English-Estonian Hybrid

May was devoting every second of her time to trying to find Coulson and, in return, figure out a way to keep him alive. Mack was angry and betrayed, staying stoic and silent whenever he was in the same room as her, even if he didn’t directly say or do anything. Elena was doing her best, trying to get Jemma to open up and to talk, but the biochemist often kept her visits extremely short and completely focused on Elena’s injuries and recovery.

Deke remained the only one able to really get her to say or do anything, his presence, which had gone from an annoyance to an unshakable support, the only thing keeping her grounded.

Her morning sickness got worse as one week wore into two. Her hands often shaking as she would clutch at the closest garbage bin as waves of nausea swam through her over and over again. She kept little down – only managing enough to keep herself from suffering from dehydration and starvation. As a result, she found herself losing weight, almost always dizzy, and constantly exhausted, even as she tried to help May find a cure for Coulson.

“She needs to talk to someone,” Elena hissed, sticking her foot off the bed and stopping Deke from leaving the room.

“She’s –”

“She is not fine,” the woman shot back, a glare on her features. “She is barely holding it together. She’s scared, I know, but she needs to talk to Fitz. They need each other – even if they’re not on the same page about things right now. She can help him get better and he can keep her from getting worse.”

“She won’t go down there. I’ve tried,” Deke insisted.

“Try again.”

--

“Jemma,” Deke said, keeping his voice low and tempered as he entered his bunk that evening, finding her lying down, a cold compress on her forehead. She gave a soft noise to indicate she heard him, but made no move to say anything or sit up. “What’s wrong?” he pressed, moving until he could kneel down next to the bed.

“Just a headache. I couldn’t stop throwing up earlier.” Her words were quiet and weak, her voice rough from the soreness of her throat.

“Can I get you anything?” he asked, watching as Jemma shook her head minutely.

“I just want to sleep,” she replied, eyes drifting closed.

--

She lasted three more days before it caught up with her. The exhaustion combined with mild dehydration and malnutrition from barely being able to eat or drink due to her morning sickness finally taking their toll. She went to stand up, unable to concentrate on the information in front of her any longer, the attempt to find something to help Coulson making her head hurt.

“Simmons have you –” Daisy started, glancing up at her. Jemma stood, intending to cross the floor to where Daisy was seated, when her vision swam. She staggered for a moment, trying to grab at the edge of the desk, but lost consciousness before she could get a single word out.

--

Fitz looked up when the door to his cell clanged open, Deke rushing through the entrance, eyes wild and panicked.

“Fitz,” he panted, cheeks flushed with exertion, telling of how he had rushed down to the correct floor. “You need to come with me.”

“No, Deke, I’m not going anywhere. I’m down here for a reason,” Fitz retorted, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned back against the wall next to the bed.

“I get that, really, I do, but Jemma is sick. She collapsed and she hasn’t regained consciousness yet and I’m getting really worried and –” Deke rushed. Fitz was instantly on his feet, practically running to the door, Deke letting out a huff before following.

“What happened? What’s wrong with her?” Fitz demanded once they were in the elevator, wringing his hands.

“I… I don’t know,” Deke mumbled.

--

Jemma felt wretched, her head throbbing, the constant nausea simmering just beneath her skin as she slowly came to, the slight tug of an IV in the back of her hand.

“Fitz?” Jemma asked, blinking open tired eyes to find him crouched next to the bed, stroking her hair back from her face. “What’re you-?”

“Deke came to get me,” Fitz explained. “He told me you collapsed.” Jemma whimpered at the realisation, dizziness still clouding her vision as she tried to sit up.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for-”

“Please, stop,” Fitz cut her off, voice pained as he gingerly pressed at her shoulders until she was lying down again. “If you don’t want me to be here, I’ll go back downstairs. But I just… I needed to make sure you were alright.”

“Don’t go,” she said, unable to stop the tears that welled in her eyes. “Please. Just… just stay for a few minutes.” He nodded, moving until he was sitting on the edge of the mattress, worry clouding his eyes as he let them rove over her body – taking in how pale and exhausted she looked. “H-how are you?” Her question made him pause, his hand tensing against his leg before he blew out an exaggerated breath.

“Not great,” he confessed. “I’m… there is a lot I’m going to need to deal with, Jem. More… more than I can even really comprehend right now. But… but I haven’t been hearing him in my head much the last few weeks. Daisy comes to check every day.”

“D-daisy has been to see you?” she asked.

“Yeah… she comes to check to make sure that I’m not getting lost in my psychosis. That… that he hasn’t taken over again.  He’s gotten angry and the imprisonment but I’ve done that to myself. Its just not safe to be around me.”

“You would never hurt me,” she choked out, watching his face fall.

“But I almost did Jem,” Fitz murmured, regret clouding his eyes. “I’m… I’m trying to work on it. But its going to take time. And I don’t want to hurt you or anyone else until I can control this. Besides, I doubt anyone wants me faffing about.”

“I want you,” she whispered, catching his hand in hers as she started crying. Fitz smiled sadly at her, twining their fingers.

“Is Deke taking good care of you?”

“Deke… he’s a good kid, Fitz. I know we all got off on the wrong foot but… he’s been wonderful.”

“Don’t know if we can call him a kid, we’re practically the same age as he is,” Fitz muttered, trying to get her to laugh. Instead she just let out a somewhat choked sob, her fingers tightening when she felt him trying to pull away. “I… I should go.” He tried to stand, only to have her frantically sitting up, desperately attempting to keep him at her side until she was overcome with vertigo, eyes rolling as she started to fall back against the pillows. Fitz caught her, cradling her head as he lowered her back down. “Jem? Jemma, I need you to look at me. What’s wrong?”  

“Just – just a bit dizzy. Sat up too fast. I’ll be fine,” Jemma insisted. “I’m just tired. Haven’t been sleeping much.” Fitz scoffed.

“Jemma, this… its more than that though, isn’t it? You’ve lost weight. Deke told me you can’t keep any food down. I had to put in an IV,” he said, voice tight. “Please. Tell me what’s going on.” She looked up at him, noting the fear in his eyes as he watched her. She let out a shuddering breath, unable to stop the tears that started to fall.

One: For someone that likes to be in charge of as much as possible in the lab and in her daily life, Jemma seems to come apart the quickest when he is the dominant one in the bedroom. Jemma herself seemed shocked at the realisation, chest flushed and heaving when he had rolled off her, her hips tender from where he had held her tight, moving her against him in whatever way he had wanted. She had told him the next morning that him being in control was something she’d like him to do often. If he was up for it.

Two: Jemma Simmons was a big fan of dirty talk. A few raunchy words whispered in her ear, a well-placed touch, and he would quickly find himself being dragged back to one of their bunks. She won’t ever admit it, he knows, but she seems to be particularly desperate when he whispers things to her within ear shot of one of their colleagues, despite the blush that immediately covers her cheeks and neck.

Three: Jemma cums harder than ever when he applies concepts one and two and combines them with making her wait. The first time he had turned her on and hadn’t been immediately able to follow through due to unforeseen circumstances, she had practically stripped him in the middle of the hallway, begging for him to take her and let her cum.

Its with those three things in mind that he decides that Jemma needs to stop being so concerned with work. Ever since Mace had shown up, she had become intensely focused, constantly exhausted, and wound up. She doesn’t admit it, but he can tell how tired and stressed she is by the way she forces herself to smile more around the others, the expression never quite meeting her eyes.

He wakes up earlier than her, but not early enough to really allow them enough time to have sex Instead, he lets his hand wander around the curve of her hip, slowly sliding down until he can delve beneath the tiny shorts she’s wearing to sleep in, smirking when he doesn’t encounter any knickers beneath them. Carefully, he drags his fingers up and down between her legs, reveling in the way she sighs, her thighs parting as he slowly starts swirling one finger against her entrance, wetness starting to pool there. Jemma lets out a little whimper as her eyes flicker open, the synthetic window Fitz had installed casting early morning light across her features.

“Fitz,” she sighed, hands slipping beneath the comforter to try and shove her shorts down so that he would have better access. He chuckles at her enthusiasm, leaning over to peck her on the lips before trailing kisses down her throat.

“D’you know how beautiful you are when you’re sleeping?” he asks, sucking on her collarbone as he pushes two fingers inside her, moving them in and out slowly while trailing his thumb over her clit in soft circles. “God, the things I want to do to you.”

“Tell me,” Jemma whispers, breath coming out in short pants as she rolls her hips against his hand. Fitz smiles against her skin, leaning up on his elbow to look down at her, thankful that her eyes have fluttered closed again so that he can glance over at the clock. He has about a minute until the alarm goes off.

“I want to trail kisses across your entire body,” he rasps, proving his point as he moves his lips down her chest, nudging against the hem of her camisole until it moves down slightly, exposing the swell of her breast but keeping her nipple just barely concealed. He grazes his teeth against the sensitive skin, feeling her nipple pebble beneath the thin cotton. “But I could spend hours here. Licking you, biting, sucking on your nipples for hours –”

-Beep, beep, beep –

Jemma lets out a frustrated growl, slamming her hand down on the alarm before it moves back to Fitz’s head, her fingers tangling in his hair as she tries to move him just a little bit lower, desperate to have him follow through with his words.

“Jem, don’t you have that meeting this morning?” he queries, looking up at her.

Jemma swears loudly, moaning in defeat as she feels him take his hand from between her thighs and sit up. She looks at the clock, contemplating for a moment, before she remembers that the meeting is in half an hour and she still has to shower, dress, and grab something to eat. With a groan, she shoves herself off the mattress, not bothering to grab her shorts as she darts into the bathroom, the shower clicking on a heartbeat later.

Fitz grins, rolling onto his back and staring at the ceiling as he slips his hand beneath the waistband of his trousers, stroking himself until he’s hard. Jemma is rushing back into the room, hair wet and wrapped in a towel, less than five minutes later, hastily digging out some clothes. Fitz knows its mean, an unfair tease, really, but he climbs off the bed, wrapping himself around Jemma’s back and thrusting slowly against her arse just as she grabs a blouse from the closet.

“Skip your meeting?” he asks, making sure to keep his voice low as he drops a kiss against Jemma’s neck. Her hand trembles slightly, hips pressing back against him without conscious thought as she all but whimpers.

“Fitz, please, you know I can’t,” she says, voice tight.

“I know. I’m sorry,” he responds, one more kiss on her shoulder before he backs away, heading for the bathroom to shower and deal with his erection.

He isn’t really sorry at all, especially when he sees Jemma squirm slightly, her business attire firmly affixed before she slips out the door, calling out a gentle ‘I love you’ as she goes.