So…

Final chapter. I can only say that these two dumb-geniuses finally get it together. It has taken me a little more than a year but I've finally finished this story! :)

And I had to bump the rating up. Nothing too...scandalous is happening but I did it to be safe.

Hope you guys like it... :)

Thanks to my Beta StarryDreamer01 who helped me edit this..

Here we go... :)

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN AGENTS OF SHIELD.

A guy and a girl can be just friends, but at one point or another, they will fall for each other... Maybe temporarily, maybe at the wrong time, maybe too late, or maybe forever.

Fitz looked at Jemma and knew instantly that something was wrong.

He'd waited for her to speak as he fumbled with words and admitted (more or less) that his feelings for her had just strengthened rather than diminished.

He was stunned, confused as he'd slowly come to the conclusion that she'd pretty much admitted the same.

But as he looked at her now, he realised that he must have said or done something because Jemma's eyes literally dimmed and turned blank.

"Jemma?" He stepped forward and his eyes widened when he saw a sheen of tears glaze her eyes. "Hey..."

She moved quickly and sidestepped him, heading to the room's door. Fitz barely had time to realise what she was doing and managed to catch her left wrist before her other hand had reached the knob.

"Jemma!" He forced himself between her and the door, hand still wrapped around her wrist.

"Hey, look at me," he said softly, tugging at her arm, hoping to meet her eyes but her gaze was on the floor.

"Let me go, Fitz," she said thickly and he shook his head even though she couldn't see him.

"No, I can't. What's-?"

"Let me go," She tried to shake his hand off but he kept his fingers wound around her wrist, enclosing it securely. His heart hammered in his chest, wondering what had occurred to make her react like this.

"Jem-"

"Let me leave, Leo.. Please." He froze and saw a teardrop fall to the ground as her shaky words reached his ears.

Jemma had called him with his given name a handful of times and, usually, it was when she was frustrated or angry with him.

He'd never heard her say it with that heartbroken note before.

"Jemma, look at me..." He pleaded and moved his free hand to her face but she moved away. His fingers slipped off her wrist and he waited silently, feeling a heaviness in his chest.

What had he done?

What had he said to make her so upset?

He tried to recall his words but his worried mind wouldn't help him.

"Jemma, please, talk to me..." He said softly and he saw how she tightened her hands in fists. He swallowed dryly. "I can't... I can't fix this if I don't know what-"

"You don't have anything to fix," she whispered and looked up. Fitz felt his heart clench when he saw the lines of tears streaming down her cheeks and the sadness etched on her face.

"Then why are you crying?" He wanted to hold her, brush the tears away, do something, but he couldn't bring himself to touch her without her permission.

"It was... my doing, all of this, wasn't it?" She asked and he blinked at her in confusion. What?

Jemma moved her hands across her face, wiping away the tears before taking a long breath.

"I heard you walking down the stairs when I was leaving for that date," she said softly and Fitz froze. "I thought that you didn't care... or didn't care about me going out with some other man. When I came back and you asked me about the date, I just-just thought that my earlier guesses had been right."

Fitz swallowed again. She thought he didn't care about her?

Nothing was more wrong than that. He'd spent the evening in his bunk, cursing himself for being a coward.

"I-I always thought... t-that despite SHIELD and Section 17, we'd find a way to..." Jemma bit her lip and looked to the ceiling, clearly attempting to stop the tears from rolling down again. "I stopped thinking that what I felt for you would fade and I just waited... but it seems that I should have said something earlier, right? I've waited too long."

Fitz felt as though he'd been hit in the stomach as her watery eyes fell on him.

"It's my fault if you've given up on me..." She whispered and her tone was so hurt that Fitz automatically reached for her but Jemma stepped back. His hand hovered in the air as he stared at her, too shocked to move.

What? Given up? Her fault? What was she even-?

"No, Jemma..." He shook his head. "What are-?"

"I get it, Fitz... I do..." She looked at him again, eyes so empty that it didn't even seem like her. "And I also... understand why you talked about me leaving in the future. It was either that or you going, yeah?"

No, no, no, no... She got it wrong.

"I need time to... digest this and to-" Jemma sniff softly and he was sure that she was biting back a sob. "-to clear my head. We're still partners and work together...for the moment at least."

The last part came as a whisper and Fitz felt as though he'd been slapped.

She got it wrong: she got it all wrong.

He didn't want to leave her. He hadn't given up on her.

Fitz gritted his teeth as he realised that his fear and uncertainty had done this. Even now as they'd talked -argued really- Jemma had been honest while he had kept things to himself.

The only things that he'd managed to tell her had made her think that he'd stopped loving her. She probably doubted if he'd actually loved her in first place.

He had to do something now or he'd lose her.

He could accept losing her for another person or for unrequited feelings but not like this. Not because she thought that he didn't love her.

"Jemma, wait..." He moved towards her but she was faster again. She moved to his side and went for the door again.

"I'd better spend the rest of the night in Skye and May's room," she said, eyes low on the ground. "I can't... I... I'll see you... tomorrow, Fitz."

He had to stop her. If they didn't clear this up now, they'd be broken forever.

"No," he said in a soft yet firm voice and before he could doubt himself, he reached forward and hugged her from behind, arms wrapping around her shoulders.

Jemma froze instantly, her spine rigid against his chest.

"Fitz?" Her tone was confused and laced with resignation.

She was going to give up; just like she thought he did.

Jemma had believed in them since they were nineteen despite her confused feelings and perhaps hoped, that they'd both come around at some point.

Just like he had after realising his feelings for her; before believing that she'd chosen Triplett and saw him just as a friend.

Despite his attitude and his words, Jemma had tried to reach out to him and had talked to him; she had been honest about her emotions. He had to do the same: be honest and tell her the truth.

"I'm not," he whispered against her ear. She tilted her head slightly, watery eyes looking up at him in confusion.

"What?"

"I'm not giving up, Jemma. I-"

"Fitz, you don't have to-" She interrupted him, turning away and reaching for his arms, probably wanting to pry his hands off her shoulders.

"I have to explain instead," he remarked, clamping his fingers tighter around her. "We... we both have the habit to assume a lot about each other. We're so in sync that we almost know what the other is thinking but when our... feelings are involved, we think we know but-"

"You were quite clear about your thoughts, Fitz," she retorted and made to struggle again but he held on to her. If he let her get away, he wouldn't be able to reach her again.

He hoped that it wasn't too late, that he hadn't driven her away with his words and doubts.

Feeling nervous, he moved closer to her and moved his arms around her gently. He felt Jemma stand tense and alert against him.

"Is this alright?" He asked softly. He was sure that he couldn't speak if she looked at him but he also needed to have her close to him.

"Hmm," she assented with a little nod after a moment of silence and relaxed slightly in his grip, making him feel better.

"I-I'm just unsure whether I can say everything to your face so... this is the best way to speak now. I'll be honest, yeah? Starting from the beginning..." She nodded again. "I-I don't remember what happened during that night years ago when my mum was ill. But I do remember that I realised that-that you were really important to me." Fitz felt the heat rising on his face as he voiced his most hidden thoughts. He felt Jemma tense against him for a moment before releasing a quiet breath of air.

"You told me that you didn't feel alone anymore," she whispered, not looking at him and he could see the blush colouring her cheeks and neck.

He didn't doubt her words; with his mum ill and not knowing if she'd be fine, he had spent his nights wondering what would happen to him. Fatherless and with no close relatives, his mother was his entire family. The thought of losing her had terrified him...

But during his dark musings, he'd also seen a sliver of hope at the thought that Jemma would be there by his side. He'd taken her being there for granted, the only solid presence by his side and source of comfort for him.

She'd always been that for him...

"Figures... Drunk-me is a whole lot braver than sober-me," he chuckled mirthlessly. Jemma turned her head abruptly, her nose accidentally brushing against his chin and her eyes widened at their proximity.

"What?" She said, moving her head away.

"It's always been- I never-" Fitz sighed against her hair as he failed to say what he was thinking. "I'm a bloody coward."

"Fitz, you're not-"

"I am… I've always been a coward. At the Academy, I didn't know how to approach you and just watched you from afar, barely talking to you. I spent so much time thinking about what to tell you that you thought that I hated you, for God's sake."

"Fitz… We didn't know each other yet and I could have done something about it… And you explained that-"

"Yeah… and then? What about last year? What about just now?" Jemma turned around to stare at the door again and he felt his heart clench at her tense stance.

He wondered what picture they presented right now: standing in front of the door, him hugging her while she stood with her back against his chest, ramrod straight.

It was different from the hugs they'd shared throughout the years or the soft touches that Jemma would give him. She'd never been so tense with him.

He had messed up so bad this time...

Swallowing dryly, Fitz wondered how to continue. Words had never been his forte: he'd always been rubbish in expressing emotions or thoughts that weren't science.

But this was Jemma and she knew him better than anyone else and he cared for her more than anyone.

He'd just have to find the courage...

His fingers held her tight as he moved forward, resting his chin on her shoulder; he heard her intake of breath as he was suddenly enveloped by the lavender scent of her perfume.

That smell made him relax a tiny bit because it was familiar, something that he'd been surrounded in for years.

Jemma had been by his side for almost ten years.

He had forced himself to imagine a life where she might be with someone else, someone that she might truly love while he would stay in the shadows hoping that being her friend would be enough.

He never wanted to leave her. He loved her too much to want that...

"Jemma, I'm really sorry," he whispered softly against her hair. "I... I didn't want to lie to you...or hurt you. Back then or now. I didn't want to do anything that could hurt you."

She didn't reply but just nodded slowly; Fitz didn't dare to look at her and just went on talking.

"Last year, I should have been honest with you but... I was terrified that everything would change. We kissed, yes, but we were both drunk and when you were so alarmed in the morning that I-"

"You were looking at me with an odd look that morning," Jemma interrupted him. "I didn't remember anything and I wondered if I had done something acting on my...emotions. But-"

"-I said that nothing had happened," Fitz finished.

When had they started doing this, hiding their true emotions from each other?

When had they started to be so scared?

It was time to overcome this fear.

"If you had said something about it -anything that made me think that there was a chance- I'd have talked to you about staying at Sci-Ops and ask for an exemption from Section 17," he confessed and he felt Jemma turn to look at him. He kept his face on her shoulder and caught a glimpse of her wide eyes. He took it as a good reaction.

"Or... leave for the field and just see what would happen if we were-" He tightened the hold of his fingers on her. "-together." She hummed softly, showing that she heard him but he could see the doubt in her eyes.

"I'm sorry that I lied to you, Jemma," he repeated quietly. "I was just a-"

"You said that the Chitauri incident made you realise that your feelings were not temporarily," Jemma interrupted him instead. "Then... why didn't you stop me?"

"What?"

"Why did you go back up the staircase? I heard you coming down but afterwards-Why didn't you even show your face? Why ignore everything and then ask me if it went well?"

Fitz tensed slightly, clearly remembering his state of mind that night and how he'd convinced himself that being Jemma's best friend was going to be enough.

He realised how he'd failed to keep his composure with her throughout the weeks; how he'd thought that he could maintain their relationship unscathed while he did the opposite. How she had noticed all his reactions (or lack thereof) but didn't know what had caused them.

His attitude had caused them to argue and made Jemma believe that he no longer cared for her; that he might have loved her and then stopped.

As though that was even possible.

Be honest, he told himself.

"I-I thought I was wrong again," he whispered. "I thought that you'd chosen him and that I was just deluding myself."

"What?" She turned to look at him and he found himself staring at her amber eyes and was overwhelmed by the feelings that surged in his chest.

For once, be honest.

"I tried to shun whatever feelings I had for you when we got to the Bus," he admitted and unfurled his arms from around her when she tensed again. He kept eye-contact as he continued."I-I just thought that it was the best thing to do. But then you were infected and I just realised that there was no way of ignoring... what I felt for you."

Jemma's eyes were focused on him, and he could see her hands tighten in fists by her sides; it seemed as though she was stopping herself from nervously twisting them together. Or as if she was holding herself back from reaching out for him.

"We were getting there again," he said. "Exactly as it had been back at Sci-Ops: we were both drifting closer to each other." He thought about all their shared moments in the lab and their bunks; how they had stayed closer to each during missions. "There was also a part of me that wanted to act on these feelings, do something before someone else swooped in and took you away." He thought about the subtle flirtatious words thrown her away by Agent Triplett. "Or before something happened during a mission."

Fitz thought about the heart-stopping moment when he'd thought that she had died back in the train in Italy, when she stopped the Centipede man from throwing a grenade at him and Skye.

He had to look away as the images replayed in his mind: a blue mist, Jemma falling and him shouting her name and just seeing her there on the ground and feeling desperately hollow inside; then the overwhelming relief when Skye had the courage to get to her and check her pulse and said that she was alive.

"I didn't want to destroy our relationship for a lack of judgement or misplaced thoughts..." He added, looking at the ground. "So I didn't know what to do. I was looking for you that evening and when I found you there with Triplett... Everything just crashed down on me. I thought that I was wrong once again and that you didn't see me that way. So, I fled like the coward I am and when I saw you afterwards, I decided that being your best friend was more than enough for me. That it was better than not having you by my side at all."

Fitz ran a hand through his hair and sighed, glancing at her.

"But I messed that up too, didn't ?"

-:-

Jemma was sure that her heart just stopped in her chest when he looked at her. His blue eyes held a defeated and lost look that made her want to reach for him and hug him. But she was holding back.

And she suddenly realised that this was their issue.

They both assumed that the other wanted or didn't want something and that had led to this argument and to all of its consequences.

They loved each other: there was no need to hide that now that they'd both blatantly said that they'd been harbouring feelings for years.

Yet they'd been both sure that the other didn't reciprocate. All because they were too scared.

Too scared to confess feelings that had been hidden for years.

Too scared to shift a relationship that had lasted almost ten years and that was so important for both; too scared to try and see what would happen, seeing only the negative aspects and not the positive ones.

Fitz' eyes drifted to the ground again and Jemma decided that it was time to stop this constant back and forth between them.

They were a breath away from falling apart; all their doubts and fears having got in the way. What harm would she do if she finally acted on her feelings?

Nothing would be worse than this.

She approached Fitz carefully, taking steady breaths to calm her wildly beating heart. She was a few steps away from him when he looked up and his eyes were a swirl of emotions: sadness, hurt, confusion and so much doubt.

She wondered if her eyes held the same feelings.

Moving slowly, Jemma lifted a trembling hand up and reached for his face. Fitz looked at her in surprise but didn't move away and waited. When her palm cupped his left cheek, she saw him swallow, Adam's apple bobbing slightly, and then he moved his left hand up so that it covered hers.

He still had doubt in his eyes but for the first time that night, Jemma felt as though something was going the right way. She took another step forward, invading his personal space purposefully: she could feel the body heat radiating off him.

"Jemma?" He whispered, voice cautious and hopeful in a way that made her heart clench. She bit her lip and allowed her fingertips to splay against his cheek, grazing the soft skin. She looked up at him and saw his eyes flutter shut, as though he was savouring her touch for as long as she allowed it.

A moment of solace before whatever hurt was yet to come...

She couldn't forget the pangs of pain that she had felt tonight when he told her than he didn't see her by his side in the future; just like she couldn't forget how she had felt when she thought that he'd given up on his feelings for her.

It had felt like a vice crushing her heart.

But Fitz had been going through the same pain. He thought that she'd never see him as more than a friend and forced himself to ignore his feelings.

"You didn't," she said softly, looking down and entwining her free hand with the hand at his side. "You're right, Fitz. We both kept silent and still keep assumed things about each other, about our feelings and-" She gripped his hand tighter. "-we ended up hurting each other for so long..." She couldn't bring herself to look up at him.

She could have stopped him weeks ago when she heard him coming downstairs and then go back; she could have followed him, demanded for answers and done something about it.

But she didn't and had allowed her own hurt feelings to take over, making her leave on a date that didn't mean anything to her.

"I hurt you..." she confessed and expected him to agree and shun her away.

But he didn't.

Fitz took the final step forward, their chests touching and moved their entwined hands up to her face.

"No," he said, lifting her chin with his fingers so that she was looking at him. His eyes looked brighter now, without the cloud of hurt that had resided there for days, but he still looked cautious. "We've both made mistakes, Jemma."

She nodded, looking up at him, and sighed slightly when his fingers started caressing her cheek and jaw while her hand had slipped to hold his wrist.

They'd never been this close to each other. It was intimate in a way that made her heart skip a beat and made her hope, once again.

They had to decide what to do: they'd both done and said too much to allow everything to settle back in the hazy, grey area of their relationship again.

They had to either move forward or just let go.

Jemma bit her lip, unwilling to consider the possibility of leaving him but equally scared of proposing something else.

What if he-?

She felt Fitz move, hand gliding down her face, and leaned forward so that their heads were almost touching.

"Don't go there, Jemma," he whispered. "I know it myself: it's a downward spiral."

She could clearly make out the flecks of light blue in his eyes and felt her chest constrict for the intensity of the emotions she felt.

"W-we both know our feelings," she said, bringing him closer so that foreheads touched. "So... let's just be honest with each other, yeah?"

He nodded slowly and she could see a flicker of hope in his eyes. It gave her the courage to speak.

"I never wanted to hurt you, Fitz," She gently caressed his face, taking in the features she knew so well. "Agent Triplett doesn't mean anything to me. No one means anything to me more than you."

He looked at her with a stunned expression before nodding again.

"I'm sorry for what I said," he said softly, breath washing over her face. "I don't- I never wanted to get away from you. I don't want to leave you, Jemma."

She was sure that her heart skipped a beat at his words and she felt her lips quirking up slightly.

"Then you'll stay?" She asked and quickly added, "With me?"

"As long as you want me to be there," He looked at her with a small smile and bright eyes.

Jemma breathed in relief and disentangled her hands and hugged him, arms wrapping around his middle. Fitz tensed for a second but then she felt his arms slowly wind around her and she shut her eyes, savouring the feeling of having him so close.

"I should have manned up and stopped you when I saw you leaving with Triplett," he whispered in her hair after a while. "I'm sorry, really. I'm such a-"

"You're not a coward," she retorted immediately and moved a hand up to his neck, touching the curls at his nape. "You're one of the bravest people I know."

"This coming from the woman who jumped out of a plane and in front of an unknown grenade," His tone was light but she could feel the way his hands held her tighter.

Jemma shivered.

"I'm not going anywhere, Fitz," she whispered against his neck. She wouldn't leave him unless it was some absolutely necessary or a dire situation.

"I don't want- I can't lose you, Jemma," His words were followed by him stepping back slightly and with his arms still around her. He stared at her intently and she recognised the look: it was the one he had back in their first year at Sci-Ops. The soft tenderness in his eyes made her heart melt.

"I can't either, Fitz," she remarked. "I wouldn't know what to do without you." Her hands moved up to cup his face and she felt a surge of emotions in her chest as he smiled; it was the first true smile she had seen on his face in weeks.

The words tumbled out of her mouth on their own accord.

"I love you."

Fitz' eyes widened and Jemma was sure that she'd never seen him look so flabbergasted. She panicked immediately wondering if she'd just ruined everything, blabbering her own feelings when they were slowly getting there...

But then Fitz' hands tightened their hold around her waist and he looked at her with such a glowing face that Jemma couldn't breathe.

"I love you too," he whispered and leaned forward until their foreheads touched again. Jemma's heart stuttered in her chest when she finally heard him say those words and couldn't help the small laugh that escaped her lips.

"Yeah?" She asked, holding him so close that their noses were brushing.

"Yeah," he nodded, moving her head as well and grinned.

The burst of joy and elation that invaded Jemma's body wasn't comparable to any other happy moment that had ever occurred to her. She was sure that the look on Fitz' face mirrored her own.

She would have been happy to bask in that moment as they held on to each, standing in the middle of a foreign room after finally being honest about their feelings... but she couldn't help but notice just how close they were.

Fitz' breath fanned warmly over her face and his eyes were a clear blue as he stared at her. She was aware of the softness of his cheeks under her fingers which changed under the sharp lines of his jaw that were slightly covered with scruff.

Jemma swallowed when her eyes fell on his lips, recalling the way they had felt against hers years ago and unconsciously licked her dry lips. She noticed that the seemingly innocent movement caught Fitz' attention and she realised that he'd been scrutinizing her just as she had.

He looked at her intently and moved forward, slowly sliding his nose against the side of her face as he tilted his head to reach her mouth. Jemma's eyes fluttered close...

Something hit the room's door with a loud thud that echoed throughout the room.

Jemma's eyes flew open and she jumped back, letting out a shriek that she muffled, clapping her hands against her mouth. Fitz yelped loudly at the same time and twisted around to face the door.

They were greeted by the closed door and silence. They barely had time to glance at each other when someone tentatively knocked at the door and mumbled an apology in French, followed by another voice who said something in German. Another apology for hitting the door, she assumed.

And then it was silent again.

Jemma looked at Fitz, lowering her hands and he stared at her with a bewildered gaze.

They seemed to remember what they'd been about to do before the interruption at the same time because they both blushed spectacularly and then averted their gazes. Jemma's hands latched to her cheeks and she stole a peek at Fitz who rubbed the back of his neck with his hand as he looked around the room.

There was a moment of silence; however, Jemma's embarrassment was soon surpassed by disbelief. How many chances were there that they'd been interrupted like that?

Fitz' eyes fell on her and she could see the blush still colouring his face. Jemma slowly lowered her hands and couldn't help but smile as she saw how adorably flustered he looked.

He so resembled the awkward boy that she had met and slowly befriended at the Academy. And that same boy -now man- was in love with her.

She didn't know if it was the giddiness she felt or the toll of the emotions of the night but Jemma couldn't stop the laughter that escaped her lips. Fitz looked at her, eyes narrowing slightly but she shook her head at him and muffled her laughter with her hand.

He smiled bemusedly, understanding that she wasn't taking the mickey out of him but was merely laughing at the situation and chuckled loudly.

They walked back to the bed and sat down together. Jemma ran her hands over her face and hair, removing any trace of the new, happy tears that her laughing had produced and turned to her side.

Fitz was staring at her with a smile and soft eyes and she felt herself blush again.

"What?" She managed to squeak out and he blinked, seemingly unaware of how his gaze could affect her.

"N-nothing really," he stammered with a small shrug and looked up at the ceiling. "I was just thinking that maybe the universe is conspiring against us. It seems that we can't seem to share a kiss that we will both remember."

Jemma blinked.

Well, that was unexpected.

And incredibly suggestive...

-:-

He didn't say that out loud, did he?

Fitz glanced at Jemma and was greeted by her wide-eyed expression.

Apparently, he did.

Oh Bloody Hell…

Fitz wanted to smack himself and then possibly be swallowed by the room's wooden floor.

He was still in a state of awe of what had happened in the span of hours. He had gone from being desperate about his feelings and almost losing his best friend to-

She loved him. Jemma loved him.

He felt lightheaded, heart fluttering on its own accord in his ribcage and he was sure that he was starting to smile like an idiot.

And he couldn't take his eye off Jemma. Nevermind the fact that he wanted to kiss her (and he would forever curse whoever rammed against their door) but he wanted to take in every detail of her without feeling as though it was wrong.

Her hair was tumbling down her shoulders in soft curls, her eyes were bright again and seeing her laugh had sent a warm rush of affection through him. She was beautiful in every possible way.

God, he loved her.

He couldn't believe that he could finally admit it and, even say it now.

Jemma tilted her head to a side as she looked at him and he realised that he had been staring for a while. Blushing, he rubbed the back of his neck and shrugged at her, hoping that she'd understand his state of mind.

Apparently, she did because she smiled softly, pink dusting her cheeks; she reached for his hand, lying between them on the duvet and entwined their fingers together.

That simple gesture was so intimate that it filled his chest with emotions, making him swallow dryly as he took in the sight of their joint hands. He looked up when Jemma moved slightly so that she was sitting closer to him and slowly rested her head on his shoulder.

He turned towards her and dropped a feather light kiss on the crown of her head, squeezing her hand slightly.

"Tired?" He whispered against her hair. He didn't know what time it was; it was fairly late when they'd walked into the room and he had no idea how long they'd been up arguing and talking rather than sleeping like the rest of the team. Funnily enough, all the tiredness that had been weighing him down a few hours ago had disappeared now, leaving him more alert than ever.

Jemma shifted and looked up at him, amber eyes peering through her lashes and he couldn't stop the flip in his chest.

"Honestly? Not really," she replied, straightening up to face him.

"Oh...Me neither." They had to be sharing the same adrenaline rush after their argument. "But we shou-"

Jemma was staring at him with a look that made the words die in his mouth. She tilted her head again, looking thoughtful and biting her lip absently.

He really shouldn't be noticing that but he did. His full attention went to her lips and to the memory of how they felt against his own.

His heart stopped and rebooted when Jemma's eyes fell to his lips and then up to his eyes. If he didn't know that telepathy was impossible -even for FitzSimmons- he'd swear that she'd heard his thoughts.

"Jemma?"

"I was thinking that we should do something about this... conspiracy against us," she said quietly and disentangled her hand from his, moving it up his arm to his face.

"Y-yeah?" Why the hell was he sounding so doubtful? "Yes. Yes, I think so too," he remarked, leaning forward until he touched her head and berated himself for being nervous again. He was planning to kiss her a few minutes ago, on his own accord and now he was sure that his heart was going to jump out of his chest.

Thankfully, Jemma always knew how to deal with him. She caressed his cheek and stared into his eyes with a warm look and smiled.

"We can't really allow something so aleatory like fate to play with us, can we?" She teased him, moving her other hand to play with the hair at his nape. "We should run an experiment that doesn't take in random variables... or alcohol."

"Well, of course," he said with a grin, cupping her cheek with his hand. "We're scientists: we need to-"

"-test and find the correct-"

"-resolution."

He didn't know who moved first after they spoke together because suddenly he was closing his eyes as he kissed Jemma.

It was soft at first, a gentle movement of lips and exchanges of breath; it was as though they were memorizing the shape of their mouths while their fingers traced the lines of their jaws.

Jemma changed the pace as her tongue traced his lower lip fleetingly, nose nudging his nose upwards and Fitz was more than willing to give her what she wanted. He had to restrain a groan when she deepened the kiss and started shifting closer to him, her body slowly meshing to his.

He steadily kept up with her mouth, slanting and sliding their lips together so that they were constantly connected between breathy sighs and occasional, clumsy click of teeth that made them chuckle.

Her hands moved up and she locked her wrists behind his neck while his hands shifted to her waist. He felt as though she wasn't close enough, not at all, so he plunged forward, kissing her firmly and gripping her hips in an attempt to bring her even closer.

Jemma gasped softly against his lips and he took the chance to map her mouth with his tongue, relishing in the fact that he was finally allowed to kiss and touch her as he had wanted for ages.

It seemed that she was thinking on the same line because moments later, Jemma crawled into his lap, using her linked arms as a leverage and responded to every movement of his mouth with earnest.

He wasn't really surprised: they were so in sync during work and in their normal interactions. It was almost obvious that they'd manage to keep their compatibility even now.

After an amount of time that he couldn't really define, Fitz realised that he had to break the kiss and take a full breath of air. After all that had happened, suffocating while kissing Jemma wouldn't really do (although what a way to go...).

He eased his lips off hers slowly, reluctant to put any distance between them but she didn't seem to want to make him move away. Moving her hands up and burying her fingers in his curls, Jemma kissed him again, thoroughly, and air was suddenly the last of his thoughts.

When they finally did break apart, Jemma nipped at his lower lip, soothing the little sting with her tongue and Fitz couldn't stop the groan that came deep from his throat.

Fitz opened his eyes only to find her staring at him, amber eyes wide and bright, with a small, shy and slightly smug smile on her face.

He was sure that all his brain power was lost to him when she let out a small, breathless sigh, licked her swollen red lips before gently head-butting his forehead and whispered:

"So... do you still remember?"

-:-

Jemma was sure that she'd never seen Fitz look so completely at a loss and out of it as he was now. And knowing that she was the main reason for it made her feel immensely proud.

She had had her share of boyfriends and could, without any doubt, say that she knew how to kiss but kissing Fitz was different for her both physically and emotionally.

Jemma sighed contently and brushed her nose against his cheek, taking in the scent of his cologne mingled with faintest trace of solder as she steadied her breath.

Kissing Fitz was familiar and new; it made her want to take the lead and make him breathless but also be shy and let him do as he pleased.

She took in his eyes, wide and bluer than ever and the redness that coloured his face and neck making him look adorably flustered. She ran her hands through his curls, liking the wiry texture beneath her fingers and giving in to a desire that she'd had for years. How many times had she seen him run his hands through his hair while studying or in the lab and had wanted to do the same?

She smiled warmly and nuzzled against his neck, basking in his warmth and enjoying his closeness.

"So-sort of hard to forget," he whispered against her ear and Jemma had to fight a shiver at the deeper tone of his voice, brogue thicker than usual and, unexpectedly, enticing.

Without leaving the spot she had made for herself against his chest and neck, she turned her head up, nose brushing against his jaw.

"Hmmm... Good to know," she replied, moving a hand down to caress his face and allowed herself to truly admire him. She felt a warm glow in her stomach as she took in his swollen lips, his symmetrical face and sandpapery jaw and his blue eyes.

He was beautiful and... he was hers to love.

Fitz shot her a quizzical look, lips quirking into a crooked smile that made her heart flutter in her chest.

Moving slightly back and then shifting around him, effectively straddling his legs, Jemma moved her hands to his shoulders to keep her balance and studied him more carefully, ignoring his stare.

Her palms slowly outlined his shoulders: they were broader than when they nineteen, sturdier and stronger and all the more appealing to her. She then moved down to his chest, feeling the warmth seeping out of him through his t-shirt and mentally catalogued the differences from the last time she had touched him. She paused over his ribcage, on his heart and was oddly pleased to feel the rapid thuds under her palm. She looked up and found Fitz' eyes fixed on her; they had turned a darker shade of blue and held a little glint of hesitation that contrasted with the gentle smile on his face.

"What?" She asked softly, leaning forward to brush her nose against his nose.

It was odd, really, all of these little affectionate gestures that she did to him: she never behaved like this with her previous boyfriends (Did she just think of Fitz as her boyfriend? Part of her wondered if she was being too eager or hopeful while the other part just agreed happily.)

Fitz was, once again, different.

She wanted to shower him with soft kisses and touch him gently, taking her time to memorize his body; she wanted to learn where he was ticklish and bask in his laugh and smile.

She definitely wanted to kiss him (a lot) and her mind provided her quite a few suggestive scenarios where they were less clothed... Right.

There was this deep feeling inside her that just wanted to give him everything she could muster. She had never been in love before so she didn't know if this strong surge of care and affection was entirely expected or if it was just her.

Not that it mattered anyway...

He looked at her and shook his head, before shyly pecking her cheek.

"Nothing..." He replied, moving his hands to her waist and moving his thumbs in circles over her blouse.

"Really?" She insisted, nudging his nose again. He looked at her, then up at the ceiling and back at her. She smiled, encouraging him to speak: she wasn't going to leave anything unsaid between them. Not anymore. And he seemed to be thinking the same.

"I was just thinking... that I could ask Ward to train me a bit," His fingers grazed the hem of her blouse and she could feel his fingertips on her skin. "You know... Might be useful."

Her bewilderment must have shown on her face because he laughed, the tremors going all the way from his chest to her.

"I just... Well, you always seemed to like blokes who are more-" He squared his shoulders and puffed out his chest before relaxing again. "-like that."

She moved her hands up to his neck, shaking her head with a laugh.

"That won't be-"

"But you-"

"I love you," she stated, caressing the skin behind his ears. "You, you daft man. And I love you exactly as you are."

Yeah?" He looked so hopeful while he smiled that she laughed softly and pressed a kiss to his jaw.

"Yeah," she kissed his nose. "Always had." Another kiss on his cheek. "Always will."

He shot her a brilliant smile that made her heart skitter in her chest and she leaned forward, kissing him firmly. His hands found the bare skin beneath her blouse, sending a thrill up her spine as they spanned her waist. She swallowed whatever sound was going to escape her throat and broke the kiss, mouth hovering over his lips.

"I wouldn't have you any other way," she whispered. "You're perfect just as you are."

-:-

Fitz blushed at her words but that couldn't stop him from bringing her closer again. Kissing Jemma had become his favourite thing in the world and he was planning to do it as long as he could.

He slanted his mouth over hers and allowed his fingers to slide slightly under her blouse, gently caressing the soft skin of her waist and lower back. He was soon lost in the kiss, thoroughly enjoying the way their lips moved together and didn't realise that he'd pulled her flush against him and that his palms were going up and down her back.

She made a noise, some sort of keening mewl and wrapped her arms around his neck, hands buried in his hair. She was warm and soft against him and all of it did wonderful and terrible things to his self-control.

He was quite aware of the way his body was reacting to her but he tried to reign himself. The last thing he wanted was to scare her off or make a fool of himself, acting like an immature teenager.

But then she nipped his lower lip and moved down to his neck, leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses against his throat.

"Jem-" he choked when she sucked softly against his pulse. "Jemma..."

"Hmmm," she assented, not stopping her ministrations.

"I...You-" He stifled a groan as she tightened her fingers in his hair, bringing him closer and inadvertently grounding her hips against him.

Oh, Mother of all things...

He lowered his hands and gripped her hips, stopping her from moving again and slowly backed away. Jemma moved back too, looking up at him but without disentangling her arms.

He swallowed thickly as he met her gaze: her eyes held a heat that he'd rarely seen before and had never directed towards him. A part of his brain and his entire body were berating him for being a fool.

"Er... I..." He cleared his voice and rearranged his scrambled thoughts. "If you keep doing that, I'll have trouble -er...-"Stopping myself from flipping you in bed and doing all sort of things I've dreamt about? "-er.. controlling myself."

She looked at him curiously, blinking twice and he ducked his head before looking at her again with a bashful smile.

"Sorry," he apologized meekly. He saw the haze in her eyes clear out and her puzzlement turn into doubt

"I- " Her fingers loosened their grip and she moved further back, putting space between their chests. He immediately missed the warmth of her against him. "Don't you want-?"

His brain short circuited as he caught the sense behind her words. She really-?

"You-?" He blinked. She thought that he didn't want-? In which universe would that be possible?

Sitting straighter, he moved his hands from her hips to her waist and fixed his stare on her.

His body was giving him plenty of signals as to what it wanted and his heart was more than ready to give into the feelings he'd had for years but he wanted her to decide. He wasn't risking their relationship, past, present and future because of a quick decision based on a rush of lust and hormones.

There was all the matter of SHIELD and Section 17 but given the way they've been kissing, they'd already broken quite a few anti-fraternisation rules. But that wasn't relevant.

He loved her and he'd do anything she wanted.

"Jemma," He leaned forward to touch her forehead and smiled softly. "I-I'm pretty sure that you know exactly what I want." She was straddling him: there was no hiding really. "I just don't want to rush anything between us. But... do you want to stop?"

-:-

Jemma's doubts fled replaced by a warm feeling of fondness. Of course, he'd think like that: it was just like him to be overly chivalrous even when the situation didn't require it.

She wouldn't be snogging him like this, literally plastering her body over him if she had any doubt of what might happen.

But then again, this was Fitz and he was asking her.

"I think you know the answer to that, Fitz," she whispered, pecking his nose.

"So... you don't think it's all rushed?" He asked, drawing circles on her thighs with his thumbs.

"Fitz, we've basically been in love for ages and have snogged twice -unknowingly for one of us each time- in the last seven years before tonight," she remarked dryly and he snorted.

"If you put it that way, we've probably taken the concept of 'going slow' to another level."

Jemma giggled softly, scooting forward and nuzzling against his neck. The rush of feelings that had been driving her had calmed down, leaving her happy to cuddle with him... for now...

He moved his hands up and hugged her. She felt his palms on the small of her back: it made her feel safe like she hadn't been in while.

She had always felt at ease with him and had always talked to him freely about anything but her feelings until tonight. This new dynamic between them was both familiar and new: their usual banter coupled with more emotions and proximity.

"Anything else bothering you?" She asked quietly after a few beats of silence. He shrugged slightly.

"Well...I was sort of wondering about Section 17-" She blinked and tensed slightly but his hands kept caressing her, making her relax. "-but then I figured that we've been snogging for a while so we probably don't give a damn anymore, do we?"

He turned slightly and she looked up, smiling at his soft gaze.

"No, we don't," she agreed. "That has only helped feed our fears, really."

"So, you're suggesting to break the rules permanently?" The smile on his face made her roll her eyes. "Who are you and what have you done with Jemma Simmons?"

"Is that your subtle way of asking me if we're going to be in a relationship?" She teased, gently head-butting his forehead again. "By asking if we're going to ignore the anti-fraternisation rule of our organisation?"

"Did it work?" His blue eyes were shining in the room's lamp light, so full of happiness that she hadn't seen in a long time. And she was the source of that happiness: it made her chest swell with feelings.

"Yes," she admitted, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. "Anything happening between us is our business: SHIELD isn't entitled to know or... stop us."

"Or separate us," he whispered, moving a hand to caress her face and then thread it through her hair. "I won't allow it."

"We won't," she corrected him, touching his head again. "So... to hell with Section 17. And beware, Leo," she smiled teasingly. "That's the only rule I'm breaking; so don't expect me to vouch for you getting that bloody monkey assistant."

"Spoilsport," he mumbled but smiled and leaned to kiss her. She melted against him as his hands went through her hair and up and down her back and he brought her closer to him.

He had stopped restraining himself because shortly after he trailed a line of kisses down her throat, making her gasp when he found a particular sensitive spot. She felt him smirk and she buried her fingers into his curls, moving him up so that she could look at him.

"Don't get cocky," she warned with a smile.

"I'm just glad that I remembered that spot from... last time." His low voice and intense gaze made her shiver and she nodded absently.

"A-alright..."

-:-

Jemma looked so beautifully flustered that he was almost proud of himself. But then she quickly recovered and kissed him hard and all thoughts just flew out of his head.

He allowed his hands to wander a bit up as they kissed: up and down her spine, counting her vertebrae; then threading through her hair, liking the soft texture of her strands and then along the muscles of her back, her thighs and wherever he could reach over her clothes.

Jemma responded to his touch with soft sounds that were muffled against his lips. Her hands weren't idle either: he felt them roam his upper body and back as though she was memorizing him by touch.

He could feel her warm skin beneath her blouse and from where she was pressed against his chest; he was craving to touch her directly and not through her clothes.

Breaking the kiss and swallowing slightly, he nudged her nose, making her look at him. Her eyes shone under the lights and he felt a wave of warmth rush through him as she smiled at him knowingly.

"Your shirt's in the way," she whispered and he grinned.

"Yours too," he said and she looked delighted.

"We should do something about it, no?" He swallowed nervously.

"Yeah."

She helped him remove his t-shirt and he tossed it absently on the ground. He was sure that she'd say something about him being a slob but she didn't: she was staring at him.

He was sure that he'd never feel self-conscious about his pasty and thin body after seeing the look on her face: she looked like she was itching to map his chest and shoulder. How he didn't know but the thought was enough to short-circuit his brain.

Shaking his head to gather his wits, Fitz ignored the chilly air against his chest and moved a hand to Jemma's collar, smoothing the material under his fingers. He realised that his hands were trembling slightly and he was about to move it away when her hand covered it; her fingers also shaking.

He looked up only to find her smiling softly at him and his nerves eased.

"I'll help you, yeah?" He suggested and she nodded. He undid the buttons from the top while she worked the ones from the bottom; they finished together in the middle and Fitz swallowed as he slowly opened her shirt, revealing a teal bra that left him staring at her breasts for a minute, before pushing it down her shoulders and arms. Jemma let out a shuddering breath as goosebumps covered her skin and she loosely wrapped her arms around his neck.

He'd never seen anything more stunning than Jemma Simmons and having her in his arms just cemented the certainty. His thoughts must have been plainly written on his face because Jemma beamed at him, making his breath catch, and kissed him hard.

Everything became a bit of a blur in his head as his only thought was to hold, kiss and touch the woman in his lap. At some point, he lied down on the bed with Jemma on top of him and then, in a rare bout of coordination, he managed to flip them over.

Jemma's little squeak of surprise made him grin and she retaliated by tickling his side and making him twist and squirm over her as he gasped between laughs. He got her back by moving up to her neck and dropping a line of kisses down to her chest.

She unconsciously moved her hips up right against him and Fitz froze and closed his eyes as white bloomed beneath his eyelids.

There was no way he was stopping now.

And then he realised.

Oh Hell...

-:-

Fitz' face went from ecstatic to panicked in a second and Jemma was immediately concerned. But then she saw the way his eyes darted to her and then down to their legs and she... just rolled her eyes.

Did he honestly think that she wouldn't have thought about that beforehand?

"Fitz, I'm on pill," she said and his eyes shot back to her. He looked surprised and she arched a brow. "What? It's standard protocol for female agents."

"Really? Why?" He asked and she sat up.

There were many reasons for female SHIELD agents to take the contraceptive as a standard medical support but she didn't think that Fitz would be happy to know them. He wouldn't want to know that it was a way to protect the agents who might be undercover or captured by enemies.

"You want to know… now?" She asked slowly. He stared at her and she could almost see the cogs turning in his brain as he mulled over her question. Trust Fitz' curiosity to get the best of him in the worst moments...

"Really?" She insisted, her voice a mix of fondness and exasperation. She took in his messy curls, dilated blue eyes and flushed skin as he looked at her and shook his head.

This daft man was hers.

Smiling, she wrapped her hands around his neck and he straightened slightly, keeping both in balance. She felt his hand creep up her spine and toy with the clasp of her bra. Jemma glanced at him and saw the silent question in his eyes, the permission that he was asking and nodded as she moved to kiss him.

She sighed as she felt the metal clasps give away moments later and pushed further into him, mapping his mouth with her tongue. A part of her wondered how many times he'd done this and a familiar prickle made its way into her stomach; the acidic twinge that she shoved down whenever he left for a date or looked at another woman and that she always called possessiveness rather than rightful jealousy.

She inwardly scolded herself. There was no point going there now; no point reliving the past and hoping that some mistakes hadn't been made or that actions had been taken. Assumptions and fear had led them to the brink of breaking apart and she was not going to linger on that.

They were here now without anyone to divide them or rules to stop them. No SHIELD or anything. Just one anonymous, comfortable room and them.

They were together.

"Jemma," Fitz moved his lips against her ear, his tone gravelly as he pushed the straps down her shoulders.

She gave him a gentle look and hummed in pleasure before removing the garment and toppling in bed with him.

-:-

Everything became hazy.

Fitz couldn't keep up with all the feelings crashing on him. His heart just kept thudding in his chest and his brain seemed seemed incapable of coherent thought other than repeating one single word.

Jemma.

She was beautiful, all flushed skin and soft curves as she gasped his name, holding him close. He relished in her touch and kisses and tried to respond as much as he could.

Every action was a reminder that he loved her more than anything.

He wanted to show her how much he cared; how privileged he felt that he could finally act on his feelings and be with her.

He'd do anything she asked him.

So when he felt her tense, he froze and waited, fighting every urge in his body to move. He just admired her and peppered feather-light kisses over her face. He smiled when she unconsciously wrinkled her nose as he kissed it and warmth surged in his chest.

"Love you," he whispered against her lips. She opened her eyes. They had taken on a golden hue and he saw the soft look in them as her body relaxed.

"Love you too," she replied quietly and brought him closer to her, shutting her eyes again.

He followed her lead and his eyes closed as he melted against her, feeling elated that they were becoming FitzSimmons in more than just a name.

-:-

"You carried me?

"Yes."

"Oh, Lord, how did I even forget that?"

"Hell if I know... You were sloshed."

"You have to do that again."

"No way! You're heavy." She thwacked his tummy. "Jesus, woman," he wheezed, capturing her hand. "Don't do that."

Jemma bumped her nose against his jaw and he sighed good-naturedly.

They'd woken up at the chirp of her phone's alarm tone but Fitz had complained about sleeping way too little and had convinced her to lay under the large and warm covers, cuddling with him.

They were currently telling each other their mutual drunken blackout moments so that they'd both have the same memories (more or less) but Jemma half listened, too happy to just hold him.

Fitz was hugging her around the waist and his other hand was entwined with her hand between them. She admired the way his larger, more calloused fingers were entwined with her smaller ones and she immediately thought about their night together: how he held her hand as they moved in sync and how sweet and gentle he had been.

She sighed contently and snuggled closer to his chest and felt his arm hold her tighter.

There was a part of her that didn't want to leave the room. It was their small haven right now: free from rules and regulations. But she knew that they should get up and start to get ready.

"You're brooding." She felt his lips on her temple and looked up to meet his eyes. Jemma smiled softly at him and shrugged.

"Reality awaits," she said. "I'm trying to prepare myself."

-:-

"Hmm," he hummed absently and drew lines on her back with his fingers. He had been thinking about that too.

It was odd really. He'd walked into this room, expecting to pretend that he was alright and hoping to maintain his friendship with Jemma despite everything. Fighting and then confessing their mutual feelings wasn't what he'd expected. Waking up with her in the morning, all tangled limbs after making love was something out of a dream and yet it was true.

He didn't fear SHIELD. He knew that they'd manage to keep their relationship under wraps but he couldn't help feeling a ping of regret that this could have all started earlier if they'd been less scared.

If he'd been braver...

"Hey..." He looked down and found Jemma staring at him with a pensive look. She freed her hand from his grasp and raked it through his hair. "Don't go there, Leo. What-ifs and hoping to change the past won't help."

He smiled: of course, she'd know. The feelings dispersed from his chest and was replaced by affection.

"I know..." he replied, kissing her brow. "I'll think about the present then, yeah?" He cupped her face with his hands and kissed her softly. "Much better."

"Much better," she agreed and kissed him again.

-:-

Jemma put her tablet away and checked the DWARFS case once again, scanning the room for anything they might have missed.

Thankfully not clothes. She'd had to hunt among the sheets for discarded articles of clothing while Fitz had roamed under the bed and around the room.

Then she recalled her partner's bashful grin when he'd suggested that they could shower together to save time and his little disappointed pout that she'd quickly kissed away before darting into the loo alone after she refusing. A fully clothed Fitz was quite distracting but a naked and wet Fitz would probably make her forget that they had a Team to join in first place.

Right...

Jemma blushed furiously and continued to pack their things. The text tone of her phone made her look up.

[10:14 – Skye]: Meeting in 15 in the breakfast room: AC's orders. Are you two up or are you-?

The text was filled with probably every existing heart emoticon.

Jemma rolled her eyes and promptly answered.

[10:17 – Simmons]: We'll be there. And, NO, Skye.

Her friend's response was immediate.

[10:16 – Simmons]: You're boring but I'll drill you on these sleepovers with Fitz later. See you downstairs!

Jemma stared at the text and groaned slightly, dropping the phone on the table and bringing a hand to her eyes. How in the world was she going to deal with Skye and keep what had happened last night secret?

"What's wrong?" She looked up and saw Fitz walking out of the loo, fully dressed, and with his tie looped around his neck. She smiled at the sight of him and couldn't help but step up to kiss him, one hand curling against his jumper and the other raking through his curls.

"Hmm," he murmured, smiling dazedly as they broke apart. "I didn't want to leave the room and look as though someone had been running her hands through my hair the entire night."

"Right, that would be so embarrassing..." she agreed without removing her hands from their position. It was not her fault if he looked so appealing with that soft smile, bright eyes and light curls.

He shook his head and nodded towards her phone.

"Team called?" He asked. Jemma nodded and felt the little spike of anxiety return. "Skye said that we're to go down in 15. Well, 10 now, I suppose."

"You look nervous." He stared at her with concern and she smiled slightly.

"It's nothing... really," She moved her hands and reached for his tie, slowly knotting it. "Skye was teasing me and- Well, you know that I can't lie and-"

"It will be fine, Jemma," he reassured her and she nodded, straightening his tie and slipping it under his jumper. She then started to unnecessarily smooth his shirt's collar.

"I'm just worr-" She started but he interrupted her, reaching for her wrists, he wrapped his fingers around them and leaned forward until their heads touched.

"Relax, Jem," he whispered. "We'll just behave as we always have. You'll do fine. Remember: we won't over think things anymore."

She let out a deep breath and nodded. She stepped away, ready to pick up her things when he pulled her close again.

"One last thing," Fitz whispered and, before she knew it, he kissed her hard. Both her hands curled against his chest as she tried to keep her balance. When he moved her away what seemed like hours later but were just moments, Jemma was breathless.

He looked at her with clear blue eyes and a smile.

"So, do you still remember?" He asked and she recalled her own teasing question made at his expense last night. She huffed a small laugh and wrapped her arms around him.

"Hard to forget, really," she replied and he laughed, hugging her.

-:-

When the Team left the hotel and walked to the SUV, FitzSimmons were at the back carrying their cases with Skye between them as she regaled them with the tale of her room-sharing night with May.

Jemma laughed during the most hilarious parts ("She's so quiet when she sleeps! I swear I was tempted to check if she was breathing; but then I imagined that she'd kill me and make it look like it was my fault so I didn't.") and Fitz chuckled along. Skye then started drilling Jemma with questions but the biochemist didn't falter or lose her calm and withstood the barrage.

Fitz grinned when she glanced at him after Skye huffed and scrambled into the SUV, complaining about boring scientists. Jemma flashed him a breathtaking smile.

They'd be fine...

They were finally together.

They'd be alright.

So... I'm not done with this verse yet. I've grown quite fond of FitzSimmons here and have some plans for them in other stories. I'd like to explore their dynamics in a world that's not the headcanon series. :)

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