Author's Note: Nearly adult, nothing graphic, but let me know if you believe it needs a higher rating.

1530 Words

Chapter Nine, Conclusion, Becker's Birthday

Jess unpacked the picnic stuff, as Becker tried to make-out with her.

"Please!" she cried. "Be patient!"

"I can't, Jess! Leave it for tomorrow," he said, hanging on her waist and kissing her neck.

"Becker! Stop!"

"But...it's my birthday," he said, pouting.

She giggled. "OK. Two minutes. I'll meet you in the bedroom."

"Two minutes. If you aren't in there, I will come out and carry you off like a cave man."

"Ooh...maybe I should wait for that," she said, leering at him.

He smiled. "Two...minutes," he said firmly.

Jess giggled. She put stuff quickly away, then retrieved the last gift she had for him, from the closet.

In the bedroom, Becker had used those two minutes.

Jess walked into a dark room, lighted by candles. He sat on the edge of the bed, in an emerald green robe, silky and trimmed in maroon.

"Oh..." she said. "Hi."

He smiled, and walked over, carrying a pink shopping bag.

"What's this?"

He smiled. "Would you change into what's inside please?"

She dropped open her mouth. "Becker, its your birthday! Besides, I bought something special to wear too."

He smiled. "I guess we'll have to save it for tomorrow, won't we?"

She laughed, and turned red. "Actually," she said, going to a drawer he'd given her for her stuff. "We can still use it." She handed him a jar.

He read out, "Strawberry flavored body paint," He then smiled. "Oh, yes, we can use it."

She blushed. "Thank you, for this," she said, indicating the bag. "I have something for you. I...really hope you like it. It's special."

He took the small box. "Thank you, Jess. I'll love it, I'm sure, but would you mind, changing first?"

She laughed, and nodded. He watched as she took off her dress, grinning in approval. She stood in her light pink bra and panties, opening the bag.

She blushed, and smiled. She took out an emerald and maroon baby doll and panty, matching Becker. She took off the pink underwear, and put on the new lingerie.

The baby doll was plain emerald all the way down to the top of her stomach. Then a lacy, see-through maroon trim took over, but veered off into v-shape, revealing Jess bare midriff.

"Oh...yeah," said Becker.

Jess slid on the panties. "Very nice. Tasteful but sexy as can be. I love it."

"So do I," he said, practically drooling.

She giggled, and kissed him. He picked her up and placed her on the bed. He then crawled beside here.

"Now, will you open the gift?"

He nodded. Becker opened it, as Jess bit her lip.

"Too fancy? Too cliché? Too gold?"

Becker laughed. "No. None of those. I like them. Both."

Becker picked up a gold id bracelet, with black trim. "Becker," was on the front.

"Turn it over."

Becker did. On the back was "Love, Jessica."

He smiled. "How can I not like this? I love it, Jess." He leaned over and kissed her, then slipped on the bracelet.

He took the other part of the gift out. It was a pocket knife. The blades and tools were metal, the main body black and 14 carat gold.

"Wow! Jess!"

She smiled. "The tools and knives all work, and are supposed to be top quality."

"I can tell. Wow, that knife there is sharp. Jess, how much..."

"Uh, uh. Nope. You don't get to ask."

"Seriously, Jess. Are you going to be alright, money-wise?"

She giggled. "How much did you go into debt for my birthday?"

He laughed. "Yeah, but I live like a hermit. You spend all your money on shoes and short skirts."

"This is true. I'm fine. It's not really that much gold."

"Really? You promise?"

"Yes. You'll see me in new shoes and outfits, I swear."

He laughed. "OK, thank you. I do love them. They're both really nice, and this is a brilliant pocket knife. I can totally use this."

She giggled. "I thought so. I'm glad."

He kissed her deeply. "You are an expert shopper."

Her eyes filled with tears. "Oh, Becker, that is so sweet."

He laughed again. "I truly love you."

"I love you."

Becker set the pocket knife on the nightstand, and took her in his arms. She sighed happily. "Happy Birthday, baby."

He smiled. He kissed her neck. "Oh, wait. Forgot."

He scooted to the end of the bed, and came back with the jar of paint.

She giggled. "Good boy."

He smiled. "You know, we don't want to get any on the new lingerie."

"We don't."

She began to push the robe off him, and saw his naked chest. She looked up. "What are you wearing under this?"

He smirked wickedly. "Barely anything."

Her mouth dropped open and she blushed. She pushed the robe off all the way, and squealed. "You're actually wearing bikinis!"

He smirked wickedly back. "Too much?"

"You mean too little, and no way. I...like...a lot." She tried to catch her breath and slow her pulse. "Oh, I'm really excited now."

"You're really covered up, compared to me." He pushed the baby doll gently down her body, kissing as he went. She lifted up her bum and legs, so he could pull it off all the way.

They were both clad in just underpants now. Becker opened the jar, smiling as he did. Jess propped herself up on her elbows and bent up her legs, smiling as she did.

He took the included brush and slowly painted a streak down her breast.

She giggled. "Tickles."

"Hmm. Smells good. Strawberry."

"Be my guest," she said, eyes twinkling.

He smiled, and set down the jar, leaning in to lick.

She giggled.

"Hmm...very tasty. I need more though." He painted the other breast, and down to just above the belly button. He then licked it up.

"Oh...wow...this is.." she stopped. She could barely think. "Incredibly erotic."

"Hmm. Happy birthday to me."

She laughed. "I hate to whine, but when's it my turn?"

He leaned over and kissed her tenderly.

"Ooh, it does taste good," she said.

He smiled, and rolled over beside her. "Watch the chest hair."

"I always watch it. I adore your hair," she said, moving on her knees.

"Just don't get it matted or twisted."

She smiled wickedly as she began to paint. "If I get it matted, then I get to clean you off, with my tongue."

Becker giggled. "I never, ever thought I'd do this. You have power over me, Miss Parker."

"I do," she said, pulling the brush slowly down his chest. "I like this. Paint by Becker."

He laughed. "Careful," he said, as she painted over the hair.

She bit her lip, and looked into his eyes, then bent down, and slowly ran her tongue along his chest.

Becker giggled. "It does tickle." Then he groaned. "Ah...feels good."

She giggled. "Oh, this is...doing something to me."

"Me too."

"I think I'm done playing."

He nodded, "Good," he said.

She smiled, closed the jar and, set it on the table, then returned to Becker for a smoldering kiss. He gently pushed her down, and rolled the panties off her. She did the same to his. She looked into his eyes, as they laid there, naked.

"I love you."

He smiled. "I love you."

They made love. It was a little wild and breathless, but they were both very happy.

"That was...brilliant," said Jess.

"Uh. It was."

He laid on top of her briefly, than rolled them both over. He fell asleep first, and she lay on top of him, smiling. Finally, she drifted asleep, her head happily cushioned by black, curly hair.

Jess woke up a few hours later. No Becker. She found him eating cake.

"I thought you said it was murder on the abs."

"It is, that's why I have to get it out of this house."

She giggled. "By eating it. Brilliant. Let me have some."

He smiled, and fed her with his fork. She sat on his lap, happily sharing the cake.

"I do like that green nightie on you, but I'm curious, what else did you buy?"

"You don't think I'd just wear body paint?"

"No."

She smiled. "It's...shall I show you?"

"Oh, yeah."

She giggled and went to change. A few minutes later, she called, "Becker..."

He went in to find her lounging sexily on the bed in a long black lace nightgown. It wasn't see-through, completely, but the beige of her skin did show through.

Becker stared at the naked, bent leg lying on top of the other, and the longest slit he'd ever seen in a gown. It went well above her hip.

"Oh...my...lord. We aren't getting any sleep tonight."

"Nope."

"We'll be rubbish at work tomorrow."

"Yep."

"Maybe we should call in sick. We're too traumatized by birthday near-death syndrome."

Jess smiled, as he crawled onto the bed.

"Lester won't buy it, but let's try."

He laughed, as he ran his fingers over her naked leg.

"You know, as bad as parts of my birthday were, I definitely look forward to the next."

"Me too, but mine's next. Any ideas?"

"Oh, yeah, but why wait? We can do my favorite one right now."

The End