My Fitzsimmons Secret Santa gift to @agentsofbruh, Merry Christmas Darling! I hope you’re having a good holiday. I had a lot of fun working on this! I hope ths works for you. =)
Fitz opened the door to his room to find Jemma curled up in his bed, fast asleep, wearing one of Fitz’s Christmas Jumpers that had disappeared from his wardrobe a few months back.
Fitz smiled at his sleeping girlfriend, the jumper looked much better on Jemma, but he was still going to no doubt give her trouble about it because she spent years telling him his giant collection of Christmas jumpers was absurd.
Fitz chuckled quietly before remembering why he was in here and he stepped towards Jemma, gently putting a hand on her shoulder.
“Jem, wake up.” Fitz said, gently shaking her.
Jemma mumbled something incoherent and shifted slight, her eyes flickering open.
“Jem, get up, I want you to see something.” Fitz muttered, pushing Jemma’s loose strands of hair out of her face.
“What is it?” Jemma asked, a small yawn escaping her lips.
Fitz smiled. “It’s a surprise, c’mon.”
Jemma sighed, sitting up and stretching. “This better not be another stray dog, Fitz.”
“It’s not.” Fitz replied with a laugh, helping Jemma to her feet.
“Oh my god,” Jemma said when they both stepped outside, a huge grin spreading across her face. “It’s snowing! On Christmas!”
Fitz laughed. “Yeah, I figured you would want to see, you’ve always been an enthusiast about snow.”
“Well it’s very fascinating- scientifically and aesthetically.” Jemma pointed out as she stepped out further into the snow, gently pulling Fitz with her.
“How are you not cold?” Fitz asked with a shudder.
Jemma rolled her eyes. “I’m wearing a jumper-“
“My jumper. One of the ones you said was silly.” Fitz said.
“I never said the sweaters were silly, I simply meant your collection of at least twenty Christmas jumpers is an excessive amount.” Jemma replied, crossing her arms.
“You have your collection of dead bugs, I have my collection of Christmas jumpers. But right now it’s snowing and I want to kiss you if that’s okay with you.” Fitz said, putting his hands on one of Jemma’s.
Jemma smiled, stepping closer to Fitz and uncrossing her arms. “That is perfectly okay with me.”
“I’m glad.” Fitz whispered as he leaned in and kissed Jemma.
