Request: Having noticed that two major moments for these two have happened in cars (the stake out and the 'I hate you'/'No, you don't' scenes), I think there needs to be a proper snogging session in the backseat of that SUV.

I'm talking steamed up windows and hands EVERYWHERE. :D

WARNING! This is an M rated ficlet kiddies. Blame seren.. she made me do it! BTW, the title is borrowed from the county song, so no I don't own that either.

Something Women Like About a Pickup Man

Jess wasn't sure what it was about Becker's 4x4 that intrigued her so. Maybe it was the sleek lines of it, all black and chrome and intimidating, not unlike its driver, come to think of it. Or possibly the fact that underneath all that vehicular intimidation, it was actually quite comfy inside, all plush and cuddly, and again, not unlike her favorite soldier. Really, she might as well just admit it: her fascination with the 4x4 was undeniably tied to her fascination with Becker.

Still, even when he wasn't actually in it, she found herself thinking it was rather, well, sexy.

Not that she'd come even close to admitting that. At least not anywhere but to a very few on her online friends. They weren't anyone she knew in person after all; she could stand with a little ridicule as long as she didn't have to actually hear the laughter out loud. And laugh, they did. One American friend in particular had "ZOMGLHAO" and then proceeded to send over a link to a song by someone Jess had never heard of.

After listening, albeit less than enthusiastically, Jess came to the conclusion that she was not a fan of country music in general, but the singer had be right: there was, in fact, something women liked about a "pickup man." At least, Jess certainly did.

She was fairly sure Becker was aware of that. Or, somewhat sure. She thought the fact that she tended to kiss him thoroughly immediately upon getting in the passenger seat on their drive home every night might have given him a clue, but she was beginning to fear that he'd only chalked it up to her having to force herself not to pounce on him during the day while they were attempting to be responsible and work. And while, yes, that was certainly part of her motivation, it was not in fact the only reason.

But she wasn't really sure how to go about mentioning that fact. Jess and Becker hadn't actually been Jess-and-Becker for all that long, no matter what the office gossips seemed to think, and she was still more than a little shy when it came to asking him for anything out of the ordinary.

Oh well, she supposed she'd simply have to continue with the post-workday snogging in the parking garage until he figured it out. It was not exactly a hardship, in any case, and eventually he'd give her a proper opening so that she might start that conversation.

He did so a bit sooner than she'd expected. They'd left the ARC late that night, which sadly was the usual for them, though at least it usually meant there was no one else around by the time they left. She'd pounced on him, per her usual, and had been pulling out all the stops, up to and including nibbling and sucking on the particularly sensitive spot she'd discovered on his throat just beneath the edge of his jaw line, when Becker groaned and cursed in her ear.

"Bloody hell, Jessica. Just wait until I get you home." There it was, she thought – there was the exact opening she'd been waiting for.

She pulled away from him abruptly, and he blinked and stared at her with a rather put-upon look on his face. She ignored the puppy dog eyes, and took a breath to gather her courage.

"Do we have to? Wait 'til you get me home, I mean?" she asked, hesitantly.

"What, here?" His brow furrowed in that way that was usually endearing. She shrugged.

"I don't mind the 4x4," she continued, praying he'd get the bloody hint already. He only blinked again and raised an eyebrow. She huffed; apparently she really would have to spell it out for him. "I'm actually rather… fond of the 4x4."

Jess saw the exact moment when his eyes widened and comprehension finally dawned. She let out a relieved breath and began to grin hopefully. The grin vanished when Becker turned away and deliberately put the 4x4 into gear and backed out of his parking spot. She forced herself not to sink down in her seat in embarrassment; clearly this had not been one of her better ideas. She was looking out the passenger window, determined to look anywhere but toward Becker, when she realized something rather strange.

Was he driving deeper into the garage? What the-

Becker turned down one last ramp to the lowest basement level and then whipped the vehicle into the single smallest parking spot in the entire garage, one that rarely went filled as it was cramped so tightly in between a pair of extremely inconveniently designed support columns that one could not be in anything larger than a Mini Cooper and have even the slightest hope of actually opening the car doors.

Becker's 2IC, Michaels, had occasionally parked his motorcycle there, up until an unfortunate incident with a juvenile Terror Bird who'd decided the bike was its new favorite toy. It had taken some time to figure out exactly what had happened to the battered vehicle as the columns made the parking spot practically impossible to see on the surveillance cameras. Wait, practically impossible to…

"Oh." It was all she had time to say before Becker switched off the engine and reached over to pull her out of her seat and all but toss her over the console and into the backseat. She barely had time to squeak at the abrupt change of venue before he levered himself out of the drivers seat and joined her. Then she didn't have time for anything but a low moan of his name as his hands and mouth went immediately to work, lips latched on to the same spot Jess had been so focused on earlier, and fingers pulling one leg across his lap and then skimming from one sky high heel up her ankle and calf and thigh to find the edge of her skirt, pulling that up too until he reached her knickers. Once there, his fingers didn't just skim: they bloody well gripped and dipped and plunged and flicked and stroked and did every damned thing they possible could to drive her absolutely out of her head.

Considering the onslaught, she was more shocked than really surprised that she came as quickly as she did. Her eyes rolled back and a long helpless moan escaped her as she bucked and quivered under Becker's very skillful ministrations. She managed to open her eyes again to find he'd undone the buttons on her shirt and, in the time it'd taken her to remember how to breathe, he'd busied himself with tugging down her bra and feasting happily on every inch of flesh he'd revealed.

She was perfectly willing to allow him to continue that particular activity, too, though something was just slightly missing. She forced herself to unlatch her fingers from the death grip she'd apparently taken of his hair and reached to fumble with his belt and trousers, her normally clever hands seeming almost clumsy as she 'accidentally' brushed and stroked the bulge beneath the zipper causing him to curse again, this time into her breast.

With that to encourage her, Jess managed to finally pull him free of his trousers, taking the full length of him into her hand for a long firm stroke that had him humming his approval. That done, she fumbled again, this time for the one of his pockets she'd discovered he always kept a condom in. It was a little difficult to reach it and properly unwrap it, what with him distracting her and all with his mouth and muscles and his hands being all busy again, but she managed it eventually and then slipped it on him. Once Jess'd done so, Becker finally abandoned her breasts long enough to pull her across to straddle him. Hands tight on her hips, he lifted her up just enough that she could slide down onto him, and they both groaned aloud as he filled her.

"So bloody tight. God, Jessica…" Then they both began to move, rocking hard and fast and frantic, the 4x4 likely rocking around them as well, not that either were in a position to notice or even care. Their cramped position and the clothes they both still wore caused a delicious friction, and Jess felt a certain guilty thrill at the fact that he'd needed her enough to take her just like this with nary a care for propriety. She'd done that; she, Jess Parker, had wound the oh so stoic and controlled Captain Hilary Becker up so high that he was actually fucking her in the backseat of his 4x4 at midnight in the parking garage.

That delightfully smug thought was quite possibly what managed to send her up and over the edge again, his name and his mouth on her lips as she came. He tumbled after, and in the sweaty, sticky moments after, while they couldn't manage anything but a giddy breathless laugh, Jess decided that they would definitely have to do this again sometime. Sometime soon, preferably.