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Practice Makes Perfect - 1/1

Title: Practice Makes Perfect
Author: ShirleyAnn66 (
shirleyann66 )
Written for: 
[info]prompt_in_a_box: Round #13
Prompt #15:  "Practice Makes Perfect"
Word Count:  727
Genre: Het, Fluff
Rating: PG
Warnings:  Ummm...here be fluffy plot bunnies?? 
Fandom: Jericho
Pairing/Character:   Beck/Heather
Summary: They say the first time is always the most awkward...
Timeline: Post-series finale. 
Author's Note:   Stand alone; no relation to any other story that has been completed or is currently in progress. 
Disclaimer:  I don't own Jericho or have any relationship with it other than a deep abiding love for the show, and a burning desire to see Beck out of uniform.

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It wasn’t until she kissed him that he even knew they were on a date.

They had been working at the sheriff’s office, and hadn’t finished, so Heather invited Beck to her house for a working supper. She cooked, they ate, and Beck’s mind worked on two tracks the whole time. One was focused solely on work; the other focused solely on her.

They finished supper, finished working, and they moved to the couch to drink a cup of carefully hoarded coffee – more precious than wine nowadays, he thought, making a mental note to see what his men could do to replenish her supply – and to talk about other, more personal things. Things like amusing stories from their lives from before the Attacks – his army experiences, her teaching experiences. They touched lightly on the loss of his wife and child, while she told him about losing her own family at a young age and growing up in New Bern.

When he got up to leave, she walked him to the door where he thanked her for the meal as he picked up one of his boots.

"No problem," she replied with a rueful grin, "it was nice to have somebody to share it with for a change."

He paused, and gave her a puzzled look.

"I don’t get out much," she explained, her voice dry, "and I honestly can’t remember the last time I had supper alone with a man."

Beck gaped at her. "Are the men in this town blind as well as stupid?" he blurted.

Which was when she hurled herself into his arms, mashing her lips against his. The force of her kiss caught him off-guard, made him drop his boot and stumble back against the door of the closet – with the doorknob hitting him right in the small of his back. Really, though, he thought, what was a bruised kidney – or two – when he had an armful of Heather?

He had to take full responsibility for the coffee table, however. He thought he’d been guiding them towards the hallway, but he hadn’t wanted to stop kissing her long enough to get his bearings. Apparently, neither had she, because judging from her expression, tripping over the coffee table had been as much of a surprise to her as it had been to him. Unfortunately, the coffee table couldn’t withstand their sudden arrival and collapsed under them. Luckily, Beck went down first, and Heather landed on top of him with a shocked "oof".

Really, though, Beck thought, what was a bruised ass when he had Heather sprawled on top of him looking both mortified and utterly adorable? He quickly went back to his new favourite pastime of kissing her senseless.

He insisted the couch was Heather’s fault, however. She should have warned him it was too light for the two of them to do anything other than sit quietly and drink coffee. By this point, they were both half-naked and were feverishly attempting to get all-the-way-naked when he hit a particularly sensitive part of her neck, which caused her to buck up hard against him, which in turned caused the couch to topple over, spilling them both unceremoniously onto the carpet.

Really, though, Beck thought, what was a bruised shoulder – or two – when he had a half-naked Heather beneath him?

"You know," she panted, "I have a perfectly good – and solid – bed just down the hall."

They both turned their heads and looked down the hallway. They silently made note of the side table, the bicycle and the two storage closets.

"We’ll never make it in one piece," Beck said shaking his head. "I think we need to stay right here, in a horizontal position. For safety reasons, of course."

Heather chuckled and indicated her agreement by kissing him again.

Beck was limping slightly when they came out of the bathroom in the morning. She had a shower, he was happy – and relieved - to learn, which could withstand early morning shower sex without any catastrophic structural failures. They paused on the way to the kitchen and surveyed the carnage left in the living room.

Heather glanced at him and started to laugh. "Well, they say the first time is always the most awkward."

Beck nodded, and grinned down at her. "Let’s hope our navigation skills get better with practice," he replied and kissed her.

Comments

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nativefloridian
Apr. 14th, 2009 07:08 pm (UTC)
very cute, although it seems like even the plot bunnies are a little worse for wear, albeit happily so.
shirleyann66
Apr. 16th, 2009 02:33 am (UTC)
But the plot bunnies are very, VERY happy. LOL :)
janiekins
Apr. 14th, 2009 09:24 pm (UTC)
** yeah **

more fanfic!!! :)

giggling over the couch, etc...

janet
shirleyann66
Apr. 16th, 2009 02:35 am (UTC)
AND I almost have the next chapter to Lost Sheep completed... :)

For some reason, the thought of these two absolutely trashing the place (albeit accidentally) just makes me giggle hysterically...don't really know why... ;)
froodle
Apr. 15th, 2009 09:28 pm (UTC)
WHAT! I love you! I can never find Heather/Beck fic or even people to squee about Jericho with me. Now I must friend you!
shirleyann66
Apr. 16th, 2009 02:42 am (UTC)
YES! Another Heather/Beck fan!!! LOVE IT!! (I only write this couple, so any fanfic on my LJ is about them.)

And I will squee about Jericho all you want. :)

If you want to check out some great Heather/Beck fic, I recommend the Beck/Heather LJ community here: http://community.livejournal.com/beck_heather/

You'll find fic from Inanna7, Rubberbisquit, NativeFloridian and Janiekins (who I would love to see more from... *hint hint*) They're all awesome.

And there's somebody on Fanfiction.net who has a Beck/Heather fic in progress, but they haven't updated for awhile. :(

And welcome to my Journal!! Always glad to meet other fans of this great couple and great show. :)

froodle
Apr. 18th, 2009 12:58 am (UTC)
YES, they are so awesome. 'Cause at first I was all like, NOOOO JAKE, you suck, how dare you be with Mehmily who is utter rub, but then ESAI MORALES came along and he was all, a man of INTEGRITY and SCRUPLES and I was like, WHATEVS JAKE, you didn't deserve her anyway, for Major Beck is PRINCIPLED and BEAUTIFUL and generally made of win.
nativefloridian
Apr. 18th, 2009 05:30 am (UTC)
Yeah, never really liked Jake. Thought he belonged with Emily all along.
nativefloridian
Apr. 18th, 2009 05:31 am (UTC)
And come on over to the comm and join the party.
shirleyann66
Apr. 18th, 2009 05:00 pm (UTC)
Ooooh, don't even get me started on Jake/Emily. I like your name for her - I'm usually less kind. LOL I seriously wanted to test Jake for drugs to see how on earth he could prefer Emily over Heather...I mean, Heather actually had a personality!! Not to mention brains and beauty, as well as integrity, loyalty, empathy...Okay, okay, I'll stop.

I was a real die-hard Jake/Heather fan until Esai Morales came along. As much as I love Jake (and I do even though he's pretty stupid when it comes to women), Major Beck is just so much... WOW! He's got the most expressive eyes I've ever seen; he's dark (and I don't mean his colouring), he's dangerous, and when he looks at Heather, he actually - you know - LOOKS at her.

Major Beck is PRINCIPLED and BEAUTIFUL and generally made of win.

{{sappy fangirl sigh}} Indeed...
rubberbisquit
Apr. 23rd, 2009 02:20 am (UTC)
YAY! Another Heck fan! I LOVE the way you think! I hope you've had a chance to check out the comm. It's super fun and we need a little glamor to get us out of our winter doldrums. :)
inanna7
Apr. 22nd, 2009 06:52 pm (UTC)
I was reading this on Sunday. I've been battling some sort of sinus infection, so when I was reading Beck's matter of fact statements as to how he was getting beaten up, I was "BWhahahaha!" then grabbing my head because the laughing was killing it. I could see him relaying the story to a person in his confidence (omitting certain details, of course) in that same sort of calm, analyzing tone. "Well, I got this bruise here because I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings because I was a bit preoccupied at the time..." :)
shirleyann66
Apr. 26th, 2009 07:32 pm (UTC)
giggle!snort - I can see that too, actually. Sorry about the pain, but I'm glad you enjoyed it! :) I sooo enjoyed the imagery of all these accidents that - once the pain eased - they just ignored and kept on going.

This was such a lot of fun to write, so I'm glad people are having fun reading it too. (G)
rubberbisquit
Apr. 23rd, 2009 02:23 am (UTC)
I'm going to start here then work my way through the consecutive chapters so I don't lose track of my thought . . . probably going to happen anyway.

Can I say WOOO for one-shot. And a HOT one shot at that full of all the sorts of squee-worthy moments I <3 from you! Like:

"I don’t get out much," she explained, her voice dry, "and I honestly can’t remember the last time I had supper alone with a man."

Beck gaped at her. "Are the men in this town blind as well as stupid?" he blurted.


SUPER awesome moment between the two of them. I can just see his look of shock and surprise not only at her declaration but that HIS words actually popped out of his mouth. Sort of a foot-in-mouth moment that ends with a make-out session. A+

Beck nodded, and grinned down at her. "Let’s hope our navigation skills get better with practice," he replied and kissed her.

Awww. I almost want to beg for a sequel . . . but I know you'll write some more awesome soon enough :)
shirleyann66
Apr. 27th, 2009 12:57 am (UTC)
Awww - thanks!! I'm glad you liked it.

I have to tell you that I originally intended to write a very different fic for this prompt which was inspired by a little snippet in your story "Willing to Relocate". That particular plot bunny is still kicking around in my head, and if I can get it into an actual coherent state, that will be coming soon.

It's much different in tone than this one, but I think very sweet (if I can just get it down on paper...).

But a sequel to this one...hmmmmm....{stares thoughtfully into the distance...}
rubberbisquit
Apr. 27th, 2009 03:22 pm (UTC)
*chants sequel softly*

It'll be awesome . . . .
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