Title: For God and Country and Heather Lisinski
Characters: Beck, Heather, OCs
Disclaimer: No, still don't own Jericho...I'm just playing with the characters. I'll return them safe and sound and with big smiles on their faces. ;)
A/N - Because rubberbisquit asked soooo nicely. Now all we need is Inanna to update her story [cough, cough] :)
Heather blinked, disoriented by the fact that not only was she in unfamiliar surroundings, she was naked, and ached in muscles she didn't know she had. Memory quickly flooded back, and she rolled over to look beside her, only to realize she was alone. Beck had left a dim light on during the night, and she glanced at the clock beside the light to see it was only 5:00 a.m.
She started a little as the door, which had been ajar, was pushed open, and Beck came in. Heather stared at him, thinking he looked scrumptious in boxers and a soft grey t-shirt, his hair a little rumpled. His eyes were wide, vulnerable, hopeful and he looked like a little boy afraid he was in trouble, but hoping he had done something right. Heather could feel a softening deep inside her as their eyes met.
"Oh," he said, his tone crestfallen, "you're awake."
Heather gave him a puzzled smile. "You sound disappointed."
"I am," he said, reclining on the bed beside her, leaning over her, pushing her gently back against the pillows. "You looked so sweet, all snug under the blanket. I was looking forward to waking you up." He gave her a slow, wicked grin as he leaned closer, his lips hovering over hers. "Unwrapping you like a Christmas present," he added, his voice husky.
"Oh," she sighed, her eyes wide and the blush starting.
He kissed her, a slow sensuous exploration of her mouth. He pressed her into the mattress, his hand cupping the back of her head as he kissed her. She put her arms around his shoulders, one hand on the nape of his neck, while the other slowly stroked down his back. She could feel the dark hunger and need in him, but carefully controlled, and she felt a thrill of power because she knew she could make him lose that control with a touch, or a look, or a sound.
When he moved from her mouth to her earlobe, and then nibbled his way down her neck, she realized that he could do the same for her. She sighed, her fingernails digging into his shoulders, and then, with an effort of will, she asked, "When do you go on duty?"
He lifted his head from where her neck met her shoulder to look into her eyes. "I've just given myself a late start today - 09:00."
Heather gave him a slow smile. "Ah," she said. "Then why are you wearing so many clothes?"
He buried his face into her shoulder and laughed. "I made a call to HQ to change the duty schedule. Then I checked on the men outside. I figured at least they would appreciate it if I was wearing something."
She chuckled softly, holding him close as he dropped light kisses across her collarbone. When he lifted his head, she kissed him. The dark hunger rose up, and the kiss quickly turned carnal and raw. With a groan, he pulled back, his breathing rapid.
"What's wrong?" she panted, her eyes wide.
"Absolutely nothing," he sighed, "but I want to do this the way I originally planned. I hadn't expected we wouldn't even make it to the bedroom, or that we wouldn't have time to talk about...some stuff...or that we wouldn't have time to do everything I've been dreaming about for months. Or - " he hesitated, giving her a half-bashful, half-remorseful look, "or to use the condoms I got from Kenchy yesterday."
Heather stared at him, and for the first time, Beck blushed.
"You went to Kenchy?" Heather said faintly.
"Well - yes. And believe me, that's not a conversation I want to repeat any time soon."
Heather struggled to hold back a smile.
"And then I ran into Darcy on the way out."
Heather burst out laughing, and Beck sighed, and buried his face in her neck. Heather hugged him as she laughed harder.
When she stopped, he raised his head and gave her a rueful look. She smiled, a true grin, and she couldn't remember the last time she had smiled like that.
"I have to tell you something, though."
Heather's grin faltered at the serious tone of his voice.
He took a deep breath. "My wife...had a very difficult pregnancy. She almost died. A second pregnancy could have been worse. So, I had a vasectomy after my daughter was born. I didn't go to Kenchy because I was worried I'd get you pregnant, but because I thought it would make you feel more comfortable if we used them for awhile."
She opened her mouth, and he hastily added, "I haven't slept with anybody except my wife since I met her - but I don't expect you to just take my word for it."
Heather looked at him silently, trying not to feel disappointed that Beck couldn't father any more children, and telling herself to take a step back. Besides the fact that the world had gone to hell in a handbasket, it was far too soon in the relationship to think of children, or whether it was something she even wanted.
He sighed. "I was going to tell you last night during dinner."
"Very... um...planned of you." Heather said cautiously.
Beck looked uncomfortable. "I thought it was something you deserved to know before..." He paused. "I - I haven't - uh - dated anyone other than my wife for 17 years. I'm a bit...rusty."
Heather couldn't resist the vulnerability in his eyes. "You don't seem "rusty" at all," she replied softly. "And it's not like I have a lot of experience in this area, either, so...I say we just figure it out as we go." She was rewarded by the relief on his face.
She quickly kissed him and then pulled back to give him a teasing look. "So what, exactly, is this "everything" you've been dreaming about for months?"
With a grin, he proceeded to show her.
After a nap and a shower, they sat at the kitchen table, eating breakfast. Beck broke into his carefully hoarded stock of coffee because, he said, if this wasn't a special occasion, he didn't know what was.
Heather laughed at him, her face alight with a smile.
As they ate, they discussed the agenda for the day.
"I meet with Gray and Anita at 10:00 - I was supposed to meet with you at 11:00 - " she gave him a questioning look.
Beck shook his head. "As much as I would love to see you, there's no need to meet. The supply run is cancelled - for today," he added hastily at the look on her face. "My men had some leads yesterday about Constantino's location - I need to check those out before I authorize anybody to go out for a week or two. We also need to re-assess the route, since some of the towns on the way will only deal directly with me. I'm not leaving the area until Constantino is no longer a threat," he explained.
Heather stared at him, her face solemn. "Okay," she sighed. She was silent for a moment, and then she sighed again. "I came here last night to apologize."
He raised a quizzical eyebrow.
"For hurting you. For bringing up what's past, and done."
Beck shook his head, and glanced down at the empty plate in front of him.
"You were right," he said quietly, "it didn't work so well the last time. People have long memories, and I don't blame them. And I don't blame you for being afraid of what I could do."
"I'm not afraid of what you could do," Heather protested. "You're a good man. I just - I was just angry and I wanted you to listen to me."
Beck gave her a rueful half-smile. "I always listen to you, Heather."
"Not always right away," Beck amended. He leaned forward across the table. "I told you in the storm cellar that you were young, and innocent, and hopeful for the future in spite of the past. That's all true. And you're my...my guiding star, if you like, showing me the way through these dark days. Believe me when I tell you that, even if I don't - or can't - follow your advice, I always hear it."
Heather shifted uncomfortably, and couldn't think of a single thing to say. After a moment, Beck stood, taking the dishes to the sink. He turned to her. "We have to go."
She nodded and stood. He walked to her and stopped in front of her. "My men will escort you wherever you want to go," he said softly. "Better to be safe than sorry."
Heather sighed and nodded. "I'll be good."
Beck put his arms around her. "You're always good," he said, and lowered his lips to hers. The kiss was a slow exploration of each other's mouth and lips and tongue. Heather sighed as she clung to him, revelling in the pure, timeless sensuality of the moment.
With a reluctant groan, Beck slowly broke the kiss. "I would do almost anything to stay here with you for the next - oh - week. Or so."
Heather laughed. "Me too. But we have responsibilities."
"We do." Beck agreed. He dropped a last, quick kiss on her lips and released her. "We need to go."
Heather sighed and nodded and they left Beck's house to face the day.
Heather and her guards went to the location of the salvage operations to check the progress and status. Things were proceeding rapidly, and Heather was pleased.
She met with Anita and Gray to give her status report. Gray was not happy that Beck had delayed the supply run, and made his displeasure clear to Heather, to such an extent that Heather finally snapped, "I'm not the liaison anymore - remember? If you have issues with Major Beck's decision, either tell him yourself, or send your town manager to do the job."
Gray looked taken aback at Heather's vehemence.
"It's okay, Gray," Anita soothed, "I'll talk to Edward this afternoon."
Heather tried hard not to roll her eyes.
"Fine," Gray snapped. "In the meantime, we have a report that there's some old equipment in an abandoned garage in the north end of town. Old cars, or tractors, or something. I want you to check it out this morning, and get back to Anita this afternoon."
"Why the rush?" Heather asked.
"If the tip is true, we'll add any required parts to the shopping list when Beck and his men head out. Which had better be tomorrow," Gray added, glaring hard at Heather.
Heather nodded. "'Fine." She checked the time. "I'll go there now." Heather looked at Anita. "It won't take long," she said. "I should be able to get back to you before lunch."
Anita nodded coolly. "I'll be here," she said.
Heather left city hall, and walked with her two guards to the abandoned house and garage. She waited on the sidewalk with one soldier while the other swept the garage for intruders. They then escorted her into the building and left her alone to assess the equipment. There was an old car and a truck, and Heather the hood on the car to take a look. She was quickly engrossed in the old engine, humming happily as she assessed what would be needed to get the engine working again, while underneath she thought of the night before and the morning, anticipated the joy of making the old engine work again, and looked forward to her evening.
With a contented sigh, she closed the hood and moved to the truck.
When she finished with the truck, she left the garage, cheerfully calling out "I'm ready to go, Corporals!" as she opened the door. She caught a glimpse of movement out of the corner of her eye, there was a blinding pain, and everything went black.