When Jemma Simmons and Leo Fitz find themselves as competing contestants on a holiday version of Great British Bake Off, it's not just the ovens that has temperatures rising. Their competitive spirit has sparks flying both on and offscreen, and as bakers get eliminated left and right in pursuit of the grand prize, Jemma and Fitz must decide if the budding romance between them is worth losing--or if it's winner take all.
Merry Belated Christmas @mrsleopoldfitz! I'm so sorry for being the worst Fitzsimmons Secret Santa ever this year but I hope you enjoy your gift. Thanks for being a great friend and putting up with me. Here's to many more years!
Bobbi woke up to sweat-soaked sheets and an unmistakeable ache betweeen her legs. She kicked the sheets off, still panting, and let her eyes close again as she tried to capture any detail she could of her dream. Since Hunter had made his return into her life and she had started getting laid more regularly, Bobbi’s raunchier dreams had tapered out signficantly, but this one... this one was something else.
“Nice of you to wake up.” Bobbi looked to her left and found Hunter starting back at her, eyes not at all hazed with sleep.
“Why are you awake?”
“Well, darlin’, it’s kind of hard to sleep next to someone moaning your name.” Hunter smirked at her.
“I’m not moaning now,” Bobbi said, flopping back down onto the bed. “So you can go back to getting your beauty rest.”
“C’mon, Bob,” Hunter said, rolling over so he was hovering above her. “You almost came in your sleep and you don’t want to finish the deal?”
“I did not almost - oh, God, Hunter!” Bobbi’s whole body jerked when Hunter ground into her, the half-remembered pleasure of her dream flooding back at the hardness of his cock against her center.
“Tell me you want to.” Hunter leaned down to nibble at her ear and Bobbi keened, hips canting up of their own volition.
“I want to,” she gasped.
“I know for a fact that you can be a hell of a lot louder than that.” Hunter’s nibbles turned into bites, tracing down her jaw and neck and leaving a trail of pleasure-pain in their wake. “You were just screaming my name in your sleep.”
When I was sleeping I wasn’t thinking about somebody hearing me, Bobbi wanted to protest. Instead she whimpered, all coherency lost between her brain and her mouth.
Hunter peeled off her sleep shorts and underwear, and Bobbi’s inner thighs trembled at the drag of the fabric across her skin. Hunter pulled his cock out of his boxers - it was angry red and straining, and Bobbi wondered how long, exactly, he had been listening to her make noises in her sleep for.
“You want me?” Hunter asked, guiding the head of his cock to her hole.
“Yes.”
“Louder,” he commanded, rubbing his cock against her entrance tantalizingly. She was beyond ready for him, wanted nothing more than for him to fuck her and finish what his dream self had started.
“I want you!”
“Louder.”
“Fuck!” she snarled when the tip of his cock pressed against her clit. “I want you, I want your cock in me, I want - oh holy God, Lance!” Her voice reached a crescendo when Hunter pushed into her, and she fisted her hands in the sheets in a futile attempt to ground herself. She hadn’t really believed Hunter when he said she almost came in her sleep, but it had only been a moment and she could already feel herself careening towards the edge.
“Everyone already knows you’re mine,” Hunter said as he fucked into her. “Why are you trying to hide it?”
She didn’t want to hide it. She didn’t.
When she came apart at his next stroke, Bobbi didn’t hold back her scream.
Here its is, cutting it down to the very last minute. My gift for @mrsleopoldfitz who prompted me with Fitzsimmons and making their own holiday traditions.
Jemma jumped at the sound of a thump against the front door. She just narrowly caught the stool that toppled when Peggy leap from the seat and ran to check what had caused the noise. “Don’t open it until you check who’s there.” Jemma called after the young girl. She grabbed a dish cloth to wipe the flower from her hands and peaked into the play pen where a little bundle with blonde curls slept peaceful, unbothered by the noise.
“It’s a package Mummy!”
“I’m coming.”
Peggy waited, bouncing on the balls of her feet. Anytime a package came this time of year was exciting as Christmas morning itself. Fitz’s mother sent cookies. Her parents spoiled the kids and sent expensive Christmas ornaments from where every they had travelled that year. These came snuggled between books and toys that were far more appropriate and appreciated.
The package was definitely too small to be the one from her mother and father and a quick shake determined it wasn’t their annual Christmas cookie shipment.
A terrible disappointment to Fitz who had just shuffled his way down the stairs, eyes narrowed on the box.
“Don’t get that look, our first batch will be out of the stove in a few minutes.”
“No offense Jemma but they’re not the same.”
Jemma crossed her arms. “We use your mother’s recipes!”
“Yeah, but I think she left something out.” Fitz said as he took the box from Jemma’s hands and flipped it around. “It’s from Daisy.”
“Aunt Daisy sent us something!”
“I saw and I told her not to send anything, she feels so bad missing Christmas this year.”
“Can I open it?”
“Come on Monkey, you can open it but only after I cut the tape.”
Fitz tucked the box under one arm and scooped up Peggy with the other. Jemma followed them into the kitchen, depositing the box on the one flour free corner of the counter and Peggy back on her perch on the stool.
Fitz cut open the box and handed a gift wrapped in pretty silver and red paper to Peggy. She tore into it, letting out a long ‘ohhhh’ as she stared at the book revealed beneath. “It’s got our name on it, Mummy read it please.”
Jemma sighed, extracting her hands from the bowl of cookie dough once more. Fitz handed her a towel before she could ask and Peggy handed her the book. She was surprised to see not a child’s book but a scrapbook with the words Merry Christmas Fitzsimmons embellishing the front, a picture of a plate of familiar cookies. “Peggy this isn’t a book you read, its one full of pictures.”
“Really?” Only her kid would find that a let down.
“It’s still really great Peggy.” Fitz slid the stool closer to the counter. Jemma smiled at the pair as they leaned in closer in anticipation. She flipped to the first page and Jemma grinned.
A collage of their little family adorned in Ugly Christmas Sweaters. They had started exchanging them annually years ago, way back at the academy.
It was one of their most significant traditions, started by accident and Jemma didn’t even know for years. When Fitz picked the first sweater he genuinely thought she would like it. It was a nice color, one he always thought looked especially nice on her. The material was soft and warm but not itchy like they sometimes could be. The reindeer weren’t even comical or cartoonish they were just little silhouettes. Unfortunately he had just opened one of his own gifts. A truly ridiculous Christmas sweater that apparently reminded her of one she’d seen him wear in a picture from his childhood. She thought it was so like them to have the same thought, dorky Christmas sweaters as gifts, and suggested they do it every year.
On the next page were a few shots of them in their kitchen. One showed herself cutting cookies from the dough rolled out in front of her. Fitz stood behind her, clearly sneaking raw cookie dough from the bowl. Jemma recalled scolding him, telling him not to eat it, only for him to remind her that the eggs were pasteurized.
The next picture over showed Fitz sneaking a spoonful to Peggy and she once more recalled her mantra, ‘don’t eat the raw cookie dough.’ She also distinctly remembered treating two intense tummy aches that night.
They flipped a few more pages. Their family outside building snowman. Silly kisses under the mistletoe. Presents being opened on Christmas morning.
Jemma stopped on one a little longer than the rest. It was just one picture on the page. Their family of four asleep on the couch, only her eyes were open as she held tight to a fluffy blue blanket with a tiny freckled face peaking out. Fitz was sprawled out at the other end of the couch, their legs tangled together in the middle. Peggy was passed out across his chest, his hand resting securely on her back as the dozed. It was taken last Christmas. When a fussy little boy refused to sleep but settled down miraculously when Fitz tuned the radio to a Christmas station.
The stove timer beeps and Jemma was pulled from her thoughts.
“Peggy sweetie, why don’t you go look at this on the couch and we’ll bring out some cookies when they’re cool.”
“Okay!”
Jemma pulled the cookies from the oven and returned to Fitz’s side. He had cleaned up the mess from the package was looking at a card they missed when they opened it. She wrapped her arms around Fitz’s middle, peeking at the note.
To my favorite family of science nerds,
I wish I could be with you guys again this Christmas but unfortunately duty calls. Maybe I can swing by around valentine’s day so you kids can have the night off from your kids. I’m going to miss your wacky traditions, even more after making this silly thing. I hope you like it.
Much Love,
Daisy
“That’s sweet, that she took the time to make this, especially considering she could throw a digital one together in probably half an hour max.”
“She got to do something with her down time, saving the world is just a part time job, didn’t you know.” Fitz smiled and Jemma giggled. Fitz reached past her for a cookie and Jemma tried to bat his hand away.
“Still too hot.”
“Don’t care.” He snatched up a tree shaped cookie, taking a bite despite the fact that it would burn his mouth. “They’re just not the same as when mom makes them.”
“Shut up!” She gentle shoved him away, still somewhat giggly. “You still have flour in your hair.”
He shrugged. “I’m not saying they’re bad you know, just different.”
“They’re ours.” She said picking one up off the tray. That was all it was.
Author: @eclecticmuses, @mrsleopoldfitz
Rating: Explicit
Chapters: 31
Relationships/Characters: Leo Fitz/Jemma Simmons, Will Daniels, Bobbi Morse, Lance Hunter
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Light Angst, Fluff, Explicit Sexual Content, This Plot Gets Derailed By Smut, Background Huntingbird
Summary: Jemma Simmons has her life turned upside-down when, on the day of her wedding, her best friend confesses his love for her. Making a rash decision to run away with him, can she put her life back in order? Can they put their lives back in order, and get past the pain they’ve caused to find happiness in their own right?
Excerpt from Chapter 31:
Fitz looked at himself in the tiny, smudged mirror he'd been allowed for the day and pressed up onto the balls of his feet. The stiffness in the brand new dress shoes made his toes pinch when he did it, but it was the only way he could see his tie. He fiddled with it, trying to make sure it was as straight as could be.
"Relax, mate," Hunter said as he clapped him on the shoulder. "You look great. Jemma's going to go crazy over you, and in nine months or so, Alya will have her little brother."
"Thanks," Fitz murmured, easing himself back onto the flats of his feet. "It's crazy, but I'm nervous. I know she isn't goin' anywhere, but still--"
"It's the hype is all. You're just excited." Hunter gave his shoulder a squeeze, then nudged him toward the door. "But enough of that. Bobbi has me under strict orders to get you to your first look and she'll kill me if we're late."
