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Chapter Summary: The gang are setting up Connor and Abby's new house while they're away. While doing so they encounter some delivery men that are a little too interested in Jess, how will Becker react?

Chapter Length: 1428

Open Mic Nights

Chapter 17 – Argument

Becker smiled to himself as he sat in the kitchen drinking a coffee. He could hear Jess upstairs, muttering to herself as she looked for the trainers she insisted she had, though—truthfully—Becker didn't believe she did.

Since the wedding the two of them had become practically inseparable. Even while at work, they were only ever apart if an anomaly opened up, or if Becker had a training session. They would spend their lunch hour together or with Matt and Emily. Becker had also started staying at Jess' apartment, meaning they were also spending their mornings and evenings together; and if he was being honest with himself Becker wouldn't have it any other way.

Having finished his coffee Becker decided to start loading up his truck with the box he and Jess had packed during the week.

Who knows how long it'll take Jess to find her non-existent trainers.

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By the time Jess came downstairs, looking triumphant, Becker had most of the boxes loaded into his truck.

Jess smirks at him and looks pointedly down at her feet. Following her gaze down Becker saw that she did in fact own trainers, but in true Jess fashion they were bright pink. When she had announced that she owned a pair of trainers, Becker hadn't been able to picture her in something so normal, but upon seeing the shoes she had on, it all made sense.

"Pink Jess, really?"

"Yes pink. Why wear boring white when they make a colour as fantastic as this." Jess reached up and kissed him, before pushing past Becker and going into the kitchen. He smiled at her retreating form, even in workout clothes Jess was as brightly dressed as ever. She wore a fitted t-shirt the same colour as her shoes, and even though her yoga pants were black they had a bright pink strip running up the side of each leg.

Chuckling as he heard Jess singing along to the radio in the kitchen Becker continued moving boxes into his car, Jess joining him after she had had her morning coffee. Once the car was loaded up, they made their way to the house Lester had gifted Abby and Connor with.

They arrived at the house fifteen minutes later and Jess hoped out to unlock the front door. The two of them began unloading the boxes from Becker's truck and moving them into the house, putting them wherever they wouldn't be in the way when the furniture was delivered.

Matt and Emily arrived not long after them and the group tried coming up with a plan of attack.

"Shall we begin unpacking the boxes?" Emily asked.

"There's not a lot of point until the furniture arrives, we haven't got any where to put most of their stuff." Jess pointed out.

"What about the stuff that goes in the kitchen?"

"I suppose we could unpack that while we wait."

Together the four of them unpacked everything out of all of the boxes marked kitchen. Slowly they filled the cupboards and draws with cutlery, dinning wear, pots, pans, and appliances. Before they knew it the kitchen was fully stocked, and all that remained was to move the refrigerator in when it was delivered.

Becker and Jess were taking the empty boxes out to the recycling bin when the delivery truck pulled up in front of the house.

"I've got a delivery for the Temples." One of the men said, hoping down from the truck.

"Well, you've come to the right place." Jess replied as she took the clipboard the man offered, giving him one of her shining smiles. Looking the sheet over Jess nodded; satisfied that everything they had ordered was on the list she signed for the delivery.

"You've certainly got a lot of stuff here."

"Ugh I know, getting it all set up is going to be a nightmare. Especially since there's only the four of us, and I doubt me and Emily will be much help. It would certainly be nice if we had a couple of extra hands." Jess sighed wistfully, handing the clipboard back to the man.

Jess may have missed the hungry look that was directed at her but Becker didn't, and it instantly set a frown on his face.

"Ben and I could give ya a hand if ya like. You don't mind do ya Beny boy?"

"Not at all, Johnny." Like John, Ben gave Jess a look filled with lust.

Jess flashed them another brilliant smile. "That would be fantastic." Laying a hand on John's bicep she commented. "Wow."

Becker couldn't believe it. She was flirting with them! Right in front of him! Didn't she see the way they were looking at her?

Anger clutched at Becker's chest, clouding his vision and making it impossible to focus on anything other than Jess and the two men eyeing her.

Jess walked away and neither Ben nor John made any attempt to hide the fact that they were staring at her arse. The box Becker was holding was crumpled between his hands as he tried to control what he was feeling.

Becker, along with Matt, and the two delivery men moved the furniture from the truck into the house, following Jess and Emily's instructions on where everything should go.

As they worked Jess kept up a steady flow of conversation with John and Ben, smiling at them constantly and making sure they knew how grateful she was for their help. It took everything Becker had not to walk over there and knock both their lights out.

It wasn't until the furniture was set up and the two men had left—both disappointed that they hadn't been able to convince Jess to go out with them—that Jess approached him.

"Hey what's up with you? You've been weird all morning." Jess asked pulling Becker aside.

"Why would anything be up? Maybe because my girlfriend was throwing herself at other men right in front of me."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me! You were all over those guys, it's like you enjoyed being looked at like a piece of meat."

"I was just being nice; and I can't help how they look at me so why let it bother me? What's that going to accomplish."

"It may make you seem like less of a tease."

"I can't talk to you when you're like this, come find me when you've come to your senses." With that Jess stormed off leaving Becker feeling like an idiot.

Unpacking the remaining boxes took the rest of the afternoon. Becker and Jess did their best to work in separate rooms, and if that didn't work they made sure to be on opposite sides. They barely spoke and when they did they refused to look at each other.

Matt and Emily could sense the tension between the couple and did their best to keep up a conversation in an attempt to defuse some of the negative emotions. But, unfortunately, their efforts were wasted.

They made the trip back to Jess' in silence; neither of them knowing what to say. Part of Becker knew that Jess was right and that he had overreacted. But when he saw the way those men had looked at her, he snapped and lost control of his anger. Even thinking about it now made him angry.

She was right to have snapped at him; he had been acting like a jealous and over protective jerk. He knew what he had to do.

"Jess, I'm sorry. I acted like a jealous jerk, can you forgive me?" Becker said as soon as they were inside the apartment and the door had closed behind them.

"I can understand why you reacted the way that you did. But, Becker, if this is going to work I need to know that you trust me."

"I do Jess, I trust you more than anyone, it's the rest of the world I don't trust."

"Then trust that I can handle myself, and that if I can't I'll come to you."

"I will. I'm sorry I ruined our afternoon."

"Well there's always one positive to arguing."

"And what's that."

"The make-up sex." Jess whispered, her lips brushing against Becker's ear. A shiver ran through Becker.

Grinning down at her wickedly, Becker lifted Jess up so she could wrap her legs around his waist. Pressing her body between his and the wall Becker kissed Jess passionately, causing both of them to moan in pleasure. They stay where they are, kissing, until Jess suggests that they move their activities to the bedroom.