Chapter Summary

By special request of a very deprived theshieldteam.

Chapter Notes

theshieldteam on tumblr said-
and I quote:
"okay the one thing I gotta say so far is what the HELL I thought we were gonna get a morning after scene for static quake. what the fuck they just cut to both of them dressed and among be company of others again. where's the morning after scene. WHERES THE MORNING AFTER SCENE. I NEED IT"

They hadn't gone to check on things they had broken immediately. Seriously? They had just had mind blowing sex. At the moment they were just pressed against each other in silence, Daisy's fingers lazily stroking his hair while Lincoln's eyes were almost closed and his hand stroking her back softly. There was the faintest of hums between them, soft vibrations and static mixing between their barely touching skin. It was peaceful, and it was good.

There was another noise, though, one that made Daisy shift from Lincoln slightly and glance towards the door. The sound of hesitant footsteps and quiet whispering. "Oh no." she whispered to Lincoln, looking back with horrified eyes. Lincoln's head perked up and he seemed to realize exactly what she had as he breathed, "FitzSimmons."

As though prompted by the wrath of an angry god, they both slid out of the bed and hurriedly put their clothes on, the spent condom and wrapper being tossed into the basket on the other side of Lincoln's bed while Daisy struggled to pull on her shirt and sports bra the reverse of how she had taken it off. Lincoln was fully dressed first, moving to her and assisting the struggle, freeing the shirt from the tangles she had just caused and his hands patted down her hair, Daisy hearing the familiar sparking as suddenly her hair relaxed, looking pretty good for someone who just had great sex. Giving him an accusatory look for a brief moment as she glanced at herself in the small mirror, he put his hands up in defense, knowing there was going to be Hell to pay for him not informing her of his apparent hair straightening abilities. This 100% explained why his hair was always so fluffy and perfectly styled.

A tentative knock at the door snapped their attention as Daisy lounged across his bed, scattering the pillows and holding one to her chest like they had just been talking. Lincoln opened the door to find Jemma and Fitz casually glancing in, though their cheeks were both tinged pink.

"Hey... Uh, Lincoln. Daisy... Uh..." Fitz began, Jemma immediately taking point. "We had a strange power surge earlier and before and during that, there were some tremors, and we were just wondering if you two were okay?" Lincoln looked at Daisy, before giving a smile to the two and nodding. "Yeah, we're okay... We were just... discussing and it got a bit heated."

Oh my God, he's still a terrible liar.

Daisy thought before she let go of the pillow and moved to the doorway. "Yeah, we're fine, guys. We worked it out. Lincoln's control on his powers is a little lacking lately and we were talking out how best to control it and got a bit carried away."

A much better cover, and the bonus was Lincoln blushed. "Yeah..." he hung his head. "Not used to all the stress, I think." Hand raising, he scratched at his neck. Jemma's eyes followed his hand before she let out a soft noise that was suppressing a laugh. With a flick of Daisy's eyes, she knew immediately what Jemma had spotted. A faint hickey was on Lincoln's neck from her nibbling. Fitz didn't seem to notice, instead picking up where he left off with a sheepish grin. "Well, we checked out the damage, and it's a few light bulbs, and we can fix that, but, uh... The mugs for Mack's espresso machine are broken, and you know how he loves his coffee."

"Oh." "Shit." Daisy knew they were busted if Mack figured it out. "Jemma, can you do me a huge favor?" If Jemma knew what had went on, then Daisy was pulling her into more 'bad girl shenanigans.' Jemma seemed to realize her own mistake as her expression went blank, realizing she was now in on the cover up. "Can you get someone to run and pick up the exact set of mugs? I'm pretty sure they came from IKEA. I think Linc and I should go replace the lightbulbs and make sure nothing else was damaged, like in Coulson's office." Lincoln's face went white at that statement and Fitz clapped him on the shoulder, sympathetically. "I'm sure Coulson will understand you were just training, mate. And I'm sure Agent May will be happy to hear you're putting extra work in."

This did not sit well with Lincoln, and Daisy was worried he was going to hurl at the thought of Coulson and May, basically Daisy's parents, finding out the truth. "Yeah, I'll take care of that." Jemma said after a moment, deciding that getting herself involved was the better of two options. Fitz nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I'll go find a broom to clean up the glass. I'm sure Coulson will be back soon, sounded like the mission to the symposium didn't end too well and he'll need backup."

"Well, if we start now, we'll finish and have a shower by the time he lands. I'm still sweaty from training." Lincoln forced out, while Fitz nodded and stepped away to go find a broom. As soon as Fitz was well down the hall, Jemma tilted her head as though studying the two of them, an innocent smile on her face.

"I guess you did pick up from where you left off after all."

"JEMMA!"

"I heard cold spoons do the trick, Lincoln! I suggest you both get a move on."