A/N: Lots of flirting, quite a few innuendos. Jecker est.
4. Candy Canes
"What are you wearing?" was Becker's first question. Jess rolled her eyes, as she turned around to face him.
"I'm a candy cane!" she said brightly. And she was. Sort of. She wore a white and red striped dress over a thick red polar neck, with white tights travelling into her fluff-lined red boots.
"Of course you are," he replied dryly. "You realise there's another 21 days until Christmas right?"
Jess rolled her eyes again. "Yes. That doesn't mean I can't celebrate now."
"On the contrary," Becker replied smoothly. "You're not supposed to start until 12 days before. My Christmas decorations don't go up until then, so I don't start celebrating until then."
"Spoilsport," Jess poked her tongue out at him. "My decorations went up on Saturday!"
"Of course they did," he smirked. Looking her up and down, he added. "For what it's worth, I think you make a very good candy cane."
"I make a good Santa's helper, too..." Jess trailed off coyly, before smirking evilly, as Becker winced at the image.
"I'll bet you do," he muttered under his breath.
"What was that?" she asked sweetly, looking up at him through her lashes.
"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" he asked, scowling.
"Oh, immensely, Captain," she smirked up at him. Leaning in closer, Becker's lips hovered above her ear as he spoke.
"Not as much as you'll be enjoying it later," he breathed, his low voice turning sultry. He felt her shiver as he pulled away and was satisfied by the way Jess' eyes darkened.
"Oh, really?" she raised an eyebrow at him. "I think I'll have to see it before I believe it."
"Is that a promise?" he asked flirtatiously, raising his eyebrows at her.
"I'd say it's more of an invite..." she trailed off, shrugging.
"I'll meet you at yours at six, yeah?" Becker asked with a charming grin.
Jess rolled her eyes. "Anybody would think I'd been depriving you of something."
"No," Becker said, before continuing innocently. "I just like spending time with my girlfriend," he told her quietly, curling a lock of hair around her ear delicately.
"Yeah, right," Jess giggled teasingly. "Definitely using me for my body."
"Damn, you've got me," he laughed, before gently grabbing her waist and pulling her closer. "Was I too obvious?"
"No, but you definitely are being now," Jess told him, smiling cheekily.
"You're right," Becker said curtly, stepping away, and smirking, as the grin fell off Jess' face. "I apologise. I'll see you at six."
And with that, Becker left, with Jess wondering how on Earth he'd won that.