Becker woke to the sound of movement. He opened his eyes slowly, weary of the early morning light peeking through his bedroom windows. He turned his head, looking beside him. He found the second half of his large bed to be empty. The blankets had been pulled down beside him, exposing the mattress to the morning light. Becker pushed himself upright in bed and looked around. He spotted several articles of last night's clothing still on the floor of his room where he'd tossed them, but nothing more.
Becker drew the blankets form his body and proceeded to dress himself…partially. He walked out of the bedroom wearing only a pair of jeans. He walked through the hall toward the kitchen and living area of his flat. As he drew nearer, he heard a slight shuffling sound coming from the kitchen. He looked around the corner to find Jess cooking. He leaned against the frame, folding his arms in front of his chest and watched Jess.
Her hair hung flat against her back, slightly messy form the night's sleep. She wore one of his large red button up shirts. The unoccupied fabric hung around her small body, nearly reaching her knees. The sleeves were rolled up to her wrists. Her back was toward Becker while she worked. She stood barefoot in front of the stove cooking. Her forehead was slightly creased with concentration while she cooked. She bit her bottom lip and eased the pancake she was balancing on the spatula onto the plate.
Becker took a step toward her, entering the kitchen. He walked up behind her quietly, making no sound at all. Jess remained oblivious to his movements, continuing her cooking. He was merely inches from her. He raised his hands, reaching for her waist.
"Don't even think about." Jess called. She looked over her shoulder.
Becker walked around her, leaning up against the counter. "How did you know?"
Jess gave Becker a look. "Please, three months of you scaring me every morning is enough to make me paranoid. Get out of the kitchen."
Becker smiled. "It's call being prepared."
Jess flipped another pancake over. "Alright, let me shoot you with an EMD for three months. I'm sure it will quicken your reflexes. Out of the kitchen."
Becker rolled his eyes. "An EMD is hardly going to advance reflexes, Jess. What's for breakfast?"
"Blueberry pancakes. Get out of the kitchen." Jess answered.
Becker rolled his eyes and walked round her. "How long are you going to keep up the rule Jess?"
"When you finally let me cook a meal without burning it." Jess answered. "Get out before I hit you."
Becker arched a brow. "You're going to hit me for standing in my kitchen."
Jess looked over his shoulder. "If I burn these, you'll be the one cleaning them off the pan."
Becker sighed and walked out of the kitchen. For the past few weeks, Jess had been very adamant about both of them standing in the kitchen while one of them was cooking. By the end of the night, something had been burned badly. However, the burning was usually when Jess was cooking. He leaned against the counter outside of the kitchen and watched Jess.
"Is this better?" Becker asked.
Jess looked over her shoulder. "Much. Thank you."
"You know, I wouldn't have to do this if you would just pay attention while you're cooking." Becker said.
Jess laughed. "Right. The only reason I can't cook is because someone can't seem to leave me be so I can cook."
"Maybe you're just a under skilled cook?" Becker suggested.
Jess looked over her shoulder. Her mouth agape in surprise. She closed her mouth and turned back around. She turned off the stove quickly and removed the last pancake. Jess turned back around and walked across the kitchen. She swung the spatula and hit Becker right in the arm. "Take it back."
Becker looked from his arm to Jess. "Ow."
"Consider yourself lucky it wasn't an EMD. Take it back." Jess ordered.
"You just hit me with a spatula." Becker stated.
"I serves you right for calling me an under skilled cook, now take it back." Jess replied.
"Apologize for hitting me." Becker said.
Jess shook her head. "Not unless you take back what you said."
Becker held Jess stare. He rose from the counter, towering over her. He took several steps around the counter, watching Jess move away from him. He followed her around the counter, until Jess stood where he had stood moments ago. He leaned across the counter toward her.
"You can't run forever." Becker said.
Jess leaned toward Becker. She swatted him with the spatula again. "Try me."
Becker reached fast, ripping the spatula from Jess grasp. Jess gasped and pulled back from Becker. Becker tossed the spatula into the sink and moved around the counter again. Jess watched him closely, moving away from him. They circled each other around the counter, never growing closer. Becker stopped abruptly and moved the other direction. Jess gasped, sliding to a stop. She turned around quickly, moving as fast as she could from Becker.
Becker finally stopped in the center. Jess stood across from him, smiling slightly. She kept her distance from the counter. He looked at h counter and back to Jess.
"You know this could go on all day." Jess said.
Becker nodded. "Maybe."
Suddenly Becker launched himself over the counter. He landed just inches from Jess. Jess gasped, trying to move from Becker, but Becker was quicker. Becker reached out from dress, grabbing the loose fabric of his shirt. Jess looked back at him, trying to free herself from Becker's grasp. Becker reached out and grabbed the sleeve.
"Give up Jess." Becker said.
"Never." Jess said. She pulled her arm from the sleeve and slipped out of the shirt. She stood several meters from him in only her canary yellow bra and pantie set. She smirked and jogged into the living room.
Becker shook his head, smirking and followed after her. He unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it over his chest. Jess jogged around the sofa, grabbed Becker's oversized black coat. She slipped it over her body, its massive form nearly swallowing her inside it. Becker moved to the sofa. Jess moved away from, ready to continue the game of cat and mouse.
"We're not doing this again, Jessica." Becker said.
"We wouldn't even be doing this if you hadn't insulted my cooking." Jess reminded.
Becker shook his head and leapt over the sofa. This time he gave Jess no time to react. He grabbed his jacket sleeve, ensuring he hand Jess' arm in his grasp. He bent down and lifted Jess over his shoulder. Jess squealed in surprise as she was hoisted into the air.
"Becker put me down." Jess said.
"Apologize for hitting me." Becker said.
"Not until you apologize for insulting my cooking. Jess replied.
"Then we have a problem." Becker said. He walked from the living room back into the kitchen.
Jess tried to free herself form Becker, but his grasp over her waist was too strong for her. "Put me down or so help me, I will hurt you."
"You have no way of doing so Jess." Becker said.
"Oh?" Jess asked. She bit her lip and shoved her elbow right between Becker's shoulder blade.
Becker cried out in surprise. The spasm caused him to drop his shoulder he carried Jess over. Jess slipped off his shoulder and landed on the countertop. Jess set her hands on the counter, ready to hop of quickly and made her escape, but Becker's hands came down on top of hers. He pinned her legs against the counter and leaned close to her. Jess' back pressed against the upper cabinets behind her.
"That's two apologies you owe me, Parker." Becker mumbled.
Jess smiled seductively. "You should've stayed out of the kitchen then."
Becker leaned forward and kissed her. He hands slowly drew from her hands to her thighs. He trailed his fingers up her legs until he felt his jacket. He reached up to Jess' shoulder and pushed the coat from her body. Jess' hands came up to his face, cupping his cheeks. She slowly ran her hands over Becker's shoulder, pushing his shirt off his shoulders. Becker tossed the jacket to the ground and set his hands on Jess' waist, trying to pull her off the counter.
Jess' hands came over his, pushing them off her waist. She pulled out of the kiss, shaking her head. "Not here."
"Why not?" Becker asked, kissing her again.
Jess brought her hand up to his face and pulled back again. "Because this counter happens to be ice cold, your living room has massive windows, and I'm not going to put on a show for your neighbors in the next building." She slipped off the counter and pulled Becker's shirt over her body again.
Becker watched her leave the kitchen. Her hips swayed beneath his shirt as she walked out. He groaned lasciviously and followed her out. He cast a look out his living room window and caught sight of one of the tenants. He made a mental note to install a drape rod on his next day off…if he didn't die of frustration today.
He turned the corner and moved faster. Jess was nearly to the bedroom door. He reached out, grabbing her wrist. He pulled Jess back and pushed her against the wall. He pinned her hands alongside her head and kissed her. Jess moaned against his lips.
Becker pulled from her slowly. His voice was low husky. "Private enough?"
Jess pouted slightly. "Can't I cook breakfast without an issue for one day?"
Becker smiled, pressing his forehead against hers. "At least nothing burned."
"No thanks to you." Jess said.
Becker crouched down quickly and grabbed the back of Jess' legs. He lifted her up abruptly, causing Jess to gasp in surprise. Her arms wrapped around his neck as he lifted her into his arms. "Just consider yourself lucky you made it this far Miss Parker."
"One day Becker, you're going to get a taste of your own medicine." Jess warned.
"I look forward to it." Becker said. He lowered his head and kissed Jess again. He walked down the hall into the bedroom, closing the door behind him with his foot.
okay, this was another fun one. i just love the idea of Becker playing cat and mouse with Jess in the kitchen. And the idea of Jess hitting Becker with a spatula came to me while i was cooking...go figure. what did you htink? more to come.
oh, please ignore grammar errors, i'm just lazy like that.