For some reason this chapter decided to be written completely in Becker's POV. Not sure why, but it just felt right. Anyway, one quick note, there are most likely only two more chapters after this one. But if I get enough requests at the end of the final chapter I may be persuaded to add a third. Enjoy!
Becker's POV
The only thing going through Becker's mind at the moment was how lucky the medical staff was that he didn't have a gun. He'd been poked, prodded and tested until he wanted to shoot someone. One of the medics came in just as he was about to try and make a run for it. She glared at him when she saw him sitting on the edge of the bed.
"I've treated enough soldiers in my short career Captain. I know all the tricks." She said shaking her finger at him. Becker suddenly felt like a child being scolded by a parent. It was not a feeling he liked. He was about to make that fact known when Howell walked in, his usual smile plastered on his face. He turned that blinding smile on the medic who turned white.
"Hello Kate," Howell said charmingly. Becker was a little surprised when the medic turned red.
"My name is Katie," she bit out through clenched teeth. She stormed out the door, giving the sergeant a wide berth as she passed him. Becker gave the sergeant a minute to stare after the girl before he whistled to get his attention.
"Where's Jess," he asked when Howell's head had snapped around. He'd actually looked like he'd forgotten Becker was even there. Howell pointed in the direction the girl he just left.
"Talking to the doctor," he said, "I think she's trying to spring you."
Becker figured now was as good a time as any to ask Howell about his fictitious sister.
"So how does an only child from Scotland suddenly have a sister?" Becker asked him crossing his arms. He covered a wince as his ribs fervently protested the movement. Howell wasn't as successful at hiding his flinch. He rubbed the back of his head uncomfortably.
"Yeah, in hindsight that probably wasn't the best plan," He said.
"Than why do it?" Becker said doing his best to look intimidating, which was not easy to do when you were confined to a hospital bed by a sadistic medic.
"The person who actually overheard Connor and Abby talking asked me to look out for Jess, but she didn't want Jess to know it was her. I figured if Jess thought she reminded me of a sister she'd see me as less of a threat," he said not taking his eyes off the floor. Becker wasn't sure what to say, and was spared from trying to figure out what to say next when the door opened and Jess entered.
Becker nearly swallowed his tongue when he saw what she was wearing. The man's white button down, which he thankfully recognized as his own, hit her just below the hem of her mini skirt. At least he hoped she was still wearing her skirt, he didn't want to imagine her not wearing anything under his shirt while he couldn't do anything about it.
She'd rolled the sleeves up to her elbows giving her the freedom to move and used a silver belt to cinch the shirt in at her tiny waist. The top few buttons were undone giving everyone a lovely view. She looked amazing and Becker couldn't take his eyes from her, but the part of Jess' outfit that caught his eye the most were the sinfully red satin stilettos on her dainty feet. The heels were a height usually reserved for strippers, but Jess managed to make them look classy and sexy as hell. If he didn't have a foot fetish before, those shoes might just give him one. The only thing that marred her appearance was the large blood stain on her shoulder. Becker assumed it was his blood since it didn't look like she was hurt.
"You can close your mouth now sir," Howell whispered to him while Jess was talking to the medic, who Howell had called Kate. Becker snapped his mouth shut and glared at his soldier, who was wisely trying to hide his grin.
"I'm going to shoot you," he told Howell. A yelp of surprise had both men snapping their heads around at a speed that put them at risk for whiplash.
The sound had come from the sadistic medic who Jess had suddenly pulled into a tight hug. The Kate looked surprised, and even a little nervous, but carefully returned the hug. As soon as Jess released her from the hug, Kate was out the door in a flash. Jess watched her leave for a second, a frown creasing her lovely face, before she shrugged and made her way towards the bed. Becker saw that Howell was looking rather concerned, his eyes glued to the door where Kate had just disappeared.
"You okay Howell," he asked. Howell blinked, the spell broken. Becker could see that Jess was looking at Howell in concern as well.
"What? Yeah, I'm um… just going to go now," he mumbled as he walked quickly towards the door. Becker shook his head, wondering just how many of his men were actually crazy.
"How are you feeling?" Becker felt Jess' hand brush gently against his arm and he reached over to grab her hand. He placed a kiss to her palm and was rewarded with a shiver.
"The doctors said you have to take at least three weeks of medical leave," she said. Becker sighed and dropped his head back against the pillows.
"That's what I was afraid of," he said forlornly. He saw Jess duck quickly to hide a smile. It was a well known fact at the ARC just how much the Head of Security hated medical leave.
"They also said you have to have someone with you at all times for the first week, just in case," she let out a exaggerated sigh, "I guess I'm stuck with that job." Becker tried not to smile at the playful look she sent him, but failed. Her good mood was infectious.
"Come on. Let's get out of here," Jess laughed tugging lightly on his hand. He nearly jumped out of the bed in his eagerness to get out of there, which only made Jess laugh.
The ride back to his flat cemented two things for Becker. He was absolutely in love with Jessica Parker, and he was never letting her drive again. Becker peeled his death grip off the door handle when they finally came to a stop in front of his building.
"You face deadly creatures on a daily basis, but you can't take a fifteen minute drive to you own flat?" Jess said smirking at him.
"Jess, you nearly hit three cars." He said. His hand hadn't left the door handle after the first near miss.
"But I didn't," she said. Becker muttered under his breath about crazy girlfriends dragging a giggling Jess behind him towards the flat. He unlocked the door to his flat and ushered Jess through, following close behind.
He'd barely locked the door before Jess through her arms around him and Kissed him eagerly. Becker was taken aback by her sudden enthusiasm, but took advantage of it all the same, quickly taking over the kiss and burying his fingers in her hair. When they finally broke for air, Becker pulled back and raised an eyebrow.
"Not that I'm complaining," he said, "but what brought this on?" Jess giggled and pulled him down by his shirt to kiss him again, this time her lips just brushing against his. She pulled away before Becker could take control, which resulted in the SAS captain sulking a little.
"It's really over," she said burying her face into his shirt. He was thankful that she seemed to be avoiding the ribs that had cracked during the fight. Becker nodded and placed a gentle kiss on the top of her head.
"He can't hurt anyone anymore," he whispered against her hair, relieved that what he was saying was true.
"We're finally safe," she said, almost like she was trying to reassure herself. Becker's mind instantly went to Ethan, who had been surprisingly missing during the last few weeks.
"We do still have Ethan to worry about," he said without thinking. He winced and mentally cursed himself as soon as the words left his mouth. Jess sighed against his chest and looked up at him without taking her arms from around his neck.
"You really know how to spoil the mood don't you," she said with a sparkle in her eye. She unwrapped herself from his embrace and walked into the bedroom. Becker knew she was teasing him, but he felt bad all the same and hurried after her.
"I'm sorry Jess," he said entering the room just as Jess was taking her hair out of the clip. Jess turned around and walked over to him running her hands slowly up and down his chest.
"I know it's your job to worry, but can we put off anything having to do with Ethan? At least for a little while?" she asked. Becker was having a hard time concentrating with Jess' hand rubbing soft circles on his chest.
"Who's Ethan?" he said knowing it was what she wanted to hear. "Good answer," she said as smiled at him. His pulse jumped in response. He kissed her lightly, not able to resist any more. Jess looked into his eyes when they separated.
"Let's celebrate," she said with a gleam in her eyes.
Before he realized what was happening, Jess had succeeded in pushing the button down shirt from his shoulders and pushed him down on the bed. He wasn't sure when she'd undone the buttons, but he really didn't care at the moment. Becker frowned when she backed away from the bed and started to follow, only to stifle a moan when she looked at him from under the fringe of her bangs, her fingers moving to the buttons of her own shirt. Becker was helpless to do anything but watch as Jess slowly began opening her shirt button by button, slowly exposing a navy blue lace bra that left nothing to the imagination. The white shirt soon joined his on the floor and Jess reached for the zipper of her skirt.
"Jess," Becker growled reaching for her. She danced out of his reach, his fingertips just brushing the exposed skin of her waist. Jess slid the zipper down slowly and let it slip to the floor so she was standing in nothing but her bra, panties and black stilettos. Becker's jaw dropped as his usually adorable girlfriend actually strutted towards him in a way that would make catwalk models jealous. She pushed him flat on his back with her hands on his shoulders and climbed on top of his lap, settling herself firmly over his erection.
He tried to sit up, wanting to kiss her senseless in an effort to level the playing field, but winced when the movement caused a flash of pain to rush through his side. Jess put a finger in the middle of his chest and pushed back until he was lying flat on the bed.
"Stop it, or I will tie you to the bed," Jess scolded. Becker was shocked at her words, and damn if he didn't get harder at the image. She squirmed on his lap, making him groan and forget any rational thoughts. His hands automatically went to her hips, though he wasn't sure if he was trying to still her movements or encourage them.
"Shit Jess," he growled when she rocked her hips harder against him. He felt her hands drift down from his shoulders to rest on his bare chest.
"Don't you like it," she asked coyly as she repeated the movement, making Becker's eyes roll back in his head.
"Oh god," Jess leaned down to catch the groan with her lips. She moved her hips again and Becker's instinctively jerked seeking more contact. Jess left his lips to drag down his jaw and pepper soft kisses down his neck. He sucked in a breath when she found a particularly sensitive spot below his ear and his hand bit deeper into the skin of her hips. He felt her breathy laugh on his neck before her teeth nipped at the spot, making white spots of pleasure dance in front of his eyes. He groaned at the feeling and gave up trying to take control. His hands pulled at her hips encouraging her to rock her hips against him. A move she quickly responded to, setting a maddeningly slow pace that nearly had Becker begging her to go faster. He lifter her off him long enough to undo his black uniform pants and slide them down. When she settled back onto him Becker groaned when he realized how wet she was already. He reached between them to rub her through the thin material of her panties. He was rewarded with a gasp of surprise and a jerk of her hips. She started rocking faster, matching the speed of Becker's fingers.
"Becker," Jess whimpered and Becker knew she was close. He pushed her panties to the side and slid into her. Jess moaned and gripped harder onto his shoulders, digging her nails into the skin. Becker set the pace, using his hands on her hips to push her to a faster pace that had them both struggling for breath in seconds. Becker let go of her hips and trailed his hands up her sides until her reached the cups of her bra. He slid them down, exposing the peaked nipples to his hungry gaze. He toyed with the between his fingers, pinching softly and rubbing them, until he could tell from her cries that the slightest touch sent pleasure rushing through her. A few seconds later Becker felt her inner walls clench around him as pleasure overtook her.
"Oh God Becker!" she cried jerking against him a few times. The pulsing of her hot muscles proved too much for him and he came groaning her name. Despite the fact the neither of them could breathe properly, Becker slid a hand into her sweat soaked hair and pulled her down for a kiss. Her breasts rubbed against the sweat covered skin of his chest making them both groan. She broke the kiss and rested her forehead against his for a moment before sliding off his uninjured side, collapsing on the soft mattress. Becker turned to her and looked directly into her eyes.
"I love you Jess."