Title: Hot Chocolate

Author: Pinkcat4569

Rating: T for innuendos

Spoilers: No

Description: No heat in the ARC and Jess wants to warm up.

Disclaimer: I don't own Primeval or the characters

547 Words, pre-relationship

Hot Chocolate

Becker strolled into the ADD. It was chilly, no, it was cold.

"Where's the heat?" he asked.

"W-Working on i-it," said Jess, through chattering teeth. "R-r-repairman is h-here now."

"That's good," he said, smiling. "You look adorable."

"Bite me," she said.

She was bundled up in her light blue winter coat, pink mittens with a kitten face on each one, earmuffs resembling blue puppy dogs, and a blanket over her legs and feet. The blanket was gray, obviously not belonging to Jess.

"Aren't we frosty," he said with a chuckled. "Careful, or I won't give you your chocolate."

"Unless it's hot chocolate, I don't really care. And if it is, pour it all over me."

Becker stood, shocked, and blushing. Jess was apparently too cold for the double meaning of her sentence to soak into her brain.

"What is taking s-s-so long?" asked Jess. "I want some heat!" She looked at Becker. "Becker, think of a way for us to get warm. Why is your face red? Are you hot? How are you hot? I want to be hot."

Becker blushed like crazy. "No, I'm...fine. Thanks."

"Oh, I'm so cold! I'd be fine if I could just get warm! Becker, get me warm. Make some heat."

Becker stood still, unsure how to respond. "I, uh, need to find something to do, somewhere. Bye. Uh, jog in place or think warm, thoughts."

"Does that work for you?" She asked.

"Right now, yes. Definitely."

Not quite an hour later, Becker strolled back into Ops, but this time it was nice and warm.

"Hey, Jess," he said. "Oh, there they are. I was wondering where they went."

"What?"

"One pair of awesome, scantily-clad legs. I missed them before, when you were wrapped up like a Christmas present."

She smiled. "I was so cold."

"Feel better?"

"Much, thank you."

"I guess you won't be needing this then."

"What?"

"Hot chocolate."

"Oh, no. It would be lovely, thank you."

He walked over to hand it to her. "Do you want to drink it or shall I just pour it all over you?"

She blushed bright red. "Excuse me? What did you say? I ...oh, I said something like that, earlier didn't I?"

He laughed. "Something like it, exactly, word for word. Plus some other things."

She grimaced. "I'm not responsible for those words. I was incredibly cold, and having a brain freeze."

"A major brain freeze" said Becker. "Here," and he handed her the cup. "It might be pretty hot, actually. You better just drink it."

"It's delicious, and nice and warm. Thank you."

"You're welcome. Now I just need to get that image out of my mind."

"What image?" she asked, daintily sipping.

Becker smirked, squatted next to her, and whispered, "You, with hot chocolate dripping all over your body,."

Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open. "Becker! That could be sexual harassment! I suggest that you do get that image out of your mind."

"OK," he said. He stood up. "I didn't mean anything. I was just teasing."

He began to walk away.

"Becker." He turned. "I know you weren't harassing me, and that image? Take take your time." She smiled.

He chuckled. "Good, cause its going to take a while."

"Good," she said.

The End