Jess had thoroughly enjoyed herself at lunch. She was seeing a whole new side of Becker and loved every minute of it. She was also enjoying how tactile he was, sitting with his arm around her, taking her hand and slowly stroking the palm. Everywhere he touched left a gentle tingling sensation, putting her nerves on edge in the best way, but he was making sure to take things slow. He was a perfect gentleman, but he still took every opportunity he could to touch her. Even on the ride back, he had reached over and grabbed her hand, pulling it to his lips for a gentle kiss.

As they parked back at the ARC, he walked around the car and opened the door for her as she checked her appearance in the small mirror built in to the sun visor. She was just about to open her lipstick when she felt his hand close around her wrist. She turned to speak to him but was never able to get those words out. His other hand went to the back of her head as their lips met, her head tilted back as he moved in closer, towering over her. She immediately melted into the kiss, his lips gently sucking and pulling at hers, his tongue flicking out to run along her bottom lip. She parted her lips, allowing him to fully possess her mouth. She felt the lipstick fall from her fingers as they found a much more important task, gripping the front of his black shirt to keep him in place.

He knew this situation was quickly getting out of hand and he needed to break away before he became any more worked up. He had just needed to taste her, just a quick kiss before they went back inside. She had been so tempting at lunch, letting him touch her as he liked, sitting tightly against him in the circle of his arms. It had felt amazing, better than he'd ever dreamed it would, having her pressed so close to his body and he'd had to work very hard to not let his mind wander to darker, lust filled thoughts. He was certain he only managed it because her outfit was fairly modest today. Had she been displaying any more skin, he wasn't sure if he'd have been able to control himself.

With these thoughts, he stopped the kiss, parting their lips and resting their foreheads together. They were both slightly out of breath and panting, their breaths mingling in the space between them.

As he went to move away, he realized that Jess had turned in her seat and was now fully facing him. She had managed to wrap her legs around his, low on his thighs. Their hold wasn't tight enough that he'd really noticed until he tried to move away and was quickly halted. Smirking, he glanced down to try and untangle himself when he saw that her skirt had ridden up slightly and…

Oh god. She was wearing stockings.

Thigh high, lace topped, silky stockings. All thoughts of how modest her outfit was flew out of his head instantly and he groaned deeply. He quickly closed his eyes, trying to stop the rush of blood before it reached its southerly destination. No such luck. He felt himself swell so fast that it was slightly painful and made his head spin.

"Are you trying to kill me, Jessica?"

She had noticed where his attention was and grinned a bit, trying to contain her response but having only a small amount of success. Her plan had gone even better than she could have imagined since he initiated the kiss. She had spent a good bit of the morning distractedly trying to think up scenarios where they could be private enough for her to "accidentally" flash a little extra leg, but hadn't been satisfied with anything. This had been perfect and certainly seemed to be strongly affecting Becker.

She put on her most innocent face and looked up at him, as thought she had no idea what he meant.

"You started this," she said, gesturing between the two of them. "I'm just along for the ride."

He took a deep breath and slowly expelled it, trying to regain his self-control. They were in the garage. There were cameras here that someone was generally keeping an eye on. Having unconsciously stepped back in and grasped her hips, he forced himself to step back, their legs untangling, his hands clenched at his sides. He started listing ranks in his head, trying to think of anything other than the ridiculously tempting woman in front of him. It finally worked when he pictured Connor, Matt and Lester in gold bikinis. He shuddered in disgust and almost immediately went down, feeling a semblance of control return to him. He risked glancing over at Jess and saw that she was now standing with her purse in hand, a slightly mischievous grin on her freshly lipstick'd mouth. Her skirt was back to its normal length, which wasn't saying much but it was something. He got the feeling she had planned on toying with him and shook his head, shooting her a wry smile.

"You're going to be the death of me. Do you own a single skirt that comes to your knees?" he teased.

She laughed out loud at the question, shaking her head.

"Silly Becker. Of course not."

She winked at him and walked to the lift, letting her bright red skirt sway as she went.