I just saw your Fitzsimmons movie night Notting Hill drabble. Can I request a continuation where Jemma tells Daisy actually there first kiss was in the lab? Please? Thank you!
A contiunation from this drabble:
“Anna, how long are you planing to stay here in Britain?”
Julia Roberts looked back at the reporter, a smile grew on her glowing face. “Indefinitely,” she replied.
Notting Hill’s ending montage begun to play and Daisy’s gaze switched between Jemma and Fitz (who were still cuddling on the couch; Jemma resting against Fitz’s chest and their legs tangled together) and the joyous couple on screen—surprised to find more than one similarity between the two couples. The couple beside her seemed memorized by the happy ending montage, and Daisy swore she saw secret smiles on their’ faces, as if they were both in on a secret she knew nothing about…
A wedding played out on screen, and Jemma suck deeper into Fitz’s arms.
Huge Grant’s interlaced fingers with a pregnant Julia Roberts’, and Fitz’s fingers involuntary twitched on the side of Jemma’s stomach.
Daisy could hardly contain herself while she waited for the movie credits to roll. Once they did, she shot up from her casual (but sneaky) position that gave her perfect viewing of both her friends and the movie screen. She pointed out from the common area. “Ok. Get out Fitz!”
Slowly, Jemma moved out of Fitz’s arms. Once again, their quizzical looks mirrored each other’s. “Daisy? What—”
“You can’t kick me out!” Fitz sat up and protested. “This is a shared space.”
“Hm-ho,” Daisy retorted and wiggled her pointed index finger. “Do I look like I care? Get out,” she repeated. “I need to talk to Jemma. Girl talk time.”
Fitz begrudgingly dragged his legs down from the couch to the floor. “Jemma doesn’t girl talk…What even is girl talk? Have you two ever had girl talk?” He looked between the two women for answers, receiving none.
“Ah, Fitz…” Daisy gloated. “Wouldn’t you like to know…”
His brow furrow at the comment and then smoothed. “Alright. Whatever. But just so you know,” he pushed himself up from the couch. “She’s gonna tell me everything you say anyway.”
“OoOo,” Daisy’s eyes twinkled at him. “I’d planned on it.”
Fitz’s brow pitched again before turning back to give Jemma a quick kiss. A tiny squeal came from Daisy as she watched their kiss, causing Fitz’s to blush and be unable to turn back at her before leaving.
Jemma, in turn, starred at Daisy in utter confusion. “What the hell was that about?”
“Shhh!” Daisy waved at her, watching Fitz walk down the hall through the window. “Not yet.”
“Daisy.” She insisted. “Come on…”
When Daisy finally did redirect her attention to Jemma, she bounced crossed-legged on the couch, a knowing smile brightening her face.
“Are you pregnant?!?”