Deep Undercover

“Mr. and Mrs. Fitz-Simmons five minutes till the meeting” the concierge knocked on the door two more times before repeating the same sentence and then left. Simmons slowly stirred awake, taking in the surroundings of the hotel room. She tried to movie her arms from the uncomfortable position they were currently laying in but they were pinned down by some heavy object. She turned her head and awed at the scene in front of her. Fitz had fallen asleep, with his full body resting against Jemma, boy was he a sight for sore eyes.
“Fitz, Fitz, get up the meetings in five minutes!” She harshly nudged him, not wanting to be late. Fitz’ eyes shot open.
“Shit! We gotta go!” Luckily they were already dressed for the occasion as Coulson knew they were bound to screw something or someone up. Fitz glanced over to Jemma, noticing that he was obstructing her path to get up,
“Oh, haha sorry” Fitz blushed as he quickly got off of Simmons, helping her up in the process. Simmons too began blush as well but turned away to hide it and began walking towards the bathroom to quickly wash up. This time it was Jemma’s turn to freak out. Closing the door she took a deep breath before jumping up and down out of pure excitement
*Could this be a sign, I mean mixed with the kind stuff he said to me earlier, and the way he blushed after I kissed his cheek. No, no, no. Best not to get your hopes up Simmons, its probably just friendly gestures. Yea friendly, that's all. Ok, ok, breath in one….. And out one…. In one… out one.*
“Ok, let's do this.” Fitz was about to begin pounding on the door for her to hurry up, they had three minutes before the meeting began.
“SIMMONS! LET’S GO! COME ON!” Simmons opened the door, her hair loosely laying over her shoulders.
*God, she looks so beautiful*
“Wow, you look really nice Jemma” Fitz refrained from going on a nervous ramble and just preceded to smooth down his hair and straighten up his tux,
“As do you.” Fitz offered her his arm,
“Shall we?”
“We shall.”

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They arrived perfectly on time, slipping into some seats in the back to take notes while the scientists went on about their new breakthrough in technology. After about 2 hours of talk about the serum, which they had already examined in their mobile lab on the bus, Fitz gave Jemma a bored look. They had known this stuff about the serum since the field mission when they first got examples from Mike's blood after he was somehow stabilized. They didn’t know how he was perfectly ok after he was shot with the night night gun, or how he didn’t blow up, but they intended to find that out, and maybe they would in this extremely boring meeting.
“Jemmaaaa, I’m bored”
“Relax Leo, you sound like a whiny three-year-old.” She turned back to her pages of notes she had managed to take while Fitz crossed his arms and sulked over her using his first name instead of last.
“Jemma, can’t we just leave, there's nothing else for us to learn here, at least not yet until we get our hands on more serum.”
“That’s what we’re here to do Fitz, we have to buy some off the scientists.”
“Well can’t you do that, you don’t need me for that, I get nervous in front of people anyways.”
“You don’t get nervous in front of me” Simmons gave Fitz a questioning look, wanting her non-question to be answered.
“That’s because I’m comfortable around you, I’ve known you for 10 years.”
“Well I suppose that’s true.” Had it already been ten years! Everything went by so fast whenever she was with Fitz. Her heartbeat sped up just thinking about him and she attempted to take a few breaths to calm down.
“You alright Jemma?” Fit turned towards her with a concerned look on his face
“No yea Im fine, just a little stressed out I guess”
“Oh, well it’s alright,” Fitz placed his hand on top of hers to help her calm down, “I’m here to help.” Little did Fitz know, but that doing that didn’t help at all, in fact it made her heartbeat quicken, causing an urge of wanting him closer. She stared into his baby blue eyes, drowning herself in the beauty and love that filled them.
“Mr. and Mrs. Fitz-Simmons, do you have any input thus far in the presentation” The presenters where all turned towards them, no doubt expecting an answer worth their time. Fit stared blankly at Simmons as did she back. Suddenly thoughts filled his head,
“Actually,” Fitz turned to face towards the front of the room, “We are very impressed with the product, as is our employer. We would love to hear about the stability of the serum if you can share that information.”
“Of course, we would love to share more about the product” Fitz flashed Simmons a smirk before turning back towards the presenters, trying to show some interest. That smirk just melted Simmons, her legs turned to Jello and she couldn't focus on the presentation. Fitz began to take notes after realizing Jemma was totally out of it.
*What did I do… Is she surprised or mad or what… She looks like she’s swooning for something, or someone. There’s no way it could be me right, all I did was flash a smile.. Ya know she has been acting weird today…. What is wrong with her*

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An hour later the presentation finally ended at 10:30, exact. They had gotten all the information they needed and now where free to spend the rest of their night at their pace and will. But, as decided earlier they chose to spend this time going swimming. The pair quickly returned to their hotel room and took turns using the bathroom to get change.Fitz got ready first, saying that he had left something in the car and that Simmons could just meet him at the pool. After getting changed he quickly flew down the hall and scurried down the stairs, fast but careful enough not to fall. As soon as he reached the ground level he ran to the front desk and waited for someone to show up.
“Hello Mr. Fitz, is there something you need?” The manager stepped behind the desk and took a seat, waiting for Fitz’ response.
“Uh, actually yes. I know the pool is closed, but um I was wondering if I could use it to plan something special for my wife. We never got our honeymoon because we had to get right back to work, so maybe I could just use the pool for a little bit tonight.”
“Of course Mr. Fitz!”
“Fitz is fine.”
“Ok, well, Fitz,” The manager got up and retrieved a key card from his desk, “Here's the key card to get in after hours, use it for as long as you like.”
“Thank you so much!”
“Don’t mention it. Just when you're done with the card just leave it in your room when you leave tomorrow.”
“Will do, thanks! Fitz ran back out through the front of the hotel and over to where he had parked the car. He swiftly opened the trunk and found the box of Spaghetti Bolognese he had hidden. Quickly grabbing another bag, he slammed the trunk shut and ran to the small cafe they had in the hotel.
“Excuse me?”
“Yes, hi, hello sir, what can I get for you?”
“I was wondering if you could heat these up for me?” Fitz lifted up the two dishes and handed then to the man.
“Definitely, they will be ready in five minutes.”
“Perfect! I'll be back soon” Fitz, again, ran, but this time he ran towards the pool as fast as possible excited to get everything set up. Arriving at the pool he swiped the key card through its spot in the door, and swung it open, racing to find a perfect table to set up the dinner.
“C’mon…. C’mon… Ah Here we go!” Fitz found the perfect table sitting in a silent corner of the area. There were already two chairs so all he had to do was lay out the decorations and get the food. He placed the bag down on the ground and pulled out a very nice, red tablecloth that he had grabbed from storage on the bus. He then took out a nice glass vase that somehow had not broken in the chaos, along with a couple of white roses. Lastly he got out a couple candles and two sets of utensils, gently placing them in a very organized fashion on top of the cloth. He stood up, admiring his work and stretching his slightly sore back before remembering the food was probably ready.

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Up in the room Simmons was still taking her time to decide which bathing suit should wear,
“Light blue… or dark blue, light blue… or dark blue, that’s it, I'm calling Skye.” Simmons picked up the encrypted cell phone they had brought before realizing that she didn’t need to use it. It’s not like they were going to talk about spy stuff anyway. The phone rang 3 times before Skye answered
“Whats up Simmons, did you lose Fitz, please tell me you didn’t lose him, he promised he would do something.”
“What! No of course I didn’t lose him, what do you think I am, 7? I’m calling to ask for your advice. Wait, hold on! What do you mean “he promised to do something”?”
“Oh no”
“What the hell does it mean Skye!”
“Nothing! I swear! Ok! Now, what do you need my advice for?”
“OK, well. Fitz and I are going swimming right now, and he’s down there waiting for me and I haven't even gotten changed yet!”
“And why do you need my help?”
“Well, I brought two swimsuits, a light blue one and a dark blue one. Which one do you think I should wear?”
“Well you're going night swimming right?”
“Yea” Jemma scoffed at her dumb questions,
“Well then wear the light blue one, it will be easier for him to see who, if you know what I mean” Skye dramatically winked through the phone hoping Simmons would notice what she was going at.
“Your weird you know that”
“Love you too, Simmons! *cough cough* and so does someone else, byeeeee!”
“Wait, WHAT!” Skye immediately hung up the phone and was engulfed in her own laughter,
“Oh, this is gonna go great.”