professorleofitz:

Out of all the responses to get from Jonathan, Fitz honest to god had not expected THIS. He expected that the professor would just watch him leave, probably, or maybe come out to insult him a bit more, but… more kissing??
It wouldn’t be a lie to say Fitz was slightly excited by the kiss, his chest was warm and his skin tingled despite himself and he didn’t know what to DO, he wanted to pull back and tell him off again, but. Well. He hunched his shoulders a little and ended up kissing him back in confusion. He was overwhelmed and stressed and he had NO clue how he should react to this.

Skye was hearing voices. She had her music on full volume while she rummaged through her desk drawer, and she still heard voices. Removing one earbud with a sigh and stopping in her tracks so that the rustle of the papers she was going through wouldn’t interfere, the most easily distinguishable accent in the entire building reached her almost immediately, and, sliding the drawer shut with a heavy sigh, she went to confirm the commotion was exactly what she’d thought it was. Spoiler alert; it was. One difference, though - she didn’t catch them in the gruesome murder scene she expected.

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She couldn’t stop herself before a silent and thoroughly horrified “what the fuck?” escaped, and while it was inaudible enough not to catch their attention, her next step certainly would be. She tiptoed to where they were blaspheming (Jonathan conveniently not facing her) and cleared her throat, arms already crossed over her chest.