Becky woke first, the room was in darkness, but the clock next to her told her it was nearly 10am. Jack must have closed the curtains afterall at some point.

Jack was soundly sleeping, and she didn't want to disturb him, but she'd never been one for laying in bed once she was awake.

She went into the bathroom and washed her face, removing the panda eyes. At least, having seen her at work, he'd already seen her minus make up several times.

She grabbed her knickers and put them on, but decided against putting her dress back on. Instead she crept back into the bedroom and claimed the t-shirt Jack had been wearing last night. It smelt of him.

Devine.

She crept out of the bedroom gently closing the door behind her.

She picked her bag up from the hall and continued into the open plan kitchen/diner/lounge.

It wasn't overly huge, but it was very impressive, with large full length Windows giving her a panoramic view of the city.

She turned her attention to the kitchen and filled the kettle.

Opening the fridge she found some milk. The rest of the fridge was incredibly sparse, but what was there was very healthy.

Teabags, where would he keep teabags.....she opened the cupboard directly above the kettle and was pleased to see the teabags and mugs.

Spoon.....she opened the messiest cutlery draw she'd ever seen in her life, and that included staff and student kitchens....who doesn't have a cutlery tray? Surely a flat of this calibre would at least come a cutlery tray?

Becky sat on the sofa turned to her phone. 3% battery. She leaned over the sofa. Of course there was a charger plugged in next to the most worn looking seat.

She smiled reading through her birthday messages and texts.

She replied to Liam assuring him she was fine, had had a wonderful night and Jack was not secretly a weird physcopath.

She glanced around, the apartment was very clean, the kitchen spotless, the windows gleaming, floor sparkling, but it was typically messy, empty glasses on the coffee table, jumpers dumped on the dining table paperwork left on the sofa.

She bet he had a cleaner, someone to come in and clean and in-between visits the 'stuff' probably built up.

She glanced at the paperwork next to her, it was a monthly calendar print out on Manchester city headed paper.

It had his fixtures and training schedule colour coded. Scrawled in his handwriting he'd written 'chinawhite' across the match details for yesterday and on today 'becks bday' she smiled, so he had actually known it was today.

At the bottom of the page was more handwriting 'CW' plus a phone number and '12+5 10pm' then underneath another phone number that she recognised as Liam's.

So Liam had got Jack to book them into chinawhite.

She smiled at how sweet he was.

She noticed the next appointment detailed was Tuesday '7am Training'.

In front of the TV there was two photos, one of him with his family, his parents, brother and two sisters. The other was of him holding a fluffy dog. The dog he had had with his ex she remembered.

Strewn along the floor in front of the TV were a pile of games and game controllers.

She smiled to herself, his basic-ness actually a stark contrast to the luxurious flat.

"Mornin' beautiful" came his deep voice from the doorway.

She turned, he was naked but for his pants "ya alright? How long ya been up?"

"Only half hour, hope you don't mind I made myself a cup of tea"

"Course I don' mind, silly"

She watched him pour himself some orange juice.

"Jack? Did Liam ask you to book last night for him?"

"Yeah, I'm glad he did"

"I'm glad he did too" they both smiled. "Whaddya wan' for breakfast? Well I s'pose it's like brunch now innit?"

"Not sure, what you got?"

"Nah, there's chefs downstairs, I'll order summat up, seriously anythin' ya want"

"Chefs? This place is like a hotel Jack!"

"Yeah, it is kinda, it belongs to the club really, I was supposed to be moved out by now, but the accident...... an' I can't find anywhere I really really like an' it's convenient 'ere, I like bein' close to everythin' y'know?"

"What are you having?" She asked him.

"Me, I'll have an omlette, but, fuckin' protein innit....seriously have wot ya want"

"Would it be really boring to just have a bacon butty?"

"Nah! Course it ain't! Wot bread d'ya want?"

Eventually the decisions on breakfast were made and Jack ordered the food.

He produced a t-shirt from one of the dining chairs and they sat in their matching attire flicking through TV channels.

Jack absentmindedly ran his hand up Becky's thigh. "So afta we've eaten wot d'ya wanna do? D'ya wanna go somewhere? Do summat, jus' chill......go back to bed an' let me fuck ya all day....."

His eyes glinted with mischief.

"The last option sounds good....."

"Yeah, ya sure?" He was grinning like a bloody Cheshire Cat.

"Yeah.......I think we've wasted enough time, now I'm here I want to" she paused "continue...."

"Me too" and he was about to kiss her, to pull her onto him, to let her know that the blood was starting to run back to his groin......but the door went, so he jumped up to collect their food, swearing quietly under his breath.

Becky finished her breakfast and felt stuffed. "Jack, as much as I want to go back to bed, I think I'd give myself indigestion after that"

"Same! Glad ya said it first!" He sat back in his chair and patted his belly to demonstrate, making Becky laugh.

"Ah shit! Fuck sake, I forgot! Wait there"

She watched him get up and disapear into one of the several doors in the hallway that she had no idea what lay behind.

He returned with a small gift bag and placed it in front of her.

"Now don' go gettin' too excited, cos it ain't much, but I couldn't risk that ya might be here on ya birthday an' not 'ave summat for ya to open"

Becky smiled wildly, it didn't matter what the gift was, but just the fact he had even thought that meant everything.

She gingerly pulled the tissue paper out, inside was a large bottle of her favourite perfume, along with a matching body lotion, hand cream and shower gel.

"Bloody hell Jack! Thank you so much, how did you know this was my favourite?"

"How'd ya think?" He raised his eyebrows.

"Liam?"

Jack nodded "I smelt it instantly on ya last night, why I got a little nudge on so quick!" Becky giggled at his phrase.

She'd got a pretty good picture of his personality from their exchanges the past few months, but actually being with him was something else, she loved how simple he was, and not in an intellectual way, but in that to him things either where, or they wheren't. You did or you didn't. He didn't over complicate things and she liked that. She liked that a lot.

She knew herself well enough to know that was exactly the balance she needed.

"I think me breakfast has gone down ya know...." Jack said gruffly.

Becky stood up to wrap her arms around his neck, they kissed neither really caring about morning after and breakfast breath. It was sloppy and wet and lazy and perfect.

Jack grabbed Becky's hips and picked her up, reflexively she wrapped her legs around his waist and held onto his shoulders, continuing the sloppy kiss, but he didn't move towards the bedroom, instead he put her down on the table and pulled his t-shirt off over her head, taking her breasts in his hands and moulding them to his palms.

He noticed her glance out of the window, there was other tall buildings opposite on this side of the apartment.

Jack pulled back, took her face in his hand and turned her to look at him "the windows are mirrored outside......no one can see in, unless it's dark an' the lights inside are really really bright" he smirked "durin' the day I literally could bang ya against the glass an' no one would know"

She pulled him back, she pulled his t-shirt off and ran her hands down his chest. "You've got an amazing body Jack"

"Yeah, I've got an amazin' body here too" he squeezed her to make sure she realised he meant her.

In response Becky put her head on his shoulder and started to suck at his skin.

He pushed her legs wide apart to stand between her thighs, his fingers teased her over the material of her knickers "ya know these are soaked yeah?" He asked her.

"Yeah.....your fault"

He pulled them to the side and plunged his fingers into her, causing her to yelp.

He took a fistful of her hair and pulled lightly, forcing her head up and back to look at him.

He watched her as he finger fucked her on the dinning table, with the backdrop of the city behind her.

"I wanna make ya come so many times today Becks that ya not gonna be able to walk tomorrow......."

There was something about his tone, his slight roughness that made her feel like she was being destroyed, she loved it.

She had to be so caring and gentle in her daily work that this roughness was doing things to her she'd not felt before.

"Challenge accepted" she told him as she bit his shoulder and scratched at his back, making him ram and twist his fingers within her harder.

She cried out.

He felt her twitch around him.

"Yeah, d'ya like it rough Becky?"

"Hmmm-mmmm"

"Ya want it rough?"

"Yes"

"Tell me, tell me properly"

"I want it rough....."

"Nah, I'm not sure ya do bab....."

Becky was so fucking turned on.

"I want it rough! I want you to fuck me hard Jack!"

"There we go.....now I know ya mean it" He grabbed her, pulling her off of the table, he kissed her hard, his teeth catching her bottom lip before he turned her around and pushed her over the table, squashing her breasts to the cold surface. One hand held her down between her shoulder blades, the other grasping at her hip, her thigh, her buttocks as he roughly entered her making her scream out.

"Yes Jack!!" She cried, as he fucked her harder than she had ever been fucked before.

She screamed as he railed her repeatedly, within minutes she felt like she was going to burst, the way he held her down, she couldn't move, but that just turned her on more. She was sweating at the depth and intensity of his thrusts, the fucking power he had in his thighs as he pummeled into her, she could hear him panting, his fingers digging into her arse cheek was surely going to bruise.

The sensation built up within her, until she was sure she couldn't take anymore.

She erupted within, losing her mind and momentarily not knowing what was happening

She cried his name as he rammed into her again and again as hard as he could. He roared loudly as he came himself and his heavy body shook uncontrollably over hers.

Then they were both standing and he was kissing her and stroking her, being so tender and and gentle.....such a contrast, bringing her down from the euphoric high and soothing her.

Her senses returned. "fuck that was amazing" she told him.

He was still panting, his chest rising and falling fast as she rested her head against him.

"No, YOU are the fuckin' amazin' one Becks"