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Sharp Dressed Man - Ch. 2/5


Title: Sharp Dressed Man - Ch. 2/5
Author[info]shirleyann66
Fandom: Jericho
Characters: Heather, Beck
Pairing: Heather/Beck
Genre: Fluffy Fluff
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: #22 : a second @ [info]story_lottery
Summary:  Just an ordinary day - or as ordinary as it ever gets in Jericho.
Spoilers:  Nothing specific, but anything in both seasons is fair game.
Word Count:  1594
Disclaimer:  Jericho and everything associated with it is owned by CBS and whoever else owns it - not me (sadly).  I have no claims or affiliations with any of the powers that be for this universe.  This is strictly for fun, not profit, and the characters shall be returned relatively safely and mostly unharmed.


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The bomb shelter of the med-centre was crammed full with boxes, and Heather gave him a delighted grin that melted his heart as she turned on the lights and headed down the stairs.


“We never did manage to fix the generator,” Heather explained, “so we converted it into a storage area. During the War, we used it to store extra medical supplies, weapons and ammunition.” She shrugged at his raised eyebrow. “This is a pretty central location; we could arm anybody in any corner of Jericho within ten minutes. Anyway,” she said, opening up the first box, “we still use it for extra medical supplies, but it's also where we store the surplus clothes.”


 

“Why here?” Beck asked idly, watching her enthusiastically rooting through the clothes in front of her.


 

“Well, there's plenty of room, and since all refugees are processed through the med-centre, we have a ready supply of clothes for them. Also, if we run out of bandages or dressings, they can come down here and find some clothes to use for those purposes.”


 

She held up a pair of jeans and eyed him critically. “Hmmm...too small,” she muttered. Even though Beck had told her his size, she was finding that a lot of the clothes didn't have labels and she was reduced to guessing whether the clothes would fit or not.


 

She shoved several shirts and a couple pairs of pants into his arms, and motioned him towards the screen that served as a makeshift changing room. Heather watched him walk towards the screen with an amused, fond smile, and allowed herself a moment to simply enjoy...being with him.


 

Eighteen months after Beck first made her his liaison, two months after his return to Jericho just in time for the final battle of the War, right on Jericho's doorstep, she valued these moments of normalcy, of easy rapport and, yes, of sweet friendship. She valued them all the more because, in the darkest moments, when everything that Beck had done to Jake became known, after Beck had left for Texas, and as the War came closer and closer to them, she hadn't dared to hope they would all be together in Jericho, that Beck would come back in one piece and be accepted by the town. They had all gone through fire to get to this point, and had made it through to the other side.


 

Heather had suspected her feelings for Beck ran deeper than she was willing to admit when he received confirmation just before his departure that his wife and child were dead. The desire to comfort him and ease his pain had startled her with its intensity. She knew what she felt was far, far more than mere friendship the day he and his troops departed from Jericho, and she was left watching them go until she couldn't even see the dust.


 

She had had many long frightening months to get used to her feelings, and when he returned, she had learned to hide them. She wasn't sure if he was ready to move on from his losses, but Heather believed it was only a matter of time. Moments like the one earlier today, when he was teasing her and his eyes were warm and dark and seemed to promise things his mouth had never said, she knew – knew – that when he was ready, he was going to move on with her.


 

Most of the time, though, she had no idea what he thought of her or how he felt about her, other than as a good friend, and a useful resource to help him do his job.


 

She shook her head, and went back to the task as hand. She continued to root through boxes of clothes, bringing things she thought would fit him to where he stood behind the screen, and he dutifully tried on everything she shoved his way.


 

“Where did all these come from?” Beck asked as he pulled on yet another shirt.


 

“When we finally accepted the fact that some people were never coming back,” Heather explained, her eyes focused on the box she was digging through, “we went into their houses to salvage – scavenge – whatever we could. You were already gone – fighting the War -” She stopped abruptly, pausing for so long that Beck peeked out from behind the screen. She was staring sightlessly at the pile of clothes, her blue eyes filled with tears.


 

“I'm sorry,” he said gently. “I know it was rough here – really rough. The ASA targeted this part of the country pretty aggressively. I'm sorry I wasn't here to help.”


 

Heather resolutely shook her head and glanced over at him. “It's okay,” she said, her voice a little soggy. “I was just remembering what it was like...not knowing where you were, or if you were okay, or if -” she stopped abruptly, staring at the ground.


 

“If I was dead?” he asked.


 

“Or if you wanted to come back,” she whispered.


 

“Of course I wanted to come back,” he replied softly. “I'd left a friend behind.”


 

Beck was rewarded with a shy smile, a blush and a sweetly bashful glance that made the world stand still for a second.


 

“Good,” was all she said though, before she turned away to dig through more boxes and Beck ducked back behind the screen to keep trying on clothes.


 

“Uh, Heather,” he finally asked, “just how many clothes do you think I need?”


 

“Well,” she replied distractedly, “at least three outfits, possibly four.”


 

What?” Beck yelped, and came out from behind the screen in the jeans he'd just put on - the first pair that actually fit – and pulling a t-shirt over his head. “How do you figure that?”


 

“Well -” Heather stalled at the sight of him.


 

He stood, hands on his hips, glaring at her challengingly. Out of uniform, he was slimmer than she had thought, and the t-shirt emphasized the muscles in his arms and chest. For a second all she could do was stare at him.


 

“Well, what?” he demanded.


 

Heather swallowed and focused with an effort. “Well...I figure you need two casual outfits, one workout outfit, and one dressier outfit for...” she trailed off, her eyes wide, a look of consternation on her face.


 

For?” Beck questioned, curious as to why she was looking at him like that.


 

Heather looked away and muttered something.


 

“Sorry?” he asked.


 

Heather sighed. “A dressier outfit for more formal occasions – like a date.”


 

“Hah!” Beck scoffed, “and who, exactly, would I be dating?”


 

The minute he said it, he knew he'd stepped in it.


 

“Well, you never know,” Heather replied defensively, blushing furiously while thrusting another armful of clothes at him, “and only women should claim they have nothing to wear when they're going on a date.”


 

Beck blinked at her. “Heather -”


 

She pointed to the screen. “Go. Try on clothes, and then we're going to pick out at least four outfits – and because of your attitude, you're picking out two dressier outfits!”


 

“Heather -” Beck tried again, causing her to gently turn him around and push him towards the screen.


 

“Go,” she said softly, her voice sad.


 

“Okay,” Beck said, turning back to her and dropping the clothes on top of a pile of boxes, “enough of this.” He grabbed her shoulders and stared intently at her. “I'm sorry.”


 

Heather bravely met his gaze, fully aware that her hurt and vulnerability were written all over her face. “Nothing to be sorry about,” she said, and there really wasn't. It wasn't his fault she felt more for him than he felt for her. It just happened to be the story of her life. Unfortunately.


 

“Sure there is,” Beck objected softly and tugged her closer. Startled, she pressed her hands against his chest, feeling the heat of him through the thin cotton of the t-shirt. She stared at him, her lips softly parted, her eyes wide and a little wary.


 

Beck hesitated a second, then leaned down and pressed his lips against hers.


 

The kiss was a little shy and very sweet, a little chaste, but with the promise of passion right beneath the surface. After a second of surprise, Heather opened her mouth to him with a soft sigh and stroked her hands around his chest and up his back as she pressed closer.


 

Their tongues met and sensuously tangled with each other as Beck pulled her more fully against him, revelling in the feel of her soft breasts pressed against his chest, in her taste on his tongue, and in the scent of her in his nostrils.


 

Their mouths parted and came back together more deeply, and their surroundings receded to a blur. It was only when the need for oxygen became imperative that they finally parted, breathing hard, their eyes wide and awed.


 

“Maybe...” Beck suggested softly after he caught his breath, his voice husky, “maybe I'm going to need three dressier outfits?”


 

Heather gave him a radiant smile. “Maybe,” she agreed with a chuckle, and hugged him, her cheek pressed against his chest while Beck buried his face into the crook of her neck and held her tight.


 

Maybe he wouldn't put Jake on garbage duty after all.


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phyllis629
Oct. 5th, 2009 08:50 am (UTC)
So I wake up very early (3 am) - can't get back to sleep. Go online - find 1 new letter and 2 chapters of a new story. Squeal with excitement! Nearly wake up everyone else in the house.

While I will provide more detailed comments later when I'm fully awake, I love this new story. Can't wait to see where you take it over the next 3 chapters.

Also love the new Oasis chapter. You continue to provide great insight into the complexities of Beck's character.

Thanks for bringing a smile to my face so early in the morning!
shirleyann66
Oct. 11th, 2009 04:01 pm (UTC)
Squeal with excitement! Nearly wake up everyone else in the house.

LOL - been there, done that! :)


janiekins
Oct. 6th, 2009 12:50 am (UTC)


She pointed to the screen. “Go. Try on clothes, and then we're going to pick out at least four outfits – and because of your attitude, you're picking out two dressier outfits!”

*giggle*

more smutty hecky goodness please?

can't wait for the next few chapters
shirleyann66
Oct. 11th, 2009 04:03 pm (UTC)
more smutty hecky goodness please?

I've been trying!! But nothing I've written lately have been very good when it comes to the smut. :(

However, I'm working on the next two prompts for story_lottery, and I think you may like them. (Well, they may not be very smutty, but I like them... *evil grin*)
phyllis629
Oct. 7th, 2009 11:44 am (UTC)
These comments refer to both Chapters (1 and 2)

This was just so sweet. So many nice moments between the two of them. So many hot moments as well. Or maybe just it’s just me. The room definitely seemed to get warmer, especially as I read Chapter 2!


Heather stared at him, taken aback. Was he actually...teasing her? He tried to maintain his poker face, but a small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were warm chocolate, causing a small shiver to rush down her spine.

OHHH – so sweet, with the promise of something more.


“I don't have any civilian clothes,” Beck repeated clearly. “Most of my troops are in the same boat, so it would take time to find somebody who can lend me clothes. It sounds stupid, I know, but – I have nothing to wear.”

Jake stared at him for a second – and couldn't help it. He started to laugh.


This made me crack up! This conversation between these two “tough guys” who share some dramatic history is just very funny.


It was research, he told himself, although deep down he knew it was more that he had a tough time saying no to the slender brunette in front of him. Especially when she was in this bouncy, earnest, problem-solving mode.

Yeah, keep telling yourself it was just research!!


“Of course I wanted to come back,” he replied softly. “I'd left a friend behind.”

Beck was rewarded with a shy smile, a blush and a sweetly bashful glance that made the world stand still for a second.


Sweet!!!

“Well -” Heather stalled at the sight of him.

He stood, hands on his hips, glaring at her challengingly. Out of uniform, he was slimmer than she had thought, and the t-shirt emphasized the muscles in his arms and chest. For a second all she could do was stare at him.


Well, the room is definitely getting warmer!! Deep breaths, deep breaths!

“Okay,” Beck said, turning back to her and dropping the clothes on top of a pile of boxes, “enough of this.”

“Sure there is,” Beck objected softly and tugged her closer. Startled, she pressed her hands against his chest, feeling the heat of him through the thin cotton of the t-shirt. She stared at him, her lips softly parted, her eyes wide and a little wary.

Beck hesitated a second, then leaned down and pressed his lips against hers.


I love Beck. He is such a straightforward man of action. And the room is still getting warmer.


Their tongues met and sensuously tangled with each other as Beck pulled her more fully against him, revelling in the feel of her soft breasts pressed against his chest, in her taste on his tongue, and in the scent of her in his nostrils.

Their mouths parted and came back together more deeply, and their surroundings receded to a blur. It was only when the need for oxygen became imperative that they finally parted, breathing hard, their eyes wide and awed.


Hot! Hot!! Need to take lots of deep breaths!!

Can't wait until the next chapter!!

shirleyann66
Oct. 11th, 2009 04:23 pm (UTC)
Awww...thanks!! I'm glad you liked these two chapters. And that you found them sweet - and hot! :D

This made me crack up! This conversation between these two “tough guys” who share some dramatic history is just very funny.

LOL - I'm glad!! As soon as I wrote that line from Beck about having nothing to wear (it was in another little scene that hasn't made it anywhere other than my notebook), I just knew I had to write a fic around it! The fact that it evolved into the conversation with Jake (who has wardrobe challenges of his own) just makes me giggle. A lot. :D

Well, the room is definitely getting warmer!! Deep breaths, deep breaths!

LOL!! Awesome!!! :D

I love Beck. He is such a straightforward man of action.

*sappy sigh* Me, too...but it does make it difficult to write a traditional romantic storyline between him and Heather!! They're both straight-forward people of action (see Heather's kiss with Jake), so I always struggle with "well, why wouldn't they just say something/kiss each other??"

Hot! Hot!! Need to take lots of deep breaths!!

LOL - *YES!!* Glad you liked this and found it hot! :D *does happy hamster dance*

Can't wait until the next chapter!!

The final three in this little fluffy story are up. :)

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