Lazy days were rare and hard to come by. Yet for some reason, whenever one came along, Jess Parker always managed to find herself reviewing paperwork for the following day. So it was no real surprise when Jess found herself lounging on her sofa reading reports. She's propped her bare feet up on her coffee table while she lounged on her sofa. On a positive note though, Jess hadn't felt the need to change from her pajamas. She wore her dark purple binary shirt. One the back in black, binary code imprinted angel wings. Her hot pink shorts reached halfway down her thighs. Jess sighed heavily. She'd been reading so many of these reports, she was starting to see anomaly's rather than words on the paper.

A cold breeze blew across Jess foot. Jess gasped, pulling her feet from the cold. She looked up over her report. Becker was sitting across the table from Jess, sitting on the floor beside her feet. Becker was looking up at her in surprise. Jess exhaled deeply and lowered the report over her chest.

"God that scared me." Jess said.

Becker smirked. "Jumpy?"

Jess drew her feet off the table. "Well it was just weird. I mean, my heaters running, so a sudden cold breeze on my feet is a little surprising."

Becker shook his head and rose from the table. "I'm going into the kitchen, would you like anything?"

"No thank you." Jess answered with a smile. She caught Becker's smile as he walked away. One thing that she always enjoyed was the rare moments together. Their relationship-if that's what it was- was hidden from everyone. Even if missions were frequent, Jess could always depend of seeing Becker for at least a few minutes at the end of the day. And days off together were extremely rare, so today was especially special.

Jess lifted her report and kept reading. As she lowered her eyes, something caught her eyes. Jess looked up from her report…at her toes. Her nails had been painted a bright shade of pink, cotton candy pink. In the corners of her big toes, small rhinestones had been places on the paint. Jess leaned forward, taking a better look at her feet. She couldn't remember ever getting pedicure lately, not with all the missions. But she certainly hadn't done them herself. She'd been reading her reports. Jess arched one of her brows and glanced over her shoulder. She found Becker in the kitchen where he'd said he'd be. His back was to her as he moved around.

He wouldn't. Not Becker. Not Captain-in-arms-as manly- as-they-come Becker. He wouldn't go anywhere near Jess makeup or clothes. There was absolutely no possible way He'd go anywhere near her nail art kit. Jess turned her head back to the table. It was covered in both of their reports. Still, Jess couldn't get the idea out of her head. She slipped off the sofa and looked under the coffee table. Her small bright orange nail art box was hidden beneath the table. Jess pulled it out and looked back in Becker's direction.

Jess rose from the ground, she pushed the box back under the table with her foot, and truned toward the kitchen. She walked from the living room to the kitchen. She walked around the counter, into the center of the kitchen and hopped up on top of it. Becker's back was still to her, but she was certain he knew she was behind him. He moved calmly throughout her kitchen, knowing where everyone was. Jess watched him carefully and smiled to herself.

"Did you need something, Jess?" Becker asked.

"I was just wondering what you're favorite color is." Jess answered.

"Any particular reason?" Becker asked.

"I was thinking of painting my nails again." Jess answered. "I mean, it's been a while since I've had them done and since I'm at a computer all day I might as well have them done otherwise I'll just be looking at plain fingernails all day. And that's no fun, right?"

"I really wouldn't know, Jess.' Becker replied. "But what does my favorite color have to do with your nails?"

"I was just curious to see if your color fits in with my polish colors." Jess explained. She glanced up at him, but Becker was still facing away from her. Still pressing the issue, Jess tried again. "I mean, do you even have a favorite color besides black?"

"If you must know, Jessica, I'm rather partner towards green." Becker answered.

Jess arched a brow. Green. For some reason, that wasn't quite what Jess had imagined as his favorite color. "Any specific shade? Lime, emerald, verdant?"

"Hunter." Becker answered.

Jess nodded. "That's a good color." She slipped off the counter. "I'm going to grab my polish kit and start on those."

Becker turned around quickly. Quicker than he should have, but Jess wasn't going to let him know she was on to him. "You're going to do your nails in the middle of reports?"

Jess shrugged. "You eat for a break, I paint my nails."

Becker arched a brow. Jess smiled and walked out of the kitchen, out of his sight. She waited in the hall, listening for him to make his move. She'd left her kit in the washroom, like she left her makeup. But it wasn't in there. She knew that just as Becker did. And that was where she had him. Jess peeked her head around the corner Becker was out of the kitchen and back in the living room. She bit her lip and walked into the open. She tiptoed across the kitchen to the living room, where Becker was. His back was to her, oblivious to her approach as he retrieved her kit. Jess carefully leaved over the back of her sofa and brought her lips right behind his left ear.

"Caught you." She whispered.

Becker sighed in defeat and looked over his shoulder. "Clever Parker."

Jess leaned her elbows on the back of her sofa. "Not as clever as you Captain. Painting my nails while I was reading?"

"You were a bit distracted." Becker explained.

"So why did you blow on my toes?" Jess asked.

Becker smirked. "That was just for laughs."

Jess pushed her lips out slightly, pouting. "That very mean."

"I happen to be a very mean person." Becker replied.

Jess suddenly felt a strong grasp on her wrist. She had but seconds before he found herself lying on her back looking up at Becker. Becker looked down at her. His arms pinned Jess onto her sofa. Her feet still hung on the back of her sofa. Jess could resist the smirk that crept up on her lips. Becker looked down at her, smirking with her.

"You're easily distracted Miss Parker." Becker said.

Jess shrugged as best as she could with her arms pinned against her sofa. "What can I say? Reports and boyfriends are very easy to get distracted by."

Becker smiled and pressed his lips to hers.

no i have no idea wher ethis promt came from...but it's pretty funny just to think about it :)