Promises (or lack thereof) - Pt. 2/25
Challenge: love_bingo
Rating: PG to PG-13
Words: 610
Prompt: LG4 - Attraction
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.
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Beck didn't know when he started to look at Heather - to really look at her. He'd always thought she was quietly pretty, but she became beautiful without his conscious knowledge.
He watched her. Watched her give him her daily report, watched her working on that broken-down truck she called Charlotte, watched her dealing with his troops and the townspeople. He watched her sometimes when she didn't know he was there. Once he walked into Bailey's and saw her, surrounded by her friends. Emily was perfectly made up - of course - and Mimi was passionately making a point - of course - but Heather was laughing and all he could think was that no one should look that sexy drinking a beer.
He watched her just being herself and he found himself distracted...fascinated...
In love.
He tried to be circumspect about his feelings. Partly because he was all business, all the time; partly because he'd need to leave Jericho soon with no guarantee he'd be back - but mainly it was because he had a missing wife and child he was desperately trying to find, and who had first claim on his loyalty. He could make no promises to Heather, and she deserved so much more than what little he could offer her.
But he was only human.
Heather gave him friendship. Support. Saved his ass on more than one occasion - and handed it to him just as often. They fought about the big things - they fought about the small things. And while he always listened to her, sometimes he wondered what she'd do if he were to channel that fire and passion in a different, more pleasurable direction. He wondered what she'd do if he were to kiss her in the middle of one of their more intense arguments. Would she slap him? Run screaming for help? Quickly and efficiently break his arms?
But he never kissed her, never touched her, never crossed a line he couldn't re-cross, although some days his fingers itched to smooth over her brow, touch her lips, stroke her hair, and discover for themselves if her skin was as soft and smooth as it looked.
Each day he worked harder, and greedily took the friendship she offered.
And each night he dreamt of her skin.
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Heather didn't know when she started to look at Beck - to really look at him. She'd always thought he was quietly attractive, but he became handsome without her conscious knowledge.
She watched him. Watched him receive reports, watched him give orders, watched him gear up for missions. She watched him sometimes when he didn't know she was there. On the shooting range, once, when he and Hawkins and Jake decided to have a little friendly competition. Hawkins won - of course - and Jake cheated - of course - and Beck hit his target in a tight circle on the chest, and even Hawkins was impressed. All Heather could think was that no man should look so sexy shooting a gun.
She watched him just being himself and she found herself distracted...fascinated...
In love.
Sometimes she looked at him, and her fingers itched to brush across the gray hair at his temples, stroke across the shadow of whiskers on his cheeks, trace the strong line of his jaw, to discover for themselves how his skin would feel against her own.
Sometimes she caught him looking at her, his eyes even darker than normal, burning her - and his eyes told her everything she wanted - or needed to know. But she was always conscious of his wife and daughter, out there somewhere waiting for him - and she'd turn away.
It was the only thing she could do.
Part One Part Three
Rating: PG to PG-13
Words: 610
Prompt: LG4 - Attraction
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.
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Beck didn't know when he started to look at Heather - to really look at her. He'd always thought she was quietly pretty, but she became beautiful without his conscious knowledge.
He watched her. Watched her give him her daily report, watched her working on that broken-down truck she called Charlotte, watched her dealing with his troops and the townspeople. He watched her sometimes when she didn't know he was there. Once he walked into Bailey's and saw her, surrounded by her friends. Emily was perfectly made up - of course - and Mimi was passionately making a point - of course - but Heather was laughing and all he could think was that no one should look that sexy drinking a beer.
He watched her just being herself and he found himself distracted...fascinated...
In love.
He tried to be circumspect about his feelings. Partly because he was all business, all the time; partly because he'd need to leave Jericho soon with no guarantee he'd be back - but mainly it was because he had a missing wife and child he was desperately trying to find, and who had first claim on his loyalty. He could make no promises to Heather, and she deserved so much more than what little he could offer her.
But he was only human.
Heather gave him friendship. Support. Saved his ass on more than one occasion - and handed it to him just as often. They fought about the big things - they fought about the small things. And while he always listened to her, sometimes he wondered what she'd do if he were to channel that fire and passion in a different, more pleasurable direction. He wondered what she'd do if he were to kiss her in the middle of one of their more intense arguments. Would she slap him? Run screaming for help? Quickly and efficiently break his arms?
But he never kissed her, never touched her, never crossed a line he couldn't re-cross, although some days his fingers itched to smooth over her brow, touch her lips, stroke her hair, and discover for themselves if her skin was as soft and smooth as it looked.
Each day he worked harder, and greedily took the friendship she offered.
And each night he dreamt of her skin.
~~~~~~
Heather didn't know when she started to look at Beck - to really look at him. She'd always thought he was quietly attractive, but he became handsome without her conscious knowledge.
She watched him. Watched him receive reports, watched him give orders, watched him gear up for missions. She watched him sometimes when he didn't know she was there. On the shooting range, once, when he and Hawkins and Jake decided to have a little friendly competition. Hawkins won - of course - and Jake cheated - of course - and Beck hit his target in a tight circle on the chest, and even Hawkins was impressed. All Heather could think was that no man should look so sexy shooting a gun.
She watched him just being himself and she found herself distracted...fascinated...
In love.
Sometimes she looked at him, and her fingers itched to brush across the gray hair at his temples, stroke across the shadow of whiskers on his cheeks, trace the strong line of his jaw, to discover for themselves how his skin would feel against her own.
Sometimes she caught him looking at her, his eyes even darker than normal, burning her - and his eyes told her everything she wanted - or needed to know. But she was always conscious of his wife and daughter, out there somewhere waiting for him - and she'd turn away.
It was the only thing she could do.
Part One Part Three