athene (deinonychus_1) wrote,

ficlet: Fuzzy

I wrote this for a prompt on the just_kiss_her prompt tag list, but I thought it was on the fluff prompt list, and with lj being down the last couple of days I couldn't double check. But, unfortunately, it turns out the prompt was on the kink list. Oops! Decided to post it anyway, since it was already finished by the time I realised.

Title: Fuzzy
Author: Athene
Fandom: Primeval
Pairing/characters: Jess/Becker
Rating: 15
Warnings: Gratuitously fluffy, plot-free, porn-free, fluff.    
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: Not mine. ITV and Impossible Pictures own them.
Word count: approx 550
Summary: Jess likes to nuzzle his chest, Becker wants to know why.
AN: written for the prompt meme on just_kiss_her, for the prompt Jess has a fascination with Becker's chest hair’ by dreamer_98. (Although it's not smutty, and the more I look at it, the more I think it may not actually fit the prompt very well. Sorry.)                  


            “I’m starting to think that you might have been a cat in a past life,” Becker commented as they lay in bed together. The morning sun was seeping through the curtains and helping to create a warm, cosy cocoon around them, and Becker didn’t want to get up, even if he had been able to move.  


            He gestured vaguely at Jess, who was cuddled up around him, her head resting on his chest.

            “All this nuzzling. Rubbing yourself against my chest like that. You’re like a cat. A very cute, brilliant, computer literate cat.”

            “I like it. It’s fuzzy,” Jess said, apparently deciding to ignore his latter comments.

            Becker felt his eyebrows hitching upwards.

            “Fuzzy?” he asked, trying not to sound incredulous.

            “Yes. You’re like a big fluffy, cuddly teddy bear.”

            Becker’s eyebrows made a bid to escape off the top of his head.

            “Teddy bear?”

            “Mm hmm.” Jess continued to nuzzle, cuddling even closer. Her finger started to trace circles and random patterns in his chest hair in a way that was quite distracting. But not distracting enough to let the previous comment pass.

            “I’d like to point out that I do know at least twenty different ways to kill a man with my bare hands.”

            Jess stilled briefly. “Were you planning to kill me?”


            “Well, it’s not a problem then, is it?” She went back to softly stroking his chest.

            Becker sighed and wrapped his arms around her.  

            “Nice as this is, you’re really not helping my manly self-image right now.”

            Jess raised her head and looked at him. There was a worrying sparkle of amusement in her eyes.

            “Would it help if I said you were a big, cuddly, fuzzy, manly teddy bear?”

            Becker rolled his eyes and kissed her.

            “It might. As long as you never, ever, repeat that in front of anyone else.”

            Jess’ expression suddenly became one of mischievous glee.

            “What’s it worth?”

            “You wouldn’t dare.”

            “I might not do it on purpose, but you never know what might slip out by accident.”

            “I could be persuaded to revise my position on the subject of killing you,” Becker tried.

            “I’m fairly sure that’s an empty threat,” Jess said, sounding wholly unconcerned. “There are far too many fringe benefits to having me alive.”

            Becker had to admit she had a point. He considered his options carefully.

            “I’d be forced to revoke all nuzzling rights.”

            This time Jess did look momentarily concerned. Then she shook her head. “Again, I’m fairly sure the benefits of hugs on demand outweigh any tactical advantage to withholding cuddles.”

            “True. But I’m fairly certain that out of the two of us, you’ll be the first one to crack if you’re not getting your full daily quota of hugs.”

            Jess narrowed her eyes at him, and then went back to lying on his chest, nuzzling the thick curls.

            “Maybe,” she allowed. “But that would be mean and horrible.”

            Becker rolled his eyes yet again.

            “Yes. I’m a big mean and horrible teddy bear. Are you happy now?”

            Jess hesitated, and snuggled closer, her small hand tracing the contours of his muscles and ribs.

            “You’re my big, cuddly, fuzzy, manly, mean and horrible teddy bear.”

            Becker smiled and wrapped his arms a little tighter around her, and decided he could probably live with that.



Tags: becker, becker/jess, fanfic, het, jess parker
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