” she whispered. “This isn’t- from what I understand, first times aren’t usually quite like this.”
He snorted. “No. Definitely not.”
Her heart started to pound anew when his lips quirked in half a smile.
“We already tell each other almost everything,” he said. “And all the things we’ve done for each other and together? How comfortable we are? This is new, but it’s still just…us. Figuring something new out.”
He really could be romantic when he wanted to be. The sharp contrast of this him to all the other versions of him she already knew was mesmerizing.
“We do tell each other almost everything,” she said softly. “Most of what I haven’t told you are my thoughts about this, actually.”
His eyebrows shot up. “Barrier’s been removed from that, if you’ve noticed.”
She bit her lip. He pressed his lips against her stomach and brushed them over her skin, making his way up her body. She fought a silly grin when he nuzzled the side of her breast. He’d stared at them enough over the years. She imagined he would be spending quite a bit of time on them. He cupped one and ghosted the pad of his thumb over her nipple.
He found a spot on her neck with his lips that made her shiver and settled against it. She hoped he'd leave a mark. She dragged her fingers through his hair.
“I can tell you anything I want?” she breathed.
“Mm-hmm.”
“Say all the dirty thoughts I’ve ever had about you?” she said. Her voice was low again.
She was in bed with Fitz. She kept thinking that. She was still internalizing that it was real.
He made a new noise against her then moved and kissed her with renewed urgency. She touched his arms and encouraged him to rest his weight on her. She loved it. She loved their skin pressed together while he weighed her down.
She explored his back with her palms. She couldn't touch him enough.
The kiss broke and they both gasped for air. She was buzzing so much again. His eyes were so dark.
“I want to hear all of it,” he said, his voice rough. “I want to know everything you’ve ever imagined us doing. I want to know what you think about when you touch yourself. Tell me all of it.”
A rush of arousal pulsed through her. God, she really could tell him anything, and he’d try to make it happen.
“I will,” she promised. “One thing at a time.”
He stroked his palm over her side and caressed her hip.
“What’s first, then?”
She couldn’t help a breathy giggle at how eager he sounded. He smiled at the sound. She cut herself off with a surprised gasp when he slipped his hand between her legs and cupped her sex. The heel of his palm pushed against her mound in a way she was certain he wasn't doing on purpose, but that made her keenly aware of how badly she wanted him inside her again.
“I wanna try being on top,” she said.
He let out a little whine of his own and kissed her hard. She clung to his shoulders, overwhelmed by the feeling of his cock, which apparently had sprung entirely back to life, brushing against her hip while he massaged her folds with his fingers.
“Yes,” he murmured. “I have thought about that so much. God.”
He couldn’t seem to stop kissing her and she loved it, but she also had a mission. She pushed his shoulder and, taken by surprise, he fell onto his back with an “oof!”
“I thought you wanted to be in control here,” she teased.
She knelt next to him.
Really, the teasing was also to give her a second to figure out the logistics of getting on top of him correctly.
Because she was going to be on top of Fitz. Finally.
She had to kiss him again.
He framed her face with his hands and deepened it, thoroughly exploring her mouth before he pulled away just enough to speak.
“That does not preclude getting to watch you fuck yourself on me,” he murmured.
Oh, god.
His pupils were completely blown.
Fitz told her everything in his head when he was relaxed. When they were like this? It just kept spilling out of him.
She threw her leg over his waist, hovering over him on all fours and then scooted her knees back, trying to get to the right spot without somehow landing several inches too high on his stomach first. She did not think she could look particularly enticing in that moment, but his eyes snapped to her boobs swaying as she moved. He was clearly still with her.
She planted her hand on his sternum and rested her weight on it so she could reach between them and figure out angles. Why was figuring out the right angle to achieve penetration this bloody difficult?
He let out a grunt when she touched him. So many new sounds to pull out of him.
The tip of his cock brushed her folds. He gasped and she nearly crumpled and right, it was because she was too turned on to form complete thoughts and he was too hard and too distracted by her boobs and his sudden need to explore her thighs with his hands to help.
“You okay there?” he asked, and under the deep rasp, there was a little amusement.
“Are you mocking me right now?” she demanded.
“When do I ever not oh, fuck, baby-”
She’d gotten them to line up right and sank all the way down, cutting him off. She was faintly aware of him gripping her hips hard but the rest of her focus was totally taken up by the feeling of him filling her up like this. He was so deep in her.
“Oh,” she whimpered.
“Jem,” he gasped.
She tightened herself around him, just to see what he’d do and how it felt. He let out this broken moan and his hips jerked up, jostling her. She caught herself on his chest, whining at how that shifted his cock inside her. He was pressing against- that was-
She firmly told her brain to shut up and did what her body was demanding. She rolled her hips, gasped, and did it again and again, trying to find something like a rhythm and that was almost right, she liked that, but it wasn’t quite there. She leaned forward just a bit more and managed to get pressure on her clit when she moved again. Her lips parted on a soft moan.
She hadn’t realized she had closed her eyes until she opened them to see that Fitz’s gaze was locked on where they were joined. His lips were parted and his chest was heaving with how hard he was breathing.
“Fitz.”
He looked at her face and she moved again, trying that same hip roll and god, that was good, she needed more of that. This choked sound she wanted to memorize escaped him.
“Is that?” he breathed out.
She nodded eagerly and kept going. Her thighs were already burning but it was so, so worth it, and she’d get better at this, she’d get stronger in this new way.
His fingertips bit into her skin and he threw his head back against the pillow. God, it was good to know she could do this to him, to make him feel the pleasure she could see on his face.
“Do I feel good?” she whispered.
“Jesus, yeah,” he choked back.
She had thought about seeing him like this so many times and there he was, under her and inside her and desperate. She whined and moved faster, wanting more of the friction she was creating with him in her.
“Talk to me,” she demanded. “Wanna know everything you think. I want to hear it, Fitz, don’t hold back.”
“Can’t think about anything but you wrapped around me,” he gasped. “Wanna feel you come like this. Need it.”
She concentrated on how he felt. She couldn't quite shut her brain off, even if it wasn't working quite correctly. She felt good, she felt like she was almost where she needed to be, but she couldn't grab onto it.
She whimpered. “Help me.”
“How?”
She didn’t know how.
“It’s so much,” she whined. “I’m- Fitz-”
He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her to lay down on top of him. He kissed her hard. She felt him pouring everything he had into it and this was what she had needed, she had needed him closer. She wrapped her arms around his neck and she was able to really move on him like this, was able to rub her tits against his chest, could grind her clit against him and she felt safe and loved and god, it felt so good. She felt shaky and desperate and she was building in a way that was so overwhelming. Her mind finally blanked out.
She broke the kiss with a moan.
“Come on, love,” he said, and she could hear how close he was to cracking. “Got you. I’ve got you.”
She thrust herself on him hard, again and again, and she was so bloody close and-
"Please, I'm almost," she moaned. "Please, please-"
"Can I-"
"Yes!"
She clung to him as he rolled them over and took over with these desperate, hard thrusts she loved and she finally broke with a wild cry.
She lost herself in this pleasure that felt like it was crashing into her, over and over. It was different, somehow, coming with him in her, feeling her pussy pulse around something that really filled her up.
“Come inside me,” she choked. She didn’t know where the words came from. “Come inside me, Fitz.”
“Jemma,” he gasped.
This devastating moan escaped him as he came hard. God, his cock spilling in her was nearly enough to send her over the edge again.
He crumbled onto her, fully pinning her to the bed. She was so glad for it. She needed to be close to him.
His eyes were glittering. He rested his forehead against hers as they both worked to catch their breath.
She liked this part. It was a little overwhelming to feel this much, but she was safe. There was nowhere in the world she’d rather be than wrapped up with him like this.
“You okay?” he said.
She nodded and a slow smile spread across her lips. “Mm-hmm.”
He softly kissed her then rubbed the tip of his nose against hers, which was ridiculously cute.
“I love watching you come," he said.
Her smile widened. “You can do it as often as you like.”
“Now that’s a good challenge.”
“Yeah?”
“Mm-hmm.”
She pouted when he rolled off of her onto his side. She did not like him slipping out of her. It helped that he didn't go far and that her body was still buzzing, though.
She threw her arm over her head and breathed deep, settling.
Fitz’s eyes flew to her boobs.
She snorted.
“You literally just came,” she said.
He gave her an incredulous look. “Do you know how much I have thought about your boobs?”
She shrugged. “I’d guess a lot.”
“Exactly.”
“What have you thought about them?”
He propped his head up on his hand. “Uhm. Thoughts have ranged from just ‘god those look nice’ to ones I am not sure are appropriate.”
It was her turn for an incredulous look.
“Fitz,” she said. “We just had sex. Your cum is inside me.”
He sharply inhaled. “Yes. Yes, it is.”
He reached for her, cupping her breast and gently fondling her.
Renewed arousal achieved during his refractory period. Interesting- and helpful.
She’d wanted him for so long. She wasn’t even close to satisfied.
She arched her back, pushing herself into his hand. He let out a soft noise and kissed her, still showing some of that hunger of his- and of course it was still there. They'd just gotten started.
She gasped into his mouth when he caught her nipple between his thumb and finger and gently twisted it.
“Yeah?” he murmured.
“Uh-huh.”
He kissed across her cheek then down her neck. Her thoughts scrambled when he replaced his fingers with his mouth. She let out a heavy moan at the rasp of his tongue against her skin.
She whimpered in protest when he pulled back. He started paying attention to her other nipple, rolling and twisting it with his fingers, too.
“Fitz," she whined. Her hips twitched.
“That,” he said. He was a little hoarse again. “I thought about playing with your tits until you moaned my name. About how wet I might be able to get you, how soft or rough you’d want me to be.”
"You can be rough."
He let out this little growl and fell on her. Her eyelids fluttered at the heat of his mouth moving over her skin, at the eagerness with which he sucked on her nipples and massaged her flesh. She was squirming under him before she knew it.
He was panting, too, when he let her slip out of his mouth.
“Can I touch you? Is it too soon?”
“Please,” she gasped.
Her thoughts blanked out again when he slid a finger through her folds and teased it at her entrance.
“Inside me,” she demanded.
She sighed when he slipped it inside her.
“Another,” she said. “More.”
“You’re so fucking sexy, do you know that?”
Any response she might have had was cut off when he added a second finger. He almost lazily slipped them in and out of her.
She whined and bucked her hips, but he didn't listen.
"Didn't know how much I'd like this part," he said.
She frowned. “What?”
He shot her a wolfish grin. “How much I like knowing my cum’s inside you.”
She shivered and clung harder to his shoulders. “Fuck. I did.”
He blew out a breath. “Did you?”
“Mmm-hmm. Thought about it all the time.”
“What did you think about?”
She rocked against his hand. He smiled a little wider and started thrusting his fingers in her in earnest. She let out a relieved moan.
“Riding you in your office and not cleaning up,” she gasped. “Sitting on my stool in the lab with you dripping out of me. Talking to other people with you still in me.”
His jaw dropped. “Jesus Christ.”
He sat up, suddenly, and knelt next to her hip. She was confused until he slipped his other hand between her legs, too, and worked her clit while he fingered her. She grabbed the pillow, trying to anchor herself.
“Oh,” she moaned. “Fitz, that feels so good.”
“Did you fuck yourself while you thought about it?” he rumbled.
“Yes,” she whimpered. “I’d come so hard, Fitz. Moan your name.”
“I wanna watch you,” he said. “I used to imagine that. You rubbing yourself and wanting me in you.”
“Yes,” she choked. “You. Always you.”
“Thought about this so much,” he rasped.
“How was I fucking myself in your head, Fitz?”
He moaned and leaned over, sucking her nipple into his mouth again and lightly biting her until she cried out.
She wanted him again. She wanted him so much.
He lifted up his head and watched her face as he spoke.
“Back of a classroom in a lecture, hand in your knickers,” he said, sounding like he was halfway to cracking and god, he was hard again. “In my bed on your stomach with your ass in the air. In your bed in the dorms with your hand over your mouth, coming hard and trying not to let anyone hear you.”
“Oh god,” she choked. “What if you had walked in on me?”
“Might have shot off in my trousers just from seeing you,” he rasped. “Would’ve gotten my tongue in your cunt no matter what.”
"Wanted it," she gasped. "Would've asked you to."
“Anything you want, Jem.”
With a few more perfectly angled thrusts of his fingers she came. A loud cry escaped her as she shook and her thighs clamped around his hands.
“Fuck,” he gasped. “Fuck, Jem.”
He kept her primed, kept lightly moving his fingers in her and god, she just wanted more.
“Fitz,” she said. “I’ve always- I’ve thought about-”
“Say it.”
“Fuck me in the shower.”
His jaw went slack. “Really?”
“Yes. Move it.”
He already was scrambling to stand. She stood, too, and her legs were a little shaky but it was fine, he was grabbing her hand and they stumbled into the bathroom together
A logical voice in her head pointed out the amount of injuries caused by attempting intercourse in the shower. She firmly told it to shut up.
As he turned on the water and tested it, she forced herself to look around instead of just at his arse and back. The shower floor had grips on it, so that would help, and the door was heavy and solid but not ridiculously tall, with a railing nearly flush to it. She nodded and moved around Fitz to step under the warm spray.
As soon as her hair was thoroughly wet, she turned to look at him with a grin. As she’d suspected, he was frozen in place, gaping at her.
She giggled. “Did I just fulfill a fantasy?”
He nodded vigorously. “Yup.”
“Get in here and do one of mine.”
“Oh, I’ll do something.”
She would have mocked him but he was suddenly next to her closing the door behind him. She touched his waist and shuffled them so he was under the spray.
Wet, hard, naked Fitz, grinning at her.
Then he pulled her in for a kiss and she was snogging naked, wet Fitz, with every inch of him pressed against her and his cock pushing against her stomach. This was the best night of her life so far. He palmed her breast and massaged her, getting rough with her as he brushed his lips over the curve of her shoulder and up her neck.
“Fitz,” she whimpered. “Please.”
He groaned into her skin and nipped at her jaw. “How do you want it?”
Christ, how didn’t she want it?
She slipped out of his hold, ignoring his protesting whine and turned to face the door. She bit her lip, wrapped her hands around the railing, and looked at him from under her eyelashes.
“Will this work?” she asked.
His jaw was slack again. “Uh- yeah, uhm, I think-”
She arched her back.
“Yup,” he said immediately.
She couldn’t help but giggle. She lost the sound in a gasp when he touched her waist but didn’t immediately mold himself against her. He pressed his lips low against her spine instead and used them to trace her vertebrae up her back, feathering them over her skin as he moved. It made her shiver, this care he gave her in the middle of them exploring this new thing.
He pushed her hair over her shoulder so he could lightly bite at the back of her neck. She gasped and arched her back harder at the feeling.
It was so wonderfully overwhelming, how surrounded by him she felt. He wrapped one of his arms around her waist and kissed her shoulder and there he was between them, fumbling a bit to position himself but that was right, too. She loved that he didn’t know this any better than she did.
Then, he was pushing slowly inside her with a broken moan and her brain went totally blank.
“Fitz,” she whimpered.
“God, you, I can’t-”
He suddenly snapped his hips into hers, filling her up completely and a broken cry escaped her.
“Oh!”
“Sorry,” he gasped. His grip on her tightened and he held himself still. His whole body was shaking. “Sorry, that was harder than I meant to, sorry- you okay?”
“Yes, do that again!”
“You-”
“Now!”
He groaned and started moving in her with the same speed but not force and she wanted it, she wanted that.
“Harder.”
“Shit.”
He listened, driving into her hard and fast and god, whatever way he was angling himself into her was perfect, how he was driving against that spot inside her like she really needed was goddamn perfect.
“Fitz,” she sobbed, “yes!”
He kissed her jaw so she turned and caught his lips with hers, kissing him sloppily and trying to get enough air at the same time. He pinned her more firmly to him with the arm around her waist and let his other hand wander. He planted it high on her breastbone and she whimpered at the warm press of his palm. It was so possessive, how he stroked his thumb along the side of her neck.
“Touch yourself,” he rasped. “Show me.”
She whined and listened, finding her clit and rubbing it. The sharp pleasure of it twined with the way he was fucking her and she found herself on the edge.
“Fitz, I,” she gasped. Her legs were shaking so hard.
"That's it," he said. "Good girl."
She squeezed her eyes shut and just felt, felt Fitz holding her and touching her everywhere, the hard, relentless thrusts of his cock, her skillful fingers on her clit, the press of his fingers along the base of her neck- everything.
“You feel so good,” he choked.
“Want it,” she choked back, barely knowing what she was asking for.
“Fuck,” he moaned. “I’m gonna come so hard, gonna fill up your cunt, drip out of you- so fucking good, Jem, you’re so fucking good for me-”
She let out a wail and broke, shaking out of control.
He kept going, rough and with no rhythm at all and she was sobbing his name, she knew, all she could do was take it and let herself feel all of it. He bit at her shoulder, at her neck and let out a shout of his own as he followed her.
She hung onto the door’s safety bar for dear life as her knees nearly buckled. Fuck, she loved him coming in her.
He said his fingers into the roots of her hair and tugged her head back so he could thoroughly kiss her and god, did she like that too. Being under his control when they were like this was something she needed much, much more of.
When they had calmed down, he softly ended the kiss. She opened her eyes to see him looking deeply satisfied.
“Was that what you thought about?” he rasped.
“So much.”
“Good. I think I might collapse if I move, though.”
“We’re putting a lot of faith in this door.”
“Yeah, yeah. I’m working on my feet supporting me again.”
“Good luck with that.”
-
They lazily made out in the shower and then, as she realized how tired she was, they actually used the shower to get clean.
He collapsed into bed and watched her yawn through putting on lotion.
“I’m really proud of us for not injuring ourselves in there,” he said.
She couldn't stop smiling. Naked Fitz, in her bed. A banner night.
She wrinkled her nose at him. “Horniness can lead to questionable decision making, it would seem.”
“That tracks with my entire life and the lives of most other people, yes.”
She crawled under the covers, yawning more. She smiled when he pulled the duvet over them and kissed her forehead.
They blinked sleepily at each other.
“Let me nap,” he mumbled. “But I’m totally going down on you again.”
“Absolutely,” she mumbled back.
She’d never felt more content. She’d never felt happier.
She feel deeply asleep with a smile on her face.