Title: Birthday Girl
Warnings: Implied smut, fade to black.
Disclaimer: Not mine. ITV and Impossible Pictures own them.
Word count: approx 400
Summary: Becker has something special planned for the birthday girl.
AN: Written as a (slightly late) birthday fic for cordeliadelayne.
Jess wriggled in anticipation. She could hear Becker moving around the room behind her, but he had told her to lie face down on the bed, and she couldn’t see what he was up to.
“Keep still,” Becker said, a smile in his voice.
“Hurry up, then. It’s not nice to keep a girl waiting. Especially on her birthday.”
Jess felt the bed dip next to her, and heard him chuckle.
“Well, if you put it like that...”
Something cold landed in the small of her back, and Jess squealed.
“Relax,” Becker said, as his warm hands began to gently rub over the spot, spreading what she assumed must be some sort of massage oil onto her skin.
“You could have given me some warning,” Jess muttered.
“I could stop if you don’t like it...”
“Don’t you dare.”
Becker chucked again, and then he went to work in earnest.
His hands explored her back and shoulders and neck, gently at first, making sure that every inch of her received some attention. Jess closed her eyes and became pliant under his touch, occasionally murmuring sounds of approval.
Jess lost track of time, content to simply lie there, until Becker’s hands came to rest on her shoulders. She knew the muscles there were tight after all the hours spent at a computer every day, and apparently Becker knew it as well. His thumbs began to knead the knots, gently at first but gradually becoming more forceful. Jess moaned softly, the tension draining away as she melted into a relaxed, contented puddle beneath his skilful hands.
Becker leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her shoulder.
“Mmmmmmm,” Jess smiled, her eyes still closed.
She felt a soft towel being wrapped around her and the oil being rubbed away, but she remained still, too lethargic to assist.
Eventually, Becker lay down next to her, and she felt him stroking her hair.
“Hey, you can’t go sleep yet.”
Jess cracked an eye open and finally looked at him.
“I’m pretty sure I can.”
Becker snuggled closer, and his fingers began to trace a path down her spine, reawakening the over-sensitised skin.
“Are you quite sure?” he asked, his expression amused, but his eyes holding a promise that sent a thrill of anticipation through her. “It’s still your birthday for another three hours, and I intend to make sure you enjoy every single minute of it.”