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Chapter Two, Jess and Becker's Holiday
Jess ran across their cabin to the glass doors opening onto the balcony. "Oh….my…gosh! It's breathtaking!"
Becker chuckled, put down the luggage, and looked toward the balcony.
"You're right, Jess. That view is breathtaking: fresh, shining, beautiful, and so lovely in purple."
"Purple? Becker, the ocean isn't purple! What are you saying?"
Becker stood still, smirking, running his eyes over her.
Jess looked down, at her sparkling deep purple ensemble. "Oh. You're silly," she said. She ran over and took his hand. "Come and look at the real view."
They stood, spray shooting into their faces. "Nice view," said Becker, "but I still prefer the one I was looking at."
She giggled. "Thank you," she said, kissing him. She turned back to the waves. "We're so close! Imagine waking up to this!"
Becker smirked. "Imagine doing other things to this."
"Becker!" she cried, blushing.
He chuckled. "So…what should we do?" he asked, following her back inside. " Unpack? Walk around the decks? Hit the shops?"
Jess smirked. "Let's do…other things."
Becker raised his eyebrow. Jess smiled and jumped on him, knocking him backwards onto the king size bed.
A few hours later, Becker lied on the bed, Jess lounging on his naked chest. "You know," he said, "we're going to have to leave this cabin eventually. For food, at least."
"Uh-uh. Room service."
He smiled. "So, we're spending the entire cruise in this cabin?"
"Would that be awful?"
"No, Jess. It wouldn't. It would be kind of silly."
"Not to mention expensive, even with a discount."
"Yep. So…should we get up and out?"
"Mmm… not yet," she said. "Unless you're…tired."
He smiled, pushed himself up, and gently threw her onto her back. "Not that tired."
She giggled.
Two hours later, their cabin door opened just enough so Becker, dressed only in trousers, could accept delivery of their candlelight Lobster dinner for two, with champagne. The waiter turned to see Becker dragging it inside, and smirked.
After dinner, they sipped their champagne out on the balcony. Jess phoned for dessert, chocolate cake with strawberries. This time she accepted the delivery, wearing a simple sun dress, no makeup, shoes or jewelry. After she brought it all inside, she quickly threw the dress on the floor.
They ate dessert in bed.
Around midnight, they soaked in their Jacuzzi bathtub. They then sat outside in the warm sea air. Not long after, Becker's imagining of what else could be done on the balcony came true.
They spent the next day in the same manner: alone in their room with minimal clothing. The same waiter brought their meals, smirking as he left.
It was the third day, late in the morning. They were still in bed. "Housekeeping is going to kick us out," Jess said sadly.
"It's alright. We should get some sun."
"I do like tanning."
Becker smirked. "I like you tan."
She giggled. "I also want to check out the shops."
"I wouldn't mind a glance at the gym."
"Or the dining room. Maybe they have a chocolate replica of the ship, like they did on my last cruise."
"The one you tried to eat?"
"I did not, Becker! I only thought about it!"
He laughed. "Thanks for not mentioning that we should also meet up with Wallace."
"You're welcome."
They were quiet.
"But we should, you know," she said.
"Ok, so let's get dressed and go out."
She nodded.
"Have anything ugly and matronly you can wear to meet with Wallace?"
"No!"
He chuckled. "Just checking, Jess."
"Let's go to brunch. Wallace said he usually hangs out there."
"Great. I can barf all over him."
"Becker! You promised."
"I promised not to kill him, Jess."
She frowned. "Behave yourself or the rest of your nights may be lonely."
"I'll be good. I promise."
They went to brunch. Jess loaded enough for three people onto her plate. As they sat, a tall young, dark-haired, and good-looking officer came over.
"Jess!" he cried. "You're looking lovely, of course."
Jess jumped up and hugged him. Becker gave a low, almost inaudible growl. "Wallace! It's wonderful to see you! Now, come meet the man I blubbered on and on about."
Becker stood. Wallace smiled and they shook hands.
"So, you're the 'friend,' Jess was so distraught over."
"Yep, that's me," said Becker lightly. "Except I don't think 'friends' describe us anymore."
"No. It doesn't," said Jess.
"Yes, I know. She goes on and on about you," said Wallace. "It's obviously love. Did I mention, Becker, that I think I hate you?"
Becker chuckled. "No. You didn't. I think I hate you too."
Wallace laughed. "I see now that I never had a chance Jess. Your Captain is just too handsome and fit."
Becker laughed. "I see you're getting chunky on cruise food."
They both laughed. Jess sat nervously looking at them. She began to think it was a very bad idea to introduce them.
"Won't you join us?" asked Becker.
Jess stared in disbelief.
"I'd love to, but I already made plans with a charming Japanese lady. What do you say we all meet up later?"
"I can't. I have an appointment at the spa," said Jess.
"I'm free," said Becker, as Jess' eyes grew wide.
"Fine," said Wallace. "I hear you're in the military. What do you say we have a friendly skeet-shooting contest?"
"I don't think…" began Jess.
"That sounds great," said Becker, smiling at her.
"Alright, I'll see you at there at 2? Excellent. Bye, Jess."
"Becker! What are you doing? You promised you wouldn't kill him!"
"I won't." He smirked. "I promise I won't shoot to kill."
"Not acceptable!"
Becker laughed, placing his hands on her shoulders. "Jess, calm down. Skeet shooting is safe. I won't even be aiming at him"
Jess looked doubtful.
"Jess, I'm doing this for you. You want us to be friends, so I'm getting acquainted with him."
She continued to frown. "OK. Thank you," she said finally.
He smiled and kissed her hand. "Besides, humiliation is an excellent weapon."
"Becker!"
Jess sat in the spa. Her eyes nervously went to the clock. It was ten minutes after two o'clock. She was so nervous. She trusted Becker, but…
She tried to relax and enjoy the pedicure and manicure. She couldn't. She scared to death that Wallace would have an 'accident.'
Finally she gave up, and left the spa early. She located the skeet shooting area, and her heart jumped when she saw the crowd that had gathered. She pushed through, and finally located Wallace and Becker, both fine.
Actually, they seemed chummy, laughing and teasing each other.
Wallace shot three skeets in quick succession. The crowd clapped.
"Not bad…" said Becker. "It is only three though."
Wallace laughed and the crowd 'oohed' in reply. "So, how many do you think you can shoot, hey?"
Becker shrugged.
"How 'bout five?" asked Wallace. Becker nodded and five skeet targets flew out. Becker flew them up with only three shots.
"Whoa!" cried Wallace, leading the crowd with clapping and shouting.
Becker smiled.
"OK, hot shot," said Wallace. "Let's give you a real challenge," said Wallace.
He turned Becker around, facing the crowd. They both saw Jess and waved.
"He's not human, Jess!" cried Wallace. "Your boyfriend's got the eyesight of a hawk!"
Becker chuckled.
"Now, we'll just see how good you really are," said Wallace. He handed him a mirror.
"Seriously?"
Wallace nodded. "I dare you."
"Wallace, don't be childish."
"Jess, the man is winning. I'm not being childish. I'm being a poor loser," he said.
The crowd laughed.
"He is a good shot, Wallace."
"Good? Jess, he's blowing me away!" cried Wallace, smirking at his pun.
The crowd booed playfully.
Becker laughed. "Like how humble I'm being, Jess?" he asked, looking at the mirror, then glancing over his shoulder, working out how he'd aim.
Jess laughed. "Wallace, I'm not sure this is fair."
"Of course it isn't!" he cried. "Who wants fair?"
Becker laughed. "I'm ready. Let them fly."
Wallace nodded and two skeet targets flew out, each came from different angles. Becker, with only a mirror, shot backwards and shattered them both.
The crowd went crazy, whooping and hollering. Wallace chuckled hanging his head in defeat. He took Becker's arm and raised it up. "The winner! I concede defeat!"
Becker laughed. "Come on," he said. "The winner will buy the drinks."
"Oh, well in that case, I think I'm warming up to you, Becker."
Jess and Becker laughed. Over drinks, they chatted like old friends, all three of them. Wallace and Becker really hit it off. Jess was ecstatic.
Until Wallace and Becker began spending all their time together. Day three turned into a lonely day for Jess. After drinks, Wallace took Becker on a tour of the engine room and bridge. Jess really didn't want to go, so that was fine.
Then he and Becker talked all through dinner, which was at the Captain's Table. Jess enjoyed being there, but with all the distractions, she felt like Becker wasn't even beside her.
She scolded herself for being a baby. It was far better than Becker wanting to kill Wallace all the time.
Still she hoped they could retreat to the cabin after dinner, just she and Becker, and soak in the tub or cuddle on their balcony.
Instead, Becker insisted they all see a show together. It was a comedy act, and Wallace and Becker were cracking up during it.
She felt like the third wheel.
Maybe she should speak up; after all it was Jess and Becker's holiday, not Wallace's. She didn't. It sounded too petty.
She kept quiet, hoping she'd get Becker alone soon. There was always the night, after all.
Except Wallace and Becker went for a late night run. Then he called, saying they'd met up with a couple blokes, and asked if it was alright if he joined them for poker.
After singing Wallace's praise and pushing him on Becker she couldn't refuse.
Jess was sound asleep when Becker returned. When she awoke the next morning, there was a note that Becker had gone to the gym with Wallace.
"Doesn't Wallace ever work?" Jess grumbled out loud. She decided to wait for Becker in the cabin. She was reading when Becker came back.
"Good news, Jess! Wallace got you booked for a facial peal or whatever."
"Oh. Well that's sweet," said Jess, but she was actually thinking how she'd be alone again.
"Actually, its' a bribe," said Becker. "His job today is chaperoning a deep-sea fishing trip, and he hoped you'd let me join."
"Let you? I'm not your jailer, Becker."
He laughed. "No. Of course not. What do you say?"
She saw how excited he was, and reluctantly nodded. He broke into a wide grin. "When do you go?"
"Ten minutes." He jumped into the shower.
Jess sat sadly on the bed. This holiday was not going as she planned.
End of Chapter Two