Jemma shivers. He’s zoned in on her most sensitive spots already, and has been making good use of them this week, much to Jemma’s pleasure and frustration. Pulse jumping a little, she licks her lips and ducks her head, not wanting to put on a show in front of his family and certainly not the family priest. It’s not as if she’s worried about it for herself, but she knows that tonight their actions reflect back on Mary and Jemma has no desire embarrass Fitz’s mum.
Taking a deep breath, she tries to get her jittery pulse under control and looks up at Fitz. She’s already practically said outright, to his cousin no less, that she would (and hopefully will) marry him whenever he asks, but there’s still a part of her that wants to keep him guessing simply because so much of their relationship is based on the fact that they know nearly everything about one another.
Arching a brow, she gives him a teasing smile.
“Hmm, maybe. But a girl has to have some secrets you know.”
“Jemma,” Fitz pouts, fingers twitching against the small of her back as he whispers in her ear once more. “I though’ we dinnae keep secrets, lass.”
Even his best pair of puppy dog eyes don’t convince Jemma, however, and Fitz quickly finds himself sighing in resignation. For now, it’ll have to be enough to know that Jemma does want to marry him, one day at least, as insane as it is to even ponder. It actually strikes him as rather impossible, and he would pinch himself, if it weren’t for the fact that Jemma is currently tossing him a rather wicked grin that has him very interested in maintaining her attention.
He forces himself to behave, however, when his mum wanders by, that same knowing look in her eye, and tugs the pair of them out of their coveted hiding spot.
“C’mere, both o’ ye. I wan’ ye t’ introduce Jemma t’ everyone, Leo, no’ jus’ hide her away in th’ corner…”
Fitz is sorely tempted to sigh and shuffle his feet a bit at his mother’s mandate to share his girlfriend with the crowd, but one look from Jemma’s familiar honey eyes helps him stifle the urge, as does her small, soft hand slipping into his rougher fingers. It’s yet another reminder that with Jemma, he can do anything, even speak to his family members.
In truth, the forced socialization is rather easy for Fitz; it is his family, after all, and he’s only required to introduce Jemma to each family member in turn before falling silent and allowing her to carry the conversation. He jumps in here and there, giving his version of a story if Jemma’s version doesn’t quite fit his memory of events, but overall he’s content to simply listen to her speak. He loves her voice, the way it gets a bit higher when she’s excited about the topic, and the way she’s begun to speak with her hands, a sure indication that she’s slowly beginning to feel the wine she’s been sipping all evening.
Fitz is so entirely lost in her, inching closer to Jemma’s side as the conversation drags on, that he fails to notice a familiar blonde appear at his left elbow. In fact, it isn’t until Jessica clears her throat and tugs lightly at his jacket that Fitz even turns to acknowledge her, his jaw clenching in anticipation of the fight that seems inevitable when she’s around, although he manages to give her a rather civil nod in greeting.
“Leopold. I jus’ wanted t’ come an’ say hello. We’re apparently dinner partners tomorrow nigh’.” Jessica’s eyes cut to Jemma, and Fitz thought he saw something almost cruel there for just a moment before his former girlfriend spoke again, her fingers curling a bit around his bicep. “Although I’m sure ye’ll be missin’ yer lass… bu’ I’ll do my bes’ t’ keep ye entertained.”