Title: An Unusual Taste In Bathroom Products?
Characters/Pairings: Becker/Sarah, Abby
Summary: Why should she feel so bad about lying to Becker? And, more importantly, does he normally smell of strawberries?
Beta read by fififolle
“That was brave,” Becker pointed out as they walked back towards the car, a little ahead of the others. “Stepping in front of my gun to save the knight, I mean. Highly dangerous, but brave.”
Sarah knew all too well that was a dig at her, his vaguely subtle way of telling her not to do it again. Not that she intend to listen to him. She had been right after all.
“Why?” she asked with a grin, using innuendo to deflect what could easily turn into a lecture. “Are you in the habit of going off unexpectedly?”
Becker raised a perfect eyebrow at that but decided to change the subject.
“So? How was it?”
Sarah glanced across at him, momentarily pausing to wonder whether the gun being slung nonchalantly across his shoulder like that was an entirely regulation way of carrying it, or simply designed to look impressive. Probably the latter she assumed and so she decided not to say anything, knowing all about the fragile male ego.
“How was what?” she asked instead.
“Your first trip to an anomaly.”
Her stomach jolted for a moment and she worked hard to keep the mortified guilt from her face. He’d said ‘to’ not ‘through’ she reassured herself. He didn’t know. If he had found out she’d gone through the anomaly alone, he certainly wouldn’t be calmly asking her about it in such a pleasant manner. More like angrily lecturing her on how dangerous it’d been, on how she could have got hurt, how it was his job to protect them and how she wasn’t capable of looking after herself.
He was lucky she found him so damn likable or she would have just hated him.
Burying her shock, she took a subtle breath, making sure her voice was calm and easy when she spoke.
“Oh you know...Ran into a dragon, got kidnapped by a medieval knight...”
“Yes,” he said dryly, managing to keep all trace of amusement off his face, “I thought I was going to have to do something heroic again there, like come in and rescue you.”
She looked at him, arching an ‘are you serious?’ eyebrow.
He just shrugged, a hint of a grin breaking through.
“I can’t help it if I’m your hero.”
She knew he was teasing her and so she smiled knowingly and said nothing, not wanting to give him any more ammunition. He’d been ribbing her about that for a couple of weeks now and it seemed that he wasn’t going to tire of it any time soon. Not that she really minded, much to her own annoyance.
“One thing though,” he continued after a moment of silence, “what was with the dress?”
She looked at him, struggling to understand if she was just getting very good at reading him or if he’d in fact make an awful poker player. Either way, the hint of suspicion underlying his question seemed quite obvious to her. He clearly assumed that she’d at least intended upon going through the anomaly.
There was no need to admit anything though, she reasoned.
“Dress?” she asked innocently, trying to make it sound like something she’d forgotten about, when in fact she was simply delaying whilst her mind hurriedly thought of an excuse.
She wasn’t exactly surprised when Becker didn’t let her off that easily. He wasn’t stupid, after all.
“The medieval get up you had on when you came to see me and Abby,” he expanded, obviously being careful not to sound too accusing. “The one you tore off. I mean, not that I mind you ripping your clothes off in front of me but...”
Sarah grinned a little, wondering if he realised that his inability to resist casual flirtation did his investigation no favours at all. It just made her feel strangely more at ease, an explanation coming to mind at once now she wasn’t so flustered.
“I just thought it might help me communicate with Sir William,” she lied with a light shrug. “You know, seeing something a bit more familiar.”
“So, why did you take it off?” Becker pressed, apparently not quite buying that.
He really wasn’t stupid. But she was getting very good at handling him.
“Didn’t suit me,” she said, half way between coy and flirtatious. It worked like a charm.
“Oh I wouldn’t say that...” Becker disagreed with a grin, the actual reason for the conversation brushed aside as he took the opportunity she’d presented him with.
Sarah felt a little relieved, not wanting to have got into an argument with him. She still felt guilty though, but now about lying to him instead of for sneaking through the anomaly in the first place. Far guiltier than she’d felt about blatantly lying to Danny.
She had a reasonable idea why that was the case.
No, this was no good. She’d have to ease her conscience somehow, find a way to unwittingly make it up to Becker later. She smiled to herself as several ideas sprung to mind, although she wasn’t sure how shocked he’d be about them...After all, he might be a poor innocent little boy under all that bravado.
Somehow she doubted it though.
As they arrived at the car, with her still vaguely wondering what he might do if she really did rip her clothes off in front of him, he gallantly reached across and opened the door for her. As he did so, Sarah caught an unmistakable hint of something and she looked at him, frowning in confusion, everything else suddenly forgotten.
“What?” Becker asked, instantly frowning as well.
“You smell of strawberries,” she stated in bemusement. What on earth had he been up to? She couldn’t exactly imagine him using strawberry scented body products after all.
“No, I don’t,” he said, face crunching with the force of his denial.
“I beg to differ,” she argued with a small laugh.
She leaned a little closer, sniffing lightly at his uniform, finding the sweet scent clearly there. She could feel his gaze on her and, quite deliberately, she moved up a little further, smelling the skin at his neck. Just testing, seeing if she could knock him off guard.
Glancing up to meet his gaze and seeing something new and interesting in his dark eyes, it became apparent that she could.
“Definitely strawberries,” she said quietly, suddenly wondering how he might react if she kissed him.
The idea certainly was tempting and not just because he might taste of strawberries.
A laugh ruined the moment before she could give in though, and they both turned to see Abby looking at them in amusement.
“Sorry,” she said, grinning widely, holding up her hands, “didn’t mean to interrupt.”
Becker looked mildly uncomfortable whilst Sarah just smiled in return.
“He smells of strawberries,” she explained, as though that was the answer to everything.
Abby laughed again, but if she did know why that was the case, she certainly didn’t see the need to come to his rescue.
“Come on,” Becker said, holding open the door for Sarah, regaining his composure. “I need to get back to the ARC and splash myself with something a bit more masculine.”
Sarah grinned, brushing past him closely as she climbed into the car.
“I’ll be sure to come and judge that for myself later...”
Becker grinned too.
“Do you have a thing about smelling me, Dr Page?”
“Oh, you’d be surprised at my wicked ways...”