Title: Valentine, Part One
Author: Pinkcat4569
Rating: Teen/PG: Adult language, situations, and innuendos
Spoilers: None
Description: It's Valentine's Day. Jess has lots of gifts: cards, flowers, and of course, chocolate. Becker discovers, though, someone has given her something else. It's frilly, girly and sexy, and it has Becker going insane. Pre-relationship.
Disclaimer: I don't own Primeval or the characters.
Author's Note: Valentine fluff with some adult situations and language.
Valentine, Part One
Becker walked through the ARC clutching a plain paper bag. He sighed. He hated Valentine's Day. It was an unnecessary, annoying day.
He sighed again.
It was a day that Jess Parker loved. Of course she did. It was just like her: cute, frilly, colorful, and associated with chocolate.
Jess. That girl had him doing strange, uncharacteristic things.
Hence, the reason for the bag. He reached Ops, and walked to Jess' desk. He self-consciously looked around him as he pulled out a large pink heart, accented with lots of ruffles, jewels, and bows.
Becker added it to the collection of Valentines on Jess' desk. There were loads of cards, a few red roses, and of course, lots of chocolate.
Then he saw an open box, red tissue paper half-covering the contents: something shiny and luxurious-looking. He was curious, so he peaked closer.
It was definitely clothing, frilly, soft, and feminine. He looked around Ops. No one around. He picked the garment up, and as he did, it unfolded.
It was a sexy, short negligee.
Becker's eyes bugged out. First, the work place was hardly the place for such a gift. Second, he couldn't help immediately picturing Jess in it. The lace against her skin, the fabric clinging to her curves, the blush of her cheeks as someone pulled the fabric slowly down her body...
"Becker! What are you doing?"
Immediately, Becker's face matched the Valentine red of the negligee.
"What? I...um," he stammered. He was stunned, still as a statue.
And still holding the lingerie.
"I don't think that will fit you," Jess said.
Becker immediately dropped the negligee.
"Uh, sorry," he said, still red as a rose. "I, um, was just curious."
He picked the garment from off the floor, and threw it into the box.
Jess clicked her heels, slowly marching across the floor.
"That wasn't entirely, polite, you know," she said.
"Sorry. I didn't...I had no idea that it was so...intimate."
Jess frowned, folding the negligee back up. This time she carefully covered it with the tissue paper and closed the box up.
"It is pretty intimate, wouldn't you agree?" he asked.
Jess was slightly red herself. She wasn't looking him in the eyes. "I suppose."
"Abby should know better."
"What?"
"I mean, there's nothing really wrong with it," he said. He smirked. "Nothing at all, in fact."
Jess slightly smiled.
"It's just not something she should have given you at work."
Jess sighed. "It's not from Abby."
"Emily?"
Jess closed her eyes and sighed deeper. "It's not a big deal, Becker. I'm going to talk to him about it."
"Him?"
Jess finally looked at him. He was red, but now it was from anger.
"I realize it's not appropriate," said Jess. "I barely know him, and yes, he definitely should not have given it to me here."
"Who?"
"I'm not telling you."
"What?"
"It's none of your business."
He felt slapped. They were friends. They were close.
"It's a security issue," he finally said.
She laughed. "Seriously?"
"What kind of a man gives a woman who's not his girlfriend or wife something that...personal?" he asked.
"A bold one?"
"A dangerous one," he corrected.
She rolled her eyes. "It was inappropriate, and maybe a little brash, but not dangerous."
He scowled. "It might be more than that. It's a message. He wants to be more than casual friends," he said.
She sighed. "Obviously."
He was angry, furious actually, but now he was scared. "Do you? Want to be more than friends?"
She looked at him.
"I mean, with him, this guy."
"No," Jess answered, "and again, it's not really you're business."
He flinched.
She saw it, and laid her hand gently on his arm. "I know you're just trying to protect me. I appreciate it." She smiled a bright, dazzling smile, brighter than the negligee.
He smiled back. "I am. I'm concerned. Some guys have...boundary issues."
"I know, believe me. I'm hoping that isn't the case here. Please, let me handle it?"
He looked into those blue eyes. He couldn't resist her. "Alright, but if he makes another bold move.."
"I'll ask you for help."
"Promise?"
"Yes, I promise."
"Do one more thing for me?" he asked.
"What?"
"Don't tell him privately. Don't meet him alone."
"Becker, you don't even know who it is."
"I don't care. Your safety is more important than giving him the benefit of the doubt."
She sighed, and looked at the present. "It is kind of audacious, isn't it?"
"I'd never send something like that to a casual acquaintance," said Becker. "Or is he more?"
"I told you, I barely know him."
"You've never even been on one date?"
"No. I don't date with this job. Unfortunately," she said.
Becker couldn't help it. He smiled with pure joy. The fact that she didn't date made him very happy.
"That's a shame," he said.
She nodded.
"No plans for tonight?" he asked.
"Other than attacking a ginormous heart-shape tin of chocolate alone? No."
Becker smiled bigger. "I don't even have that planned."
She laughed. She was staring at the collection of gifts, when she saw the pink heart box.
"This one's new," she said, and she picked it up, reading a small tag. "Aw, Becker! Thank you!"
He smiled. "Not getting you chocolate on Valentine's Day would just be wrong," he said.
She smiled. "Thank you very much. It was very sweet," she said, kissing his cheek. "Ooh! My very favorite kind too!"
He smiled. They leaned up against the ADD, side by side.
Becker looked at the box holding the lingerie. A few minutes ago, he thought she was someone's Valentine, maybe more. He'd cursed his inaction, thinking he'd been too late. Now, he had a chance. Was he bold enough to take it?
"Jess?"
"Hmm?"
"Would...ahem...would you like to spend Valentine's Day, uh, evening...with me?"
She looked at him. She stared a few seconds, then smiled. "That would be lovely."
He smiled back. "We'll go some place nice, OK?"
She beamed. "I have a whole closet of fancy red dresses I'm itching to wear."
He laughed. "Well, pick one."
She leaned up and kissed his cheek. "If the ADD goes off tonight, I'll smash it to pieces, I swear."
He laughed. "Don't do that. I have a feeling it will be quiet."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. We're owed a nice time."
"We are," she said. "Thank you, Becker. You just made my Valentine's Day."
"Yeah? You made mine."
"I didn't do anything."
"Yeah, Jess, you did. You said, yes."
She giggled. To Becker, it was a prettier sound than even a songbird singing.
"Do you mind picking me up at my place?"
He shook his head.
"Great." She gathered her valentines, scooping them into a bag. "I'll ask the gift giver to join me in the break room. I'll have Abby hang around outside, in case I need her, OK? That's when I'll tell him that I can't accept it, and I'll give it back to him."
He nodded.
"Um...I could tell him that I can't accept it because I'm seeing someone. It's isn't a fib. I'm seeing you, tonight, I mean. I know it isn't really a date," she said, looking to the floor.
He smiled. She was adorable. "I thought it was," he said gently.
She looked up and smiled. She skipped up, and gently placed a light kiss on his lips.
"It's a date," she whispered.
"Yes," he whispered back. He slipped an arm around her waist, and bent down, placing a slightly firmer kiss to her lips.
She threw her arms around him, and pushed into the kiss. They each moved into it, kissing more eagerly and with passion. Finally, they pulled their lips away, and Jess rested her head against his chest.
"Wow," she whispered.
He laughed. "Yeah."
She giggled. "I think this will definitely be a Valentine's Day to remember."
"Oh, that can be arranged."
She giggled.
"Ahem."
They turned. Emily stood there, smiling.
"Hello," she said.
They smiled. To Jess surprise and pleasure, Becker did not pull away. They were still in an embrace, her head snuggling into his chest.
"You both seem quite happy," Emily said.
They nodded.
"I am pleased for you. However, there is a young man who is quite upset. He did not realize that Jess was taken, as he put it."
"Where is he?" asked Jess.
Emily smiled. "I'm afraid that he saw the too of you and he is...hiding.
Jess shook her head. "Oh, no. Please tell him not to be embarrassed, that there is no harm done and I am flattered. Would you mind giving this back to him? Tell him it was lovely, but I can't accept it."
"Maybe tell him a card or chocolate bar would have been more appropriate," suggested Becker.
Emily wrinkled her brow. "Why? What was the gift, if I may ask?"
Jess blushed. "A nightgown."
"Short and sexy," said Becker.
Emily's eyes widened. "I will indeed give him the messages, and attempt to educate him on appropriate gift giving ideas," said Emily.
Jess handed her the box.
"Thank you, Emily."
"Captain, the young man asked me to pay his respects to you. He also politely requests that you do not injure, maim, or kill him," she said with a smile.
Jess stifled a laugh.
"As long as he maintains a respectful relationship with Miss Parker, he'll have no problems with me."
Emily nodded. "Have a pleasant day," she said to them.
"You too, Em," said Jess. "Happy Valentine's Day."
"You as well, Jess." She left with the gift.
"Well, that takes care of that problem," said Becker happily.
Jess nodded. "Still, it was a very nice negligee."
Becker raised his eyebrow.
"It's fashion! I wasn't going to keep it, you know."
Becker smiled. "Well, maybe you'll end up getting an even nicer one. Later."
Jess eyes grew wide, her face turned the shade of cupid's arrow. "Becker!"
He smirked and laughed. "I'm just saying...We'll see."
She elbowed him in the stomach. "It would have to be some incredible date."
"I plan on it."
"Even then, I doubt I'd model it for you. Not on the first date."
"How about on the third or fourth?"
She smiled flirtatiously. "Maybe."
"How do you feel about getting a late Valentine's present?"
"Of the intimate variety?"
"Maybe," he said, flirting back.
"Maybe," she answered with a smile. "We'll see."
He smiled back. "Yeah. I should get out of here. I am supposed to be working."
She laughed. "Me too."
"I'll see you later, then," he said. She nodded.
He walked a few steps. "Jess?"
"Yeah?"
"I knew you weren't a first date 'lingerie model.' You know that I was joking, right?"
"Right," she said, walking closer.
"Good."
She put her arms around his waist. "Happy Valentine's Day," she said, leaning up.
He smiled, and bent down. They kissed, long and sweet.
"So, am I your valentine?" she asked.
He laughed. "Yeah, you are."
She giggled. "Yay!" she exclaimed, giving a little clap.
He laughed, shaking his head.
"Happy Valentine's Day, Jess."
End of Part One