hurricanepixie (hurricanepixie) wrote,

In The Rain; Primeval

Title: In the Rain
Authors: mydoctortennant
Pairings/Characters: Jess/Becker
Warnings: Slight spoilers for s5.4
Disclaimer: Not real. Despite birthday wishes and night time prayers to Santa (all Hail Amy Pond!) Merlin still isn't mine!
Rating: PG
Summary: Just when Jess thinks it's over.
Author Notes: Written for the Just Kiss Her Already drabble tag over on hurricanepixie for the prompt "It's pouring down with rain, someone's radio is playing something smooth and jazzy and he just can't help himself." by seren_ccd

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.
Tags: ♥ jess/becker, ♦ primeval

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