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01 July 2011 @ 11:26 am
Just Kiss Her Already: A Jess/Becker Drabble Tag  

Are you fed up with the lack of Becker and/or Jess making a move on the other? Me too! So here I propose a Drabble Tag. Prompt anything and everything that involves our two lovely kids be it romantic, heroic or sheer, unadulterated fluff!

Some Rules

Prompters: You can prompt anything you want and as much as you want. Have a hundred prompts you want filled? Go ahead, nobody here is going to stop you, in fact, the more the merrier!
- You can prompt anonymously if you want to.
- Prompts must be Jess/Becker inclined, other characters can make an appearance. They can be crossover prompts but they must be weighted towards Jess/Becker.

Writers: Your response to a prompt has to fit into one comment can be as long as you so desire, the more the merrier!
- You can respond to as many prompts as you want, guess what? The more the merrier! =D
- Reply with your fic in the thread of the prompt (click the ‘reply’ button) don’t post it as a separate comment.
- In the title of your response you can call your fics anything, though you don't need to title them, just make sure you include a rating and any spoiler warnings. Please remember that some people won’t have seen series five yet and may be avoiding spoilers so just give them a bit of advance warning!
- You can post your responses anonymously if you want to.
- All fics must be Jess/Becker inclined though other characters can appear.

Readers: If you read something that is rated older than your eyes we, read: I, take no responsibility for that. If it isn’t rated and you think it should be rated higher then please contact me via hurricanepixie.
- Not normally a writer? Why not give it a go in aid of the JUST KISS HER ALREADY campaign?

Artists: Want to respond to a prompt in art form? Go for it. Any love for these two is more than welcomed!

Everybody: No hating, just loving! Share the Jess/Becker love!

Spread the Word:

Any questions, don’t hesitate to ask mydoctortennant aka hurricanepixie or sgmajorshipper who is in charge of archiving.

Filled Prompts | Unfilled Prompts | Complete Archive | Have We missed something?

What are you waiting for, Becker, just kiss her already!
Jen the Enablermydoctortennant on July 1st, 2011 10:47 am (UTC)
Me first, me first! (Advantage of hosting I guess!)
Becker in Civvies is one thing Jess can't deny.
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Re: Drabble: This time, they kiss ... - deinonychus_1 on July 1st, 2011 03:01 pm (UTC) (Expand)
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Re: Drabble: Jeans - deinonychus_1 on July 1st, 2011 03:02 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Drabble: Jeans - rebeccarsim on July 6th, 2011 09:32 am (UTC) (Expand)
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Re: Drabble: One Trap Not to Escape - deinonychus_1 on July 1st, 2011 03:04 pm (UTC) (Expand)
seren_ccd: Primeval - Becker/Jessseren_ccd on July 1st, 2011 11:41 am (UTC)
It's an oldie but a goodie:

Huddling together for warmth!

Come on, it's cold and they're wrapped so tightly together...
renisanz: b/j hugrenisanz on July 1st, 2011 12:12 pm (UTC)
I really like this one...
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M: Becker & Jessella_rose88 on July 1st, 2011 11:42 am (UTC)
Jess and Becker go through an anomaly and end up in Camelot (BBC's Merlin)....

As long as it ends up with Jess/Becker kissing I will be happy! Maybe the knights (mainly Gwaine!hehe) hit on Jess making Becker so incredibly jealous that he just has to kiss her already!
hiddencaithiddencait on July 1st, 2011 10:06 pm (UTC)
Filled! "Not Anybody's Damned Wench"
(Somehow this ended up more the movie King Arthur with all the smexy of Clive Owen, Mads Mikkelsen, etc. than in BBC’s Merlin. Sorry? I guess I’m just more used to writing this version!)

Jess hates to admit it, but she’s utterly out of her depth. For one thing, the men here are anything but the chivalrous knights of medieval literature. They’re dirty, smelly, horribly crude, and not to mention every bloody one of them towers over her. She’s fairly certain the looming is on purpose too, if only as an excuse to try to look down the pathetic excuse for a bodice on the dress the red-haired barmaid has given her. They’re not even particularly subtle about it!

She forces herself to ignore the leers as she lugs about heavy tankards of ale (since when is the ARC’s Field Coordinator reduced to this?), but she will not be able to ignore the roaming hands much longer. If that Lancelot pulls her into his lap even one more time, she’s likely to break a flagon over his head if he’s not careful. She doesn’t even really care what would happen after that. She just knows she wants the hell out of here: out of this damned tavern, away from this damned fort and the looming wall, and and-

She forces herself away from painful thoughts of where’d she’d rather be before she does something mental, like say screaming at the top of her lungs that she’s from the future and all of these warrior wankers can piss off because they are long dead, god damn it!

A sudden scuffle out in the courtyard catches her attention as well as that of everyone else in the tavern. A man is yelling out curses, and almost as one, the drunken boys around her stand and suddenly become the protective knightly men she’d expected them to be, deliberately placing themselves between the unarmed women and whatever threat had appeared. She feels a moment of gratitude toward the men she’s so recently loathed, but the new arrival yells out again, and the voice is one she knows better than her own.


His name forces itself past her lips, and she hurtles herself forward between the knights, dodging their grasping hands without a thought. His voice becomes more frantic, and she pushes past a final spectator in time to see him throw off the grasp of Arthur’s silent scout. Then he’s running, as well, and she can hardly believe the sight of him, alive and well and thank all the gods, clean!

It’s possibly the last that utterly destroys any sense of composure she might have left, and as she reaches him, she all but throws herself into his arms. He catches her and pulls her tight to his chest, and then she’s lifting her face to his for a kiss that ought to have surprised them both, but somehow is nothing more than relished and expected and oh so very necessary.

It’s only the digging of his EMD into her ribs and the sudden whistle she just knows is from Gawain that manages to remind them of just where they are and just what kind of scene they’re making with the very public display of relieved affection and Becker’s decidedly out of era attire. Becker pulls back and sets her gently back on the ground with a grin that’s only slightly sheepish.

“The anomaly’s open. Let’s get you home.”

Jess nods, her grin threatening to split her cheeks. Becket turns back the way he’s come, EMD up and ready as if to threaten the massive knights before him. As if they even bloody know what the hell an EMD is. There’s no threat needed though, only a strident scolding from the buxom redhead whose name Jess still cannot remember. The woman cuffs one and then another of them on the arm and then stands glaring with her hands on her hips until the clearly amused and slightly cowed knights move from Becker and Jess’s path.

Then the older woman gives them a smile and waves them on, and the long from home pair are quick to make their escape. As they exit the fortress and make their way toward the anomaly at a run, Jess can only think of his hand in her’s… and the possibility of a bar of chocolate in the very near future... and Becker… and a shower! … and Becker… and clean clothes and new shoes… and Becker.

Re: Filled! "Not Anybody's Damned Wench" - renisanz on July 1st, 2011 10:41 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Filled! "Not Anybody's Damned Wench" - hiddencait on July 2nd, 2011 12:32 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Filled! "Not Anybody's Damned Wench" - seren_ccd on July 2nd, 2011 09:01 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Filled! "Not Anybody's Damned Wench" - hiddencait on July 2nd, 2011 12:56 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Filled! "Not Anybody's Damned Wench" - deinonychus_1 on July 2nd, 2011 10:21 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Filled! "Not Anybody's Damned Wench" - hiddencait on July 2nd, 2011 12:54 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Filled! "Not Anybody's Damned Wench" - bailey1ak on July 3rd, 2011 03:19 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Filled! "Not Anybody's Damned Wench" - hiddencait on July 3rd, 2011 04:01 am (UTC) (Expand)
renisanz: b/j arcrenisanz on July 1st, 2011 12:33 pm (UTC)
She curled her fingers into either side of his tac-vest, hesitating only a moment more before tugging him down to her.

I'll probably end up drawing this anyway, jsyk.
seren_ccd: Primeval Jess Parker is smarter than youseren_ccd on July 1st, 2011 02:15 pm (UTC)
Filled! - Flustered, indeed
Jess stood at the door to the locker room, her toe tapping out a harsh rhythm on the floor. Becker looked at her over his shoulder.

"What? I thought today went rather well," Becker said.

Jess glared at him. "Are you even aware of how much property was destroyed today?"

"It was empty!"

"It was a listed building!" Jess said walking over to him. "Do you know how much the stained glass windows on the first storey alone cost?"

"No," Becker said slowly, "but I'll be sure to tell the next prehistoric creature that is hell-bent on eating the population to make sure to avoid all of the historic buildings in the area and stick to the empty parking lots and wooded areas. Jess. We didn't exactly have a choice."

She crossed her arms over her chest and continued to glare.

"What?" he asked. "Why are you so ticked off?"

"Well, you try to come up with a plausible story to tell the historical society that doesn't involve carnivorous animals," she said poking him in the chest, "and then spend an entire hour trying to talk them out of heading straight to the Daily Mail with an even more ridiculous version of the events and we'll see how calm you are."

"Luckily, I don’t have to worry about it,” Becker said with a smirk. “That’s why we’ve got you. You’re the PR version of Ovaltine.”

Jess narrowed her eyes. “Did you just refer to me as a type of hot beverage?”

“Yep,” he said still smirking. “In fact, that may become your new call sign.”

“You are ridiculous,” she said.

“Hey, I’m not the one who’s all flustered because she had to deal with some old little biddies who are disappointed their building got destroyed in the midst of a heroic mission to save lives,” Becker said.

“Oh, really?” Jess said. “And I suppose it would take a great deal to get you all flustered?”

“Oh, yes,” he said sounding infuriatingly patronizing. “A very great deal indeed.”

“We’ll see about that,” she muttered. She curled her fingers into either side of his tac-vest, hesitating only a moment more before tugging him down to her.

Her lips pressed against his for just a heartbeat before his hands came up to cup her face. She licked along the seam of his lips and he opened with a groan that surprised them both. Gripping his vest even tighter she pulled him closer and kissed him with every ounce of pent-up aggression, lust and frustration she had.

Then with just as little warning, she let him go and stepped away. Becker remained leaning forward with his lips parted for a full seven seconds before finally blinking and staring at her. His eyes were dazed and he couldn’t seem to close his mouth properly.

Jess gave him a smirk eerily reminiscent of his own and simply said, “Who’s flustered now?”

Then she turned smartly on her heel and left the locker room.


Not sure if this was what you had in mind, but I couldn't help myself. :D

Edited at 2011-07-01 02:16 pm (UTC)
Re: Filled! - Flustered, indeed - deinonychus_1 on July 1st, 2011 03:05 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Filled! - Flustered, indeed - renisanz on July 1st, 2011 04:46 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Filled! - Flustered, indeed - seren_ccd on July 1st, 2011 05:31 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Filled! - Flustered, indeed - renisanz on July 1st, 2011 07:58 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Filled! - Flustered, indeed - yavie_namarie on July 2nd, 2011 02:36 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Filled! - Flustered, indeed - bailey1ak on July 3rd, 2011 04:46 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Filled! - Flustered, indeed - taraljc on July 5th, 2011 06:38 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Filled! - Flustered, indeed - seren_ccd on July 5th, 2011 07:53 am (UTC) (Expand)
art: "Push & Pull" [G] - renisanz on July 1st, 2011 09:38 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: art: "Push & Pull" [G] - mydoctortennant on July 1st, 2011 10:17 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: art: "Push & Pull" [G] - renisanz on July 1st, 2011 11:27 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: art: "Push & Pull" [G] - bevam on July 1st, 2011 10:34 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: art: "Push & Pull" [G] - renisanz on July 1st, 2011 11:27 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: art: "Push & Pull" [G] - whuffle on July 2nd, 2011 12:12 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: art: "Push & Pull" [G] - renisanz on July 2nd, 2011 08:30 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: art: "Push & Pull" [G] - hiddencait on July 2nd, 2011 01:56 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: art: "Push & Pull" [G] - renisanz on July 2nd, 2011 09:05 am (UTC) (Expand)
Filled: icons! - renisanz on July 6th, 2011 06:06 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Filled: icons! - rebeccarsim on July 6th, 2011 07:59 pm (UTC) (Expand)
pink_flame_87pink_flame_87 on July 1st, 2011 12:44 pm (UTC)
Will be back later to actually, you know, participate but just had to drop by and say AMEN to the whole idea behind this lol.
hurricanepixiehurricanepixie on July 1st, 2011 01:29 pm (UTC)
Sometimes you just need a good old drabble tag to soothe the soul of the lost moments we didn't get on screen, ya know? XD
Glad you approve =D
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seren_ccd: Primeval - Becker/Jessseren_ccd on July 1st, 2011 01:31 pm (UTC)
Filled! - I want to feel you from the inside
Oh, heck. I couldn't help myself.


When Jess finds him, he's in the locker room and the blood from earlier is drying on his face and hands. She can see how it's begun to flake off of his skin and she wishes the pain and grief could be erased just as easily.

He raises his head and she has to stifle the gasp that burns in her throat at the sight of his eyes which are so dead and empty.

Telling him that it wasn't his fault would be a waste of her breath and clearly, he's in no place to hear it.

So she just approaches him slowly letting his eyes rake up and down her body. She's got her own battle scars and the sting of the wound on her thigh is an ever present reminder of just how close everyone came today to dying.

He's standing with his hands loose at his side, his shoulders slumped and she stands in front of him. Carefully, she raises her hands, stopping only when he flinches, then continuing on until they frame his face. Her thumb brushes against the corner of his mouth and his eyes come alive.

His hands clutch at her waist and he pulls her to him so fiercely, she's dizzy and then his mouth crashes down on hers and her breath is stolen right out of her lungs. But she's kissing him back, their tongues entwining and teeth clashing with a ferocity that should frighten her, but doesn't. It only spurs her on to press against him and then he's picking her up and spinning around to shove her against the lockers.

The sound of her body hitting the metal echoes throughout the room but it doesn't stop her from wrapping her legs around his hips as he grinds into her.

She pulls her mouth away and gasps as his mouth travels the length of her throat licking and biting at her soft skin.

"I can't stop," he says harshly. "Jess--"

"Don't," she gasps out. "Don't ever stop."
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Re: Filled! - I want to feel you from the inside - bevam on July 2nd, 2011 06:42 pm (UTC) (Expand)
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pink_flame_87pink_flame_87 on July 1st, 2011 04:01 pm (UTC)
Filled-Giving people ideas...
It wasn't like Jess never chose outfits for work that left people-male people much to Becker's annoyance-with little to imagine. In fact she had a habit of deeming scandelously short dresses and plunging necklines perfectly acceptable work wear, in fluorescent colors none the less. Becker had long ago learned to mask his reactions to her ensembles and as far as he could tell the other ARC employees did the same (he kept a close eye on how other men interacted with her, for her sake of course).

However, all of his previous experience and built up immunity to the shocking nature of Jess' outfits had in no way prepared him for the sight that greeted him that morning.

Jess had strode up to the ADD, confident and oblivious as ever, wrapped in what to Becker's eyes amounted to a handkerchief. A second glance (not that he'd looked away) revealed that the bright orange fabric was actually a pair of shorts and a top that were connected to form a sort of jumpsuit. The shorts were barely decent revealing even more of her legs than her usual skirts and the shirt (if it could be called that) had no sleeves or straps and dipped dangerously low toward parts of her anatomy that Becker was most definitely not thinking about.

Blinking a few times, Becker forced himself to avert his eyes for a few seconds, which gave him the opportunity to take in the lustful glances the lab techs and a couple of his soldiers were shooting Jess' way.

Becker felt a rush of heat and rage that seemed to start in his toes and travel all the way to his barely functioning brain.

He marched over to the ADD just as Jess arrived there herself, greeting him with a huge grin that quickly faded as she saw his expression.

"What's wrong?" Jess asked, concern obvious in her voice.

Becker didn't answer right away. He was currently directing his gaze at her shoes (it seemed safest) and all he could think (besides wordless, irrational rage) was how crazy Jess must be to still wear heels with...whatever THIS was.

"Becker?" She tried again, and this time he forced himself to answer.

"What are you wearing?" He demanded in what he hoped was a discreet whisper.

Jess glanced down at herself, confused.

"It's a jumpsuit," Jess offered simply.

"I know it's a..." Becker broke off and took a deep breath. "I mean why are you wearing it...HERE?"

"It's summer," Jess shrugged as though those two words should explain everything. "What's wrong with it?"

"What's wrong with it?" Becker echoed incrediously. "What's wrong with it is it's going to give people ideas! It's going to make people want to do...want to do..."

"Want to do what?" Jess asked,hands on hips now, obviously both humiliated and annoyed.

"This," Becker breathed barely registering that he had reached out and yanked her towards him.

He hadn't known he was going to kiss her until he was doing it but it was extremely satisfying how she went soft in his arms even as he kissed her hard enough to bruise.

He vaguely thought he heard applause in the background but chose to ignore it for the time being. It was good they were watching, now they knew she was his. And as soon as he was finished proving it she was getting wrapped up in one army issue black jacket...or maybe that could wait.

Edited at 2011-07-01 05:10 pm (UTC)
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Re: Filled-Giving people ideas... - pink_flame_87 on July 1st, 2011 07:48 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Filled-Giving people ideas... - catchtheskies on July 1st, 2011 06:59 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Filled-Giving people ideas... - pink_flame_87 on July 1st, 2011 07:49 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Filled-Giving people ideas... - hiddencait on July 1st, 2011 09:03 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Filled-Giving people ideas... - deinonychus_1 on July 1st, 2011 09:14 pm (UTC) (Expand)
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Jess' Fashion Faux Pas--Adult - pinkcat4569 on September 26th, 2011 03:44 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Jess' Fashion Faux Pas--Adult - pinkcat4569 on September 26th, 2011 03:46 am (UTC) (Expand)
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Whufflewhuffle on July 1st, 2011 07:18 pm (UTC)
“Absolutely not!” he roared, and the majority of the techs outside flinched, hearing him even through the sound-proofing on Lester’s office.

“Be reasonable, captain.” Lester soothed, his cultured voice intentionally pitched low to remind the young officer of his manners.

“Not a chance,” Becker bit back quickly. His body turned and he began to pace long furious strides back and forth in front of the desk. “We’ve known each other plenty long enough, sir. You know bloody well that I wouldn’t put my foot down if I didn’t truly think you were dead wrong.”

“Even if it were someone aside from Miss Parker?” Lester’s carefully groomed eyebrow arching high to make his point for him.

Becker stopped cold in his tracks. His back was facing his superior but the vulnerable expression on his face was still clear to see reflected in the office’s glass walls as he looked out at the subject of their conversation.

“She doesn’t know,” Lester added quietly. “Hasn’t a clue that Christine’s sent the entirety of her rather formidable covert ops team after her.”

“And we’re going to keep it that way,” Becker stated firmly as he turned round once again to face the desk.

“How exactly do you propose to manage that,” Lester asked, oozing his trademark sarcasm like honey.


Before Lester could ask for further explanation, Becker had taken two long strides and yanked open the office door. From his desk, Lester watched as the dark haired captain leaned casually over the back of his tiny field coordinator’s chair. Her head tilted back with that sunny smile she seemed to reserve just for Captain Becker. He saw them exchanged a few words before Miss Parker looked down at her keyboard again. Lester didn’t miss the smirk that Becker tossed over his shoulder toward the office door, nor the gentle pink flush creeping downward across the field coordinator’s exposed shoulders.

Becker stalked off confidently and while he trusted the other man implicitly, James Lester was still left wondering exactly what he’d planned.
The following morning, James Lester arrived at the office bright and early as always. He sat quietly reading reports and sipping Lorraine’s excellent coffee whilst covertly watching the ARC’s staff filter in to start their day. His eyebrows hit his slowly receding hairline when Miss Parker arrived, escorted by Captain Becker. She was still wearing the same clothing as the previous day and obviously quite self-conscious of the fact from the way she kept pulling at the hem of her skirt. From behind glass walls, Lester watched as Becker pried her hand off the clothing and gave each one a lingering kiss. Stunned to stillness, Miss Parker stood before the ADD, flushed with arousal and completely unable to help herself as she watched his ass when he walked away.

The phone on Lester’s desk rang a few moments later. The cocky tone told him everything he needed to know.

“No worries, sir. I’ve improvised.”
Re: Filled - sgmajorshipper on July 1st, 2011 07:33 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Filled - hurricanepixie on July 1st, 2011 07:58 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Filled - deinonychus_1 on July 1st, 2011 09:17 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Filled - whuffle on July 1st, 2011 10:54 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Filled - bailey1ak on July 3rd, 2011 05:01 am (UTC) (Expand)
seren_ccd: Primeval - Becker/Jessseren_ccd on July 1st, 2011 02:47 pm (UTC)
Another classic:

It's pouring down with rain, someone's radio is playing something smooth and jazzy and he just can't help himself.
Jen the Enabler: Primeval :: Gleeful Abby Hugging Connormydoctortennant on July 1st, 2011 03:24 pm (UTC)
She'd run out of his apartment block quicker than you could say anomaly. He'd said come over, that he wasn't doing anything. He'd told her at lunch that it was good to have her back after her forced medical leave. He'd even smiled at her, that smile that he only proffered to her.

Obviously she had grossly misinterpreted.

When she'd knocked on his door she hadn't expected a leggy brunette to answer with a massive smile, "I must have the wrong house." Jess excused, stepping back and near running straight out of the building choosing the stairs not the lift, she couldn't wait to get out of there.

She wiped her cheeks as she pushed out of the building door. It was his flat, she knew it was. She'd checked his file and his text more than once. It was his flat.

In the past minutes that she had been inside the heavens had opened. She had been forced to park around the corner, "Brilliant." She said dejectedly clicking down the street in a pair of bright red heels.

"Jess!" she heard him shout out above her. He was leaning out of his living area window, "Jessica!"

She sped up her pace towards her car.

She was nearly there when a hand caught a hold of her wrist, "Jessica, wait."

"If you wanted to tell me to back off you didn't have to make me walk in on something."

"Jess, you didn't."

"Because you were too busy to even open the door."


"It's fine, I understand. You don't have to worry about me, I'll be professional-"

It was like somebody was playing a cosmic joke on her, the cafe next to where she had paked was just opening, a gentle blues number greeting their ear drums, "You don't understand, Jess-"

"No, I do. I'll just go," she pulled on the handle of her car door, her hair sticking to her face and the back of her neck.

"Jessica, listen to me," he demanded. She looked up at him defiantly, she wanted to leave, he could see that. But this was far too important to let her do that now. The music just set his pulse racing, it was now or never: he kissed her. In the middle of the street. It stunned her to the point of silence, giving Becker the chance to speak, "You didn't walk in on anything," he said, strong hand cupping her jaw, "Ellie was just leaving, to leave me alone with you but you were early. You left before she had the chance to introduce herself. Ellie's my sister, she was awfully confused when you walked away."

"She's not your girlfriend?"

"No, not my girlfriend." Jess chewed her lip before breaking out into a smile, "There is no girlfriend. Come inside before you catch your death."

His shirt was sticking to his back, defining the muscles there that Jess had spent the last months dreaming of. She closed her car door but they didn't move.

Surrounded by jazz music, their clothing taking on water, the soldier stooped once again kissing her. Her eyes closed, feeling his hands against the sopping fabric of her dress. The rain went ignored by the pair, finally swallowing their stubborn sides and giving in. Finally.
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athene: becker big gun action s4deinonychus_1 on July 1st, 2011 03:17 pm (UTC)
Becker has a secret (and for a big tough guy a rather *embarassing*) phobia, Jess finds out and/or has to rescue him.
Whufflewhuffle on July 1st, 2011 11:16 pm (UTC)
The beetles had done their jobs are better than anyone knew. Weeks later, the ARC was still limping, floundering unexpectedly here and there as they uncovered more of the damages done in need of repair.

Jess vigilantly scrolled through the CCTV footage. She'd taken to doing so constantly ever since one of the scientists got trapped in one of the lavatories overnight. The poor man still seemed to be holding his bladder every day from morning till lunchtime when he escaped to use the facilities at a nearby coffee shop.

Her fingers flicked efficiently across the controls as something caught her eye. Whisking backward through the camera feeds, Jess finally found it; a man curled into a ball on the floor of one of the lifts. Touching one finger to the button on her comm, Jess brought up the channel that should have contacted Matt Andersen and Captain Becker.

"Matt, Becker, we've got a soldier trapped in one of the lifts." She chirped brightly. "Looks like it's stopped dead between -"

Jess' voice stopped dead as the man in the lift's head snapped up as if responding to the sound of her voice. As soon as he looked up, Jess could see that it was Becker. She hissed between her teeth in alarm and quickly worked to switch to a private comm channel.

"Becker, is that you?" She whispered.

"Yeah, Jess. It's me." His breathing was ragged when he finally answered.

"Why were you on the floor? Were you attacked? Has something gone wrong with the air handling system?" Jess tossed the questions off in rapid succession. Concern for her colleague making her sharper than truly necessary.

"Stop. There's nothing wrong with the air, Jess."

"Then why are you - "

"Anxiety attack," he replied shortly, breaking in before she could finish asking her question.

"You're afraid of...?" Jess let the question hang, completely at a loss when confronted with the idea that her brave Captain Becker could be afraid of anything.

"Claustrophobia," he wheezed.

"Right. Stay there. Just breath. I'm going to call for help. I'll keep you on the same comm as I am. You'll be able to hear me the entire time."

"'kay" he whispered, and Jess' heart wrenched. She could hear him fighting for every breath.

"Matt, Becker's the one trapped in the lift. And the air system cut out. I've gotten the system patched over to reserves for the moment but he said he's not feeling quite right. The lift is stopped between the second and third floors. It's the access from the garage at the East end of the building."

"Right, I'm on my way. Send one of the engineer crews down to meet me." Jess could hear the brush and slide of Matt's clothing as he moved to respond.

Switching comm channels, she reached out to stroke her fingers across Becker's image on the monitor.

"I'm here Becker, and Matt's on his way. Now just breath, yeah?"

She heard him take in a sharp quick breath before exhaling slowly with a shudder.

"Just don't stop talking," he whispered.
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Jen the Enablermydoctortennant on July 1st, 2011 03:30 pm (UTC)
Sport, it can be dangerous, it can be fun, but most of all it can bring people together.

(Might be about to watch the Nadal/Murray match... COME ON NADAL!)

Edited at 2011-07-01 03:30 pm (UTC)
Jen the Enablermydoctortennant on July 1st, 2011 03:34 pm (UTC)
Sometimes Abby and Connor just can't get out of the way quick enough.
Whufflewhuffle on July 1st, 2011 05:37 pm (UTC)
Becker had been away two months, six days, 13 hours, and 24 minutes. Not that Jess was counting. While it wasn’t his fault, Jess had taken a good deal of her frustrations out on Lester for having agreed to it in the first place. Still, when the minister tells you one of your best officers is needed by the regiment to take temporary command of a squadron due for deployment, you don’t have much choice in the matter.

She’d been there, watching when the troop carrier lifted off for Afghanistan. She expected to be there again when he finally returned home.

In the meantime she dove into her job, picking up extra duties with an eagerness that surprised even Phillip Burton. She’d begun pouring over old records looking for patterns in the anomalies, gathering enough data points for Connor to make his first attempt at re-creating Professor Cutter’s anomaly model. Every day Jess came in early and stayed late, trying to bury herself in logistics and paperwork, trying to burn away the gaping hole she felt in the core of her being.

Connor on one side and Abby behind her, Jess picked confidently through the data they’d gathered. She had barely a split second’s warning; the scramble as both Connor and Abs jumped out of the way. Her chair twisted and suddenly Jess’ space was invaded, filled with the dark scent of gunpowder, sweat, and blood. Him. Arms bracketing her as he held her captive in her seat, it was all Jess could do to ride the roller-coaster of her own emotions as Becker’s lips claimed her own.
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Whuffle: Shirtless Beckerwhuffle on July 1st, 2011 04:50 pm (UTC)
AU prompt: Bomb Squad
What if the episode with Ethan's bomb had ended differently? They kissed. Composure shattered, Becker refuses to let Jess go when the bomb squad finally arrived.
hiddencaithiddencait on July 2nd, 2011 12:51 pm (UTC)
Re: AU prompt: Bomb Squad (Filled! "Touchstone" part 1)
Anyone who’d ever been active duty military, especially anyone active duty and deployed in a war zone, learned very quickly that a near death experience has a variety of effects on a person, both mentally and physically.

There was the adrenaline rush, for one. Becker had gotten used to his breath coming fast and shallow and his entire body trembling sometimes for hours. It might be imperceptible to some, but he knew when his own hands were shaking. Usually he could keep it hidden until he had time to decompress alone somewhere after the furor died down. He tended to be overprotective as hell in this phase too; if one of his men were injured, he’d be prowling the medical facilities fully armed and ready to shoot anyone who threatened the now helpless soldier under his command. It was just instinct: protect the men who protected your back, especially when they were in no state to do it themselves.

Occasionally the adrenaline overload manifested itself in…ahem… other ways. There was a reason most soldiers kept condoms on them, even on the front lines. Becker was just a prone to the “find someone to fuck to prove you’re still breathing” reaction as any other soldier; he just liked to think he was better at controlling that reaction. Usually. It really didn’t do to have the men under his command see him give in to that on a regular basis, so, well, he just didn’t give in.

So, yes, he was used to this sort of thing. He just wasn’t used to having to deal with Jess dealing with this sort of thing. When she’d lunged in for a hug after brilliantly disarming the bloody bomb, Becker had returned to embrace on instinct, needing that physical connection as much as she did.

“You are truly brilliant!”

“I was! I am!” Her grin was infectious, and Becker couldn’t help grinning back in sheer relief that they both were alive and well. That might have been a mistake, he realized in retrospect; it was hard to keep his teammate at arms length when they shared a smile like that. He could see the exact moment when sheer relief shifted to something else in her eyes. Then she moved, or perhaps he did. Regardless of who started it, the next thing he knew, his mouth was on her’s, needy and hungry. He swallowed her faint sound of surprise at the sudden onslaught, and a voice in the back of his mind tried to pull him back, tried to tell him to rein himself in, that he needed to keep himself under control. He didn’t though, at least not until the backup Jess had called crashed in all around them.

He managed to pull himself away from her for all of a moment as he barked orders to his men, but then he reached more her again, gathering her back to his side, and wrapping his arms around her. He wanted, needed, her within reach, close enough that he could hope keep her safe if one of the men triggered another of Ethan’s gifts. He kept her that close while the room was cleared of any other devices, and then another man entered and approached the pair.

“Is she hurt? Let me look, now,” the man, a medic, said, and then he made the mistake of reaching for the woman in Becker’s arms.
Whuffle: Jess Parkerwhuffle on July 1st, 2011 04:52 pm (UTC)
Angst prompt
She was too young, he kept trying to tell himself. There was an 8 year age difference. Still, Becker woke up in a cold sweat at least once a night dreaming of her kiss.
seren_ccd: Primeval - Becker/Jessseren_ccd on July 1st, 2011 05:48 pm (UTC)
Re: Angst prompt
Her skin was silk beneath his finger tips and he let his lips just graze the length of her neck. She let out the softest of sighs and shifted her body beneath him, her hips cradling his.

His hand slid over her sides, brushing lightly against the curve of her breast. She gasped as his hand travelled over her ribs, across her abdomen, and then glided over her hipbones to find her warm and wet.

She whispered something as she arched into his touch. He lifted his head to look upon her face and shook with desire at the sight of her lips parted and her eyes squeezed shut.

He leaned down and on every stroke of his fingers inside of her, he brushed his lips over hers. Until they were both gasping as the rhythm increased. Her mouth open and wet, he kissed her fully, plundering her mouth while her body tightened under his.

With a cry that had him groaning, she fell apart, breaking into gorgeous pieces in his arms. He lifted his head from her lips to see her face.

It's the sight of the tears in her eyes that wakes him up, with a choked yell and his hands fisted in his sheets.

He lays in bed, pressing the heels of his hands to his eyes and hating that he knows he's only going to dream about her again. And knowing that all the recriminations in the world aren't going to stop him from wanting her.


I'm not usually one for angst, but I couldn't get this out of my head.
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