Harley & Fitz | Around 1130
Truly this had to be a dream. But if it was, he never wanted to wake up. He'd been in denial about his feelings for Harley for so long, long enough that Riley had hinted at it and he'd told her she was crazy. (Turns out his best friend was NOT in fact crazy, but she already knew that) But if this wasn't a dream then how did he get here? How did they get here?
Maybe he could blame the alcohol for lowering inhibitions, but really did it matter? What mattered was that she was pressed against him, her lips moving against his matching his so perfectly. And it seemed as if they were both in disbelief at where they were. Or maybe it was that it felt right. He'd been expecting more...guilt maybe? But all he could feel was the positive emotions and the way their friends had reacted just showed how okay this was.
Fitz was also sure that kissing Harley was definitely his new favorite activity. 100% sure it was.
The way she arched into him, her arms entwined around his neck, that soft scent of her that was as intoxicating as the drinks they'd imbibed seemed to surround him and Fitz couldn't think of anything except how she made him entire being feel like it was slowly combusting from feelings and contentment.
More whistles and hoots echoed in his ears and he broke away from her with a sigh and a soft laugh.
"Do you want to get out of here?" he asked breathlessly. "Otherwise I feel like these animals are just going to keep teasing and interrupting us. And I'd rather be somewhere quiet with you."