“Oh!” Jemma said, holding out her hand, palm up. She tipped her head back and stared wide-eyed up at the Scottish sky, as though taken aback that the thickset gray clouds had finally taken it upon themselves to produce rain. “Ugh, I knew I should have brought an umbrella. Didn’t really think we’d be out here long enough for the sky to open up on us. We were only looking at the two cottages!”
“It’s all right, I have one.” Fitz dug into his backpack and produced a standard S.H.I.E.L.D-issue umbrella, a slim black instrument tightly wrapped and bound. He shook it out and pressed the button, holding it over Jemma’s head with a little half-smile. “Looks like it’s only big enough for one.”
“Oh, don’t be silly!” Jemma huddled her arms around herself, lips already turning a dusky purple as the rain rapidly progressed from a misty patter to a full-fledged deluge. “Fitz, you’ll get drenched!”
“Already there.” He shrugged as though being soaked to the bone was a normal everyday occurrence. Raindrops tumbled off his matted curls and dripped down his face, clinging to his chin and the tip of his nose. “Ready to make a mad dash for the car? I’ll keep the umbrella over your head as best I can.”
“Ugh, you’re being ridiculous.” Jemma stepped up close to him, closing her hand over his fingers on the umbrella’s shaft and yanking it over both their heads. “We can both fit, we just have to squeeze in a little.” She waggled her eyebrows and wrapped her free arm around him, heedless of the state of his shirt, already sopping wet and clinging to his skin.
“Well, if you insist.” Fitz’s small smile broadened to a grin, and he closed his eyes as Jemma leaned forward to kiss the rain off the tip of his nose. His eyelashes glittered with water droplets, and she leaned up to kiss those too, pushing herself up on her tiptoes.
“Don’t blink,” she ordered between kisses, her lips fluttering all over his face, darting to catch each raindrop before it dripped to the ground. “Ugh, Fitz, you’re already freezing. You’re going to catch your death of cold out here.”
He chuckled, but obediently kept his eyes closed. “Is that so? Sounding a bit like my grandmother there, Jemma.”
“Oh, lovely, just what a girl wants to hear while–mmph.”
The words were cut off as she found herself being soundly kissed, Fitz’s cold hands warming themselves against her back, and the rain’s drumming against the umbrella faded to a dull, meaningless roar.
“Mmm,” she said at length, her forehead pressed to his. “Weren’t we going to run to the car?”
“Well, I don’t know about you,” Fitz said, sounding a little breathless as though he’d already run a significant distance. “But I’m feeling quite a bit warmer now.”
Jemma tipped her head back and laughed, the sunny sound canceling out the pounding of the rain.