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 prompt “If Becker thought he was turned on when Jess shot that future beetle, just wait until she fixes his car. Food for thought:Makeout session. In said car. Once Jess fixes it. Just putting that out there xD” by honestlysweet.
Warnings: not beta-read
Author notes: I couldn’t resist. This prompt was just too good not to be filled.
Sighing, Becker rummaged the tool box. He knew he should have called his car mechanic when his car had packed up. But Jess had immediately announced she was ‘able to fix this’.
He knew he was a sexist, but it was his truck they were talking about! And Jess was a woman – a pretty girlish woman you wouldn’t expect to be interested in cars beyond seeing them as a fast way to get from A to B.
Becker had underestimated her before, though. Much to his surprise, she was a pretty good – and damn sexy looking – shot, even in her delirium after the beetle bite.
But fixing a car…
“Would you finally hand me the ¾ inch crow’s-foot?” her voice interrupted his thoughts.
Becker rummaged the tool box again, finally finding the requested spanner. He looked up – and his mouth immediately went dry.
She was bent over the bonnet, her short skirt revealing too much of her perfect legs; and he felt a sudden fire starting in the pit of his stomach. God, she looked like she’d arisen from a pin-up-girls calendar.
Jess turned to look at him, shaking some hair out of her face, and Becker swallowed hard. She was doing this on purpose. She had to be.
Damn, they were supposed to be at his place right now. He’d planned the whole evening well. First the dinner, then a movie on his couch with a lot of cuddling and then… he’d have seduced her by every trick in the book.
And now they were stuck here and she was driving him insane in the middle of nowhere with not a… Becker looked around. There was not a soul out here to see them.
Grinning, he got up and slowly walked over to her. Handing her the spanner over her shoulder, he made sure to let his legs brush against hers. He smiled when she drew in a shaky breath.
Leaning further down, Becker whispered into her ear, “So, uber-mechanic, are you still convinced you’re able to fix this?”
She shivered, but tried her best to hide the effect Becker’s physical closeness had on her.
“Sure,” she told him, in her best working-mode voice.
“Well, I hope it won’t take you too long,” he whispered, letting one hand brush up her thigh. “Because I have different plans for tonight.”
“Becker,” she almost shrieked. “Could you… stop that?”
“Why?” he murmured into the crook of her neck before kissing that special spot. He knew this drove her crazy.
Her eyes fluttered shut and she had to brace her arms on the car body for support. “Because… you’re… distracting me,” she panted.
He couldn’t help but smirk. “Good,” he mumbled. “I’m in the mood for some… distraction.”
“Yeah, but I’m not,” she tried to argue. Breaking free from him was impossible, she was pinned between the car and his body. “I’d really like to fix this so we can get… Oh…”
Becker smirked. He so knew how to seduce her. Within the two months they’d been dating, he had made sure to discover all of her most sensitive spots. He knew there were times – times like those – where he could need some strategic advantage.
“So… not fair,” she mumbled as his hands slid beneath her shirt.
Grinning against her skin, Becker let his fingertips move over her abdomen, knowing just too well what this did to her.
“We can’t,” she gasped. “Not here…”
“Back or front?” he mumbled into her neck.
“I’m not… going to do this,” she told him, her voice barely loud enough to sound resisting. “Not… here…”
Chuckling, Becker let his hand move further up her stomach while he let his teeth softly nibble sensitive skin. “That’s your last word?” he asked, knowing just too well that he could make her do anything when he teased her like that.
Jess turned in his embrace to finally capture his lips with hers. God, it was so unfair how this man turned her on in no time at all, making all rational thought vanish from her brain. She wondered if she had the same effect on him.
When he pulled her against his body, she grinned. Yeah, she definitely had the same effect on him. She couldn’t help being a little proud that she could make him that hot.
Not able to wait any longer, Becker lifted her up, struggled to open the door and almost through her onto the backseat, making her shriek a little and then giggle.
He grumbled. She knew he hated it when she giggled in a situation like this. This was the moment to moan, or sigh, or cry out, or scream his name, or all of the above – but not to giggle.
Climbing into the car himself, he hurried to close the door before starting to draw every sound she was supposed to make right now from her lips.
Jess shrieked, and then sighed. She’d never thought he could talk her into having sex in his car in the middle of the city. Okay, a pretty secluded part of the city, but still… At least the windows of his truck were tinted so that it wouldn’t be so easy for cars passing by to see them – but still the rocking would be pretty telling.
Oh, hell, who cared?!