Title: Hidden in Plain Sight, Chapter Ten

Author: Pinkcat4569

Spoilers: None

Ratings: G

Description: Becker and Jess are in love. It's obvious to everyone but two very important people: Becker and Jess. Valentine theme.

Disclaimer: I don't own Primeval or the characters.

Notes: Stemming from the Hidden in Plain Sight drabble I wrote for Primeval 100 challenge 249: Hidden in Plain Sight. I've gotten lots of requests for a sequel.

Beware: It's getting very fluffy now.

Chapter Ten, Dinner

They drove to dinner.

"Where are we?" she asked. "Isn't this?"

"My place," he said. "Don't freak out. It doesn't have any hidden meanings or agenda. I just thought we could have dinner here."

"You're going to cook?"

"I thought we could make it together."

Jess looked at him. "Becker that is incredibly..."

Becker winced, and asked, "Cheap? Pathetic? Insensitive?"

"No. Intimate. Brave. Sharing."

He smiled. "It's OK?"

"Yes!" She leaned across the seat and kissed him. "It's OK."

He smiled.

As they entered his flat, she asked, "So, what are we making?"

"Well, after that heavy lunch, I thought we ought to keep it light and simple."

"Wise. As long as it ends with chocolate," she said.

He laughed. "Obviously."

She beamed. "Let's cook."

"Right," he said. "OK, uh, let's start with the appetizer."

"Oh, that's not you?" she asked, with a wink.

"Jessica!"

She giggled hysterically. "You should have seen you're face! Sorry, I was kidding, mostly. For now."

His cheeks were pink, but he smiled. "Good, for now," he said. Winking back.

She laughed. "So...food?" she asked.

"Right. I was thinking a prawn cocktail."

"Ooh!"

He smiled. "I'll make the sauce, you shred the lettuce."

"Deal. Don't forget to cook the prawns, you know."

"I bought them cooked. I wanted the extra time to spend with you."

She smiled. "You're too sweet."

He laughed. They made the appetizer in a few minutes. Becker put it in the refrigerator while they worked on the entree.

Becker heated olive oil in his indoor grill, while Jess whisked a rosemary, sage dressing together. They dipped the chicken in the dressing, then grilled the pieces.

"Yummy," she said.

He smiled. "It's fun cooking with you."

"Good, get used to it," she said. She leaned up and kissed him.

"Watch it! I'll burn the chicken," he said.

Jess giggled. "Don't do that. Anything else I can do?"

"In the fridge, there's ingredients for a simple salad."

She skipped over, humming. "Lets see: mixed salad greens, avocado and red onion slices, and bottled vinaigrette. Is that it?"

"That's it."

Jess smiled. She took the ingredients in her arms, and dumped them into a bowl Becker got for her. "I think I love you," she sang while she tossed the salad.

Becker laughed, shaking his head. He watched as she shook her hips as she sang and mixed. "Nice song," he said, with a smirk.

"I can't get it out my head," she said. She smiled at him. "Don't know why."

He smiled. "I'm done here," he said, putting the chicken on a platter.

"How nice, because, so am I," she said happily.

He laughed again, and moved over to take her quickly into his arms. They kissed.

"I'll put these on the table," he said, taking the chicken and the salad.

"I'll get the plates and silverware. Um, where?" He pointed to a cupboard, and she smiled.

He took the appetizer and light sparkling wine from the refrigerator.

She finished setting the table, as Becker pulled her chair out.

"Mademoiselle," he said.

She smiled. "Thank you," she said. He sat beside her.

"This is nice, Becker. It's homey, like..."

"I'm inviting you into my life and home?"

She stared at him, a lump catching in her throat. She nodded.

"I am, Jess."

She smiled. "I'm sorry. I have to cry now."

He laughed, and reached over to kiss her.

"I think I love you," he said suddenly.

"Are you...singing?" she asked, hesitantly. Her pulse quickened and she felt warm.

"No."

Her eyes widened. She covered her mouth, and stifled a squeal.

He laughed more. "Even when you're doing that..."

She hugged the breath out of him. "I love you! I know I do," she said. Then she pulled back, and looked in his eyes. "I love you," she whispered.

He smiled, and they kissed, slowly and tenderly. "I love you," he whispered.

She squealed. "Sorry."

He laughed. "Our dinner is probably cold."

"Probably," she said, "but it's still going to be the best dinner I've ever had."

"Me too, Jess."

End of Chapter Ten