"Happy birthday Becks" Jack ran his hands down Becky's arms, it felt very grounding.

They were both a bit out of their minds after the intensity of the kiss.

"It's actually tomorrow, but thank you" she held his hands.

"Ya got plans?" He manoeuvred them to the empty booth. Her friends had followed them up, but thankfully Liam had had the decency to sit them all a little bit away from Becky and Jack.

"No, this is my plans" Becky smiled. "Did you know I'd be here?"

Jack busied himself pouring them both a drink from the very expensive looking bottle of champagne that was on ice in the centre of the table.

"Yeah, I knew. I spoke to Liam......" He looked at her, inviting eye contact. "I hoped seein' me away from ya work, ya know ya might want to, y'know get to know me...." He smirked "but, if nothing else, I at least wanted to help him make sure ya had a good birthday"

"Are you here on your own?"

"Nah, there's some of me teammates ova there" he gestured to a table with four men sitting looking deep in conversation. They looked very serene for a group of footballers.

"You playing tomorrow?" She took a sip of the champagne.

"Nah played today"

"Did you win?"

"Of course!" He grinned.

"So, have ya got any plans tomorrow? Ya not working are ya?"

"Nooo, no plans, and not working until Tuesday" she screwed her face up. "Ah that makes me sound so sad!"

"Nah, it don' y'know, I know how hard ya work y'know, it's good ya got time......" He trailed off, taking a drink himself, but still watching her.

"So ya not seein' family or anything tomorrow nah?"

"No, my parents live in Wales now, I saw them my last weekend off"

Jack slid so that he was right next to her, thigh to thigh.

His fingers tentatively touched the fabric of her dress at the edge of the cowl neckline.

The lightest brush against the top of the swell of her breast.

"You look stunning tonight"

"Liam told me to dress glam"

"You succeeded" he was now tracing a finger along a strap, stopping at her collarbone and gently caressing along it to her throat. "I mean ya look fuckin' sexy in ya scrubs ya wear at work, an' when ya wore ya propa uniform.....well....." He licked his lips. "But tonight......" He looked at her lips, "can I kiss ya again Becks?"

Becky could do no more than nod, she shifted in her seat as she felt her knickers start to feel wet.

Her pulse quickened as his hand brushed her face gently, his lips met hers in a light feathery kiss.

He pulled back, his pupils dilated.

Every part of Becky's body tingled, she could feel her heart thudding in her chest.

She could hear his breathing over the music.

When his lips next met hers it was like an explosion within her core. She placed a hand on his thick thigh.

She wanted him.

She wanted this man bad.

His hand cupped the back of her neck, she found herself squeezing his thigh, slowly moving upwards and they really went for it.

The kiss got deep, hot and sloppy.

Becky's hand reached his goin and fucking hell he was hard, so hard and his jeans were sooooo tight, surely he must be in pain?

She gave him a little rub and he groaned into her mouth, his own hand grabbing at bare thigh, her dress was almost indecently short, his fingers sneaked beneath the fabric and lightly toyed at the fabric of her knickers.

He must feel that they were wet.

"Fuckin' hell Becks"

So he could feel it......

She squeezed at his bulging dick again.

He pulled away sharply, breathing deeply.

"I wanna be part of ya birthday Becky" his voice was practically pleading with her.

"I'd like that"

He leaned forward over the table, one hand on her thigh still, he topped up their glasses, they looked at each other, sharing a breathy laugh, both knowing that they were literally one more kiss away from ripping each others clothes off and fucking each other right there, in the club, Infront of everyone.

"I need to take ya home right now bab"

"To yours?"

"Yeah I mean I'm easy, if ya wanna go back to yours?"

Becky considered it, she had literally nothing with her to freshen up with apart from a lipstick and a small bottle of perfume.....oh fuck it she thought, it was good enough for Marilyn Monroe....

"Your place sounds fine"

"Gimme 2 secs yeah?" He motioned down to his groin, indicating that he wasn't quite ready to stand up just yet.

They watched each other as they drained their glasses.

Jack fiddled with his phone, sending a text.

"Me driver" he explained at seeing her quizzical look.

Fuck, he had a driver.

Becky was pleased that she had used the beauty voucher her colleagues gave her for a leg wax, and the bikini wax that Liam talked her into, and she realised now it was no coincidence that he had given it to her a week early and insisted she use the voucher before tonight.....

Jack stood up, grabbing his jumper that she hadn't even noticed he had with him.

He held his hand to her and she took it.

One of his friends called out to them "you off Jacky?"

"Yeah bro! See ya laters yeah!"

He turned to Becky "ya mates gonna be ok with ya goin' yeah?"

"Yeah, I think they expected it....." And she's right, because they are waving them off, smiling at Becky knowingly,

"be good babes" Liam pulls her in and kisses her cheek. "I'll leave my phone on all night, just incase babes ok" Becky laughs and kisses him back.

She leads Jack away, but Liam grabs him, yanks him back and whispers something in jack's ear.

For a second, it looks a bit serious, but then they both smile and Liam kisses Jack on the bloody lips, causing Jack to throw his head back in laughter and Tim to playfully slap them both.

Jack allows a bouncer to lead them through a door and down a back staircase to a fire exit. He thanks the bouncer and opens a door to the outside, there's a black mercedes van waiting, Jack opens the door and helps Becky in, being such a gentleman that he actually holds the back of her dress down as she climbs in.

It's not like anything Becky has ever seen before.

Becky sits in a cream leather chair that's more like an armchair, Jack sits next to her, but it's not really next to her because there's a fridge between them, a fridge! There's seats opposite them and two TV screens......purple LED lights glitter across the roof and the seats - the seats, they actually have JG monogrammed into them.

Jack must read her mind because he laughs "please don' judge me bab, it was like the first flashy thing I bought when I got back in the premier league with villa....cos y'know it's wot everyone else I know was doin', gettin' a flashy car to be driven in...."

"Sorry Jack, going straight home?" The driver asks.

"Yeah cheers bud"

"Were you in this when you had the accident?"

Jack held her hand across the unit between them. "I was in me own car, I was jus' drivin' to the stadium....well me old car, it was a write off, this, it kinda works like a taxi, but it's me own car" he stopped talking, he brought her hand to his mouth and started kissing her fingers, one by one.

"What did Liam say to you"

Jack smirked slightly "he told me to fuckin' look afta ya 'cos they all really love ya"

Becky smiled "sounds about right"

"D'ya wanna drink?" Jack pulls the front of the fridge between them and it opens like a drawer.

"Maybe some water actually"

"Jack shall I go to the carpark or round the front?" The driver asks

"Er" Jack leans forward to look out the window, "can ya get outside the door?"

"Yes, it's empty this time of night"

"Yeah drop us here then please bud"

They stop outside an impressive looking building. Jack jumps out and walks around to Becky's side he opens the door and takes her hand, he places his other hand at her hip so he half lifts her out of the car.

"Thank you" she smiles graciously.

She accepts Jacks arm and allows him to lead her into the building.

Fuck it looks like hotel. A concierge greets Jack as he leads Becky to the lift.

He taps on the touchscreen and wraps his arms around her waist.

"Bet no one pisses in this lift" Becky jokes.

The lift doors open, there's only two doors on this floor and a door to the stairwell.

She follows Jack into his apartment.

It suddenfy feels very real.....she feels nervous, she looks down.

Jack takes her hands in his "ya ok?"

"Jack.....I've not had sex for a very long time. I actually think my virginity has maybe grown back" she nervously tucks her hair begind her ear.

Jack looks shocked "Sex? Bab I dunno wot ya thought this was, I thought ya wanted to play with me PlayStation"

Becky laughs, properly laughs and it feels fine again.

"Seriously though, if ya want we can go watch some TV, listen to some moosic...."

"I don't want to do that" she shakes her head at him.

"Nah, ya don' wanna do that no...."

Her pulse quickened again as he brought his lips to her forehead, then the tip of her nose.

A small squeak escaped from Becky's lips as she grabbed at his hair, forcing his mouth to meet hers.

Jack groaned. "ya don' seem too outta practice.....look wot ya doin' to me....." He took her hand and held it to his crotch.

"Ya wanna see me bedroom?" His voice was like silk flowing over gravel, he raised one eyebrow at her.

"I would love to see your bedroom Jack"

He led her silently down the hall to his bedroom, he fiddled with the control panel by the door and the room became softly illuminated around the edges.

The full length window caught her eye, the Manchester skyline was twinkling as far as she could see into the distance

"Wow, it's beautiful"

"Nah, ya beautiful bab" he says, "Shall I keep the curtain open?"

"Will anyone see us?"

"We're on the 33rd floor, no one can see.....unless ya actually wanna do it against the glass"

She looked at him. "Leave them open"

They kissed again, slowly, sensually, there was no rush now, they had all night. Jack nibbled down her neck "jus' so I know now like.....if ya not done this for a while, you're not on the pill then....." He continued kissing and licking along her jaw...

"Actually I am......" She gasped as he sucked lightly just above her breastbone.

"I swear I ain't got Chlamydia or shit, an' ya a nurse so I'm gonna assume ya know ya alright......." His hand was on her breast over her dress.

"I'm good....." She panted.

"Jack can I use your bathroom?"

He pulled back, he pointed behind her nodding, seemingly he'd lost the ability to talk.

Becky walked through the opening he'd pointed to, she found herself in a dressing room, she actually found the sight of jeans and tops abandoned on the floor comforting. The thought that he'd struggled to decide what to wear made him seem more human.

She continued into the bathroom. There were various hair and grooming products strewn around, it didn't look to disimiliar to how she'd left her own bathroom.

She'd left her bag in the hall so couldn't do the whole naked other than a squirt of perfume thing.

She had a wee then gingerly opened a cupboard looking for mouthwash, luckily he had some right at the front. She couldn't help glancing at the contents as she swirled it around her mouth.

She noticed the painkillers. The very ones she had prepared for him when he left hospital. There was still some left. That was good she thought. Good he'd felt better before they ran out.

She looked in the mirror. Her hair was a bit flat, she threw her head upside down and shook out her roots.

Looking back at her reflection. She decided to take her dress off, show him she meant business when she returned.

She draped the dress over the shower screen. Maybe she'd take her bra off too.

She'd always thought that strapless bras never particularly looked sexy, at least they didn't on her anyway. She folded her bra and left it on the vanity unit.

She smiled to herself in the mirror, fuck it, they were wet anyway.......

She took her knickers off too, folding them into her bra.

Feeling slightly tipsy and very confident, Becky walked back into the bedroom totally naked.