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Promises (or lack thereof) - Pt. 24/25

Challenge:  love_bingo   
Rating:  PG to PG-13
Words:  768
Prompt:  LG1 - Cupid
Warnings:  Nothing too explicit but will warn for violence/implied torture in a couple of the later parts (I'll post a specific warning on those posts). Everything in the series and comics is fair game, so spoilers ahoy!  

Disclaimer:   I do not own, nor am I affiliated with, CBS or Jericho or...whoever else may actually own this show.  I just like to take the characters out to play.  I put them back, mostly unharmed...although not always...this is for fun, not profit and no copyright infringement is intended.


"I never would have predicted this," Beck sighed, shaking his head as he leaned against the kitchen door, his arms crossed.

Heather turned to look at him, eyebrows raised in question.

"Playing Cupid," Beck clarified. "Particularly for my daughter and Jake Green's son!"

Heather's lips twitched as she fought a grin. "Too much "like father, like son"?"

"More like Rae isn't supposed to date until she's thirty. At least."

Heather laughed loudly at that. She walked over to Beck, and slid her arms around his neck.

"I was only twenty-six when we met," she reminded him softly.

He slid his arms comfortably around her waist and pulled her closer to him. "And a more beautiful twenty-six year old I have yet to meet." He gave her a quick kiss. "But what's your point?" He kissed her again before she could answer, a slower, deeper kiss that made her knees weak and heat rise in her body.

Beck began to nibble on her neck, and she moaned, letting her head fall back to allow him better access. He returned to her mouth and their kisses became more heated.

"What were we talking about?' Heather sighed as Beck returned his attention her neck.

"Don't know," Beck murmured between nibbling kisses. "Don't care."

"Oh, God you two! Get a room!"

Beck and Heather blinked owlishly at their three daughters, all with identical expressions of distaste on their faces.

"Are they done?" asked their youngest child, their only son, Jonas, peeking out from behind Rae's back.

"Yes," Heather sighed regretfully, "we're done."

"Barely started," Beck muttered for her ears alone. She choked back a laugh.

"Rae," she said, "Grandma Gail needs your help mucking out the stables today. Would you mind heading out to the ranch and giving JJ a hand?"

Rae made a face. "Yuck!"

"Hey - you're the one who rides those horses all the time," Beck reminded her. 

"I was talking about JJ," Rae replied with great dignity.

"Regardless," Heather said firmly, "You and JJ are the ones who ride those horses all the time. And you can't expect him to do all the work all the time."

Rae frowned suspiciously at them. "Did he put you up to this? Is this to get even with me for the last time?"

"No," Beck replied, trying not to laugh at the memory of a muck-covered JJ Green and a furious Rae berating him for leaving her alone to muck out the stalls while he was off with Kate Turner. "Grandma Gail simply implied she'd be out there helping him herself."

Rae rolled her eyes in fond exasperation. "Well, we can't have that," she muttered.

"Nope," Heather agreed. "She's offered to make her special cake," she wheedled.

"Fine, fine, fine" Rae sighed, "of course I'll muck out the stalls. But what she's gonna do when I go to school, I'll never know."

Beck's lips twitched. "She has other grandchildren," he said drily looking significantly at his other children who all quickly averted their gazes from his.

"I'll go right now," Rae sighed, then ran upstairs, muttering darkly about parents and stubborn grandmothers and how Johnston Jacob Green III had better pull his own weight this time or she'd be cleaning the stables with him.

"But you're already cleaning the stables with him," Melissa, their second daughter, said as she and Leila followed Rae up the stairs.

"Shut up," Rae snapped.

"She's got a point," Leila said.

Rae's snarl was cut off by the slam of her bedroom door.

Beck and Heather stared up the stairs, shaking their heads.

"Girls," Jonas sighed with all the weight and wisdom of his ten years before also heading up the stairs to his bedroom.

Beck and Heather managed to hold on to their laughter until the door had closed behind him, then they sputtered with laughter as they moved into the livingroom and sat on the couch.

Beck held her close as their laughter subsided. "Well, we've thrown them together yet again," Beck sighed. 

"This is the last time, Beck," Heather assured him. "We've given them every opportunity to notice each other as something more than cousins. She leaves for Denver in less than a month, so if JJ's going to notice her, it'll have to be soon." She gave him a fond kiss. "Thanks for going along with me on this one last time. Although," she added thoughtfully, "I'm not sure how romantic it can possibly be while they're shovelling manure."

Beck shook with silent laughter. "Well, I may be playing Cupid but that doesn't mean I have to make it easy for them."

Part 23          Part 25




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