Rating: R (just in case)
Disclaimer: Neither the show nor the characters belong to me, they belong to ITV1. Nonetheless, I love to borrow them from time to time. The idea of the story as well as the story itself – including all possible pre- or sequels published afterwards – are mine.
Summary: Written for the just_kiss_her kink meme. The prompt was “Lockdown. Everyone is evacuated except Jess and Becker, who are sealed in the armoury.” by taraljc.
Warnings: not beta-readAuthor notes: Okay, I’m still resisting to fully go down the smutty road, but I’m getting worse, I fear. Anyway, this was just too tempting not to be filled.
There you are, Jess, just because you were trying to help – again, she thought to herself. Sighing, she leaned back against the wall.
This was one of her wildest dreams, and yet one of her worst nightmares. Being locked in with Becker of all people. Of course, she knew that her dreams weren’t going to be fulfilled. He didn’t see her like this. Thus, this was just a nightmare.
“You know, you should have just left the ARC with the others,” Becker told her, basically to break the silence that was slowly becoming annoying.
“Yeah, tell me something I don’t already know,” she responded.
Becker blinked at her in surprise. He’d never seen her snapping at anyone, least of all at him, not even when he’d really deserved it.
“I’m sorry,” Jess mumbled. “I didn’t mean to… This is just annoying.”
“Yeah,” he grumbled, looking around the armoury.
“What were you still doing in here, anyway?” she asked.
Becker chuckled, as he took a step closer to her. “I really thought I couldn’t leave all the EMDs lying around here while the whole building was on a lockdown.”
She smiled at him, repeating his movement and bringing them another step closer together. “You know, you should start caring about yourself instead of just about your weapons.”
“Yeah, you might have a point there,” he mumbled, still moving closer. It was like an invisible power was drawing him closer to her, so close that they were almost touching.
Jess shivered. He was so close that she could feel the heat radiating from his body. This was crazy. She had always been physically aware of him, attracted to him, but never like this. She’d never felt this primal need to rip his clothes off and ravish him right there on the floor.
Becker didn’t really have time to wonder what on earth was going on. This was a lockdown, meaning something terrible might have happened causing the ARC to shut down, shut them in. He should be worrying what had caused this. He should be thinking about possibilities to get out of here and help deal with whatever problem they were currently facing. Yet all he could think about were possibilities to make love to Jess.
She couldn’t concentrate anymore. He was so close, so damn close to her… “Becker,” she whispered, not sure what she actually wanted to say. But it didn’t matter much. She had barely finished saying his name, when she found himself pinned against the wall by his body, his lips on hers in a hungry kiss.
He couldn’t stand it any longer. His name on her lips made him think of all the wonderful ways he could make her whisper or scream his name, and before he knew what got into him, he pressed her body against the wall with his own, kissing her fiercely, his hand already under her skirt.
Jess whimpered in response to his touch. God, if only he would finally rip her clothes off. There was just too much annoying fabric between them…
She was so soft, so warm, so welcoming. He couldn’t stop. Thinking straight had become impossible, he only wanted. Suddenly, there was only Jess, and the marvellous feeling of her writhing under his touch, begging him for more. His whole world was only revolving around her and the confusing mixture of feelings in his chest fighting for dominance: need, want, hunger, desire, and deep and utter love.
He tried to go slow. As slow as his newly developed animally hunger let him go, anyway. Suddenly, the aim of his life had been reduced to the wish to please her, and make her scream his name over and over and over again.
Jess wasn’t sure how long it took him to make her whole body explode, but it simply wasn’t long enough. She couldn’t get enough of him. She didn’t want this to end, ever. She just wanted more, more of him and more of the indescribable things he made her feel.
He didn’t feel tired or satisfied or anything else he usually felt after having sex. He just felt more aroused than ever before. He didn’t even allow them to catch their breaths before he had bent her over one of the tables. This was just too good to ever let it end.
She was so hot, so sweet, and so perfect. She was a drug, and he was addicted since the first taste. He couldn’t get enough of her.
Neither of them knew how long they had actually been trapped in the armoury. It had been long enough for them to make love in every possible space at the armoury, twice on the table and at least three times on the floor.
“You know, this lockdown might be the best thing that ever happened to me,” Becker whispered, gently kissing the spot on her right shoulder where his teeth had left a mark.
“Yeah, I could get used to being locked up with you somewhere,” Jess mumbled into the crook of his neck.
“Oh, really?” he asked with a smirk. “Well, then, Miss Parker, what do you think about me locking both of us up at my place tonight? Or would you prefer your place? Even though I’m not sure Abby and Connor will be happy if you screamed my name the whole night through.”
“Bouncer,” she mumbled. “I’m honestly not sure I’ll be able to move for the next two days after… this. You kind of… wore me out, you know.”
He chuckled, his chest shaking under her fingertips.
“Seriously,” Jess added. “I always knew you were really well-conditioned with all the training you do, but this was…”
“The best, hottest, most amazing and longest lasting experience I ever had,” he finished her sentence.
“I would have added most exhausting to the list, but yeah, that’s what I wanted to say,” she mumbled, smiling coyly.
“You know, I’d just… really like to continue this tonight,” Becker whispered into her hair. “Especially the part where I wake up next to you in the morning and then we share a very long shower.” Becker bit his lip. This came out wrong. She must be thinking of him as a complete sex maniac.
“I mean, I don’t want you to think this is all about sex,” he quickly added. “I just…”
She silenced him by putting a finger over his mouth, and smiled up at him. “You have to make up for two years you kept me waiting,” she replied. “So I guess it’s okay if this is all about sex in the beginning.”
“In the beginning?” he asked, smirking at her.
“Yeah, like for the first twenty years or so,” she replied with a giggle.
Chuckling, he leaned in to nibble her neck. “Well, in this case…”
Jess still couldn’t believe this had finally happened. And he was about to let it happen again, but she knew it wasn’t possible. Not here. Not now.
“You know, I really hate being the voice of conscience,” she panted rather than said. “But I’m afraid we have to get dressed. They’re going to be here in a few minutes.”
He sighed into the crook of her neck before placing a gentle kiss to the spot. “I hate it when you’re right.”
They barely managed to straighten their clothes and the mess that was Jess’s hair, before they heard footsteps in the corridor. She found herself jealous of Becker, who just had to run his fingers through his hair to make it look neat again.
The only problem was that the whole armoury thoroughly smelled of sex.
Becker hurried to get a deodorant from his locker, spraying it all over the armoury and himself before handing it over to Jess.
She blinked at him in confusion. “I can’t… leave the armoury smelling of you,” she stuttered.
Smirking, he leaned down to sniff her shirt. “You’re smelling of me anyway, and of a nice touch of sex.”
Jess swore silently. He was right. Taking the deodorant from him and using it to cover the revealing scent, she asked, “What do I say if people asked me why I used your deodorant?”
Becker shrugged. “Just tell them it was hot in here and you didn’t have a deodorant yourself, so I offered mine.”
Jess eyed him up. “Exactly how many times have you done this before?”
“Never,” he said, smirking, and then leaned in to whisper in her ear, “But I’ve been dreaming about it a lot.”
“Hey, guys, you okay in there?” Connor’s voice interrupted them a moment before he came round the corner.
“Yeah, we’re fine,” Becker replied. “What happened?”
“The medics want to see the two of you at the medical bay,” he told them, already moving forward. “Apparently, there was some sort of toxin released through the air supply. Some sort of… aphrodisiac. A pheromone making the libido go crazy or something.”
Connor stopped, turning around and eyeing his two co-workers up. “You didn’t notice anything like that, did you?”
“No,” both Becker and Jess hurried to reply, trying to look as innocent as possible.
“Hm, it probably couldn’t spread as far as the armoury before the lockdown,” Connor stated with a shrug, continuing his way to the medical bay.
Jess bit her lip, trying to fight back the tears that wanted to flood her eyes. This was why Becker had made love to her. An aphrodisiac spread through the air supply. It hadn’t been him, just some pheromone. Without it, he would have never made a move on her. And he was going to end this now that he knew the truth and once the effect had subsided.
“Hey,” Becker whispered, putting a finger under her chin to make her look at him. He could read her thoughts all over her pretty face.
“This wasn’t just some aphrodisiac,” he assured her. “It can’t be.”
“Why not?” she whispered, trying her best not to sniffle. “I mean, how can you know your feelings won’t change once the… effect is gone?”
“Because,” he started, and leaned down so he could whisper in her ear, “I’m still incredibly hot for you. I have been before, and I will be forever. I don’t need a pheromone to be crazy about you, Jess.”
She looked at him, trying to give him a smile. But she was sure he could read in her eyes that she still wasn’t entirely convinced.
“My invitation is still valid,” he told her. “I’d love to wake up next to you tomorrow.”
“Yeah, that… sounds great,” she whispered.
Becker sighed. He could see that she still didn’t believe him. Maybe… Without thinking about it, he leaned down to capture her lips with his, in the middle of one of the main corridors of the ARC.
Jess blinked at him almost in shock when he pulled away.
Becker smirked. “See, I don’t mind people knowing about us. It wasn’t just some pheromone. It was me. I want you, Jess, and this isn’t going to change anytime soon.”
“Hey, turtle doves,” Connor called out. “The medics are waiting for you.”She blushed, and at the same time, a radiant smile spread across her face. And suddenly, she didn’t care anymore if it had been the pheromones making them ravish each other in the armoury. Next time, they wouldn’t need them.