“We’ve been dating forever and you just caught the bouquet at our friend’s wedding” AU
“Can you believe that Skye is married?” Jemma asked, her eyes glistening. “She’s actually married.”
“I know, Jem,” Fitz said as Skye and Trip cleaned each others’ faces of cake. Fitz and Simmons watched from their table as Trip ran his thumb across Skye’s lip to rid it of any remaining crumbs.
“Who do you think’ll be the next to marry?” Jemma asked, looking around the room. “I mean, I guess Bobbi and Hunter are sort of together again, but I’m not sure if they’ll want–”
Jemma’s thought was interrupted when Skye grabbed a microphone and invited all the ladies to gather beneath the stage for the bouquet toss.
“You know I do think it’s a silly tradition, but it’s Skye and she’d be so disappointed if–”
“Go, Jemma,” he said. “Have fun.”
“Okay,” she said, kissing him on the forehead before traversing towards the small crowd.
“Alright, ladies. One of you will be next.” Skye giggled. “Wow, that sounded way more threatening than it was supposed to. Anyway, be on guard. I have a sick backwards toss.” Skye handed the microphone over to Trip, who almost dropped it because he was so busy grinning in awe over his new wife.
Jemma stood in the back of the crowd, with no intention of catching it. She had come for Skye, but Skye had been right. She had an astounding backwards toss, and it flew right towards Jemma. Without thinking of the repercussions, Jemma flailed her arms and trapped the bouquet between her arm and her collarbone.
As the crowd cheered, Jemma received a wink from Skye. She then made the mistake of looking up at the table where the bridesmaids and groomsmen sat. Jemma locked eyes with Fitz, who blushed just as hard as she.
Her and Fitz had never really talked about marriage. Sure, they had been dating for several years, and they’d fallen in love with each other even before that, but they had always been so wrapped up in so many other things–SHIELD business, working on Skye’s wedding, trying to keep Coulson from taking on too many new agents–that it had never really crossed Jemma’s mind.
But that was just Jemma.
Fitz on the other hand, had bought Jemma a ring two months after they started dating, and he’d been planning on popping the question this week, after all the wedding chaos had died down. He hadn’t quite figured out every detail, but it was coming soon. Or at least, that had been his plan up until Jemma caught the bouquet.
After the bouquet toss was over, and once everyone was happily eating some double chocolate cake–Skye’s choice–Fitz excused himself for a moment to go and talk with Skye.
When he was finally able to catch her alone, he flashed her the box that he’d been carrying around in his pocket for a solid fortnight now. Before Skye could squeal, he made a shushing signal. “I wasn’t planning on doing it tonight, but you wouldn’t mind, would you?” Skye shook her head gleefully and hugged Fitz a little too tight.
“Nothing would make this wedding day better.”