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Fluff- just for you- but don't worry…the wedding's coming ever nearer!
Double Wedding
Chapter Twenty Eight- Teasing and Tantalising
Becker and Jess were exhausted by both the day's events and the conversation with Becker's parents after the anomaly. Becker had endured his mother's tears over his job and she had demanded in no uncertain terms that he should leave the ARC and work somewhere safer- she was so afraid of losing him. Becker's reply had been terse as he asked her how fighting in a war would be less dangerous, should he be transferred to another regiment. She had no answer to that and just burst into hysterical tears.
Jess had also been at that meeting and had rushed to Elizabeth's side, shooting Becker a look which was full of recriminations that he could have been so unfeeling in his reply to his mother.
Becker sighed. He'd apologised and explained he'd had a long, hard day but there was no way he was going to leave the ARC. People relied on him and he found great satisfaction in his work. Then of course the perks of the job were just too good to be missed- seeing Jess every day in her colourful short dresses being the main one. He didn't voice that thought out loud though, and just smiled to himself as it entered his head. He hugged his mother and patted her back as she finally dried her eyes and looked from him to Jess.
"I understand now why you don't want to wait to get married. I'm still not happy but I won't stand in your way. Hilary- you have one in a million here- she's wonderful! You look after her, or you'll have me to answer to!"
"Don't worry, I will!" Becker smiled.
His father clapped him on his back. "She's a keeper, son!" he laughed. "I'm proud of you both."
Mr and Mrs Becker had finally been escorted back to their own home at Lester's insistence and as they waved goodbye, his mother whispered to Jess.
"That Lester's a very good looking man, isn't he! He'll add a lot of class to your wedding, dear. That was a good choice, anyway! I am happy for you both, but I must be honest and tell you straight that I'll try my best to persuade Hilary to get another job. A nice safe job away from all this… madness. Perhaps a nice bank or insurance company…that would be better for you too dear, don't you think?"
Jess had no time to reply and her mouth opened soundlessly as Elizabeth hurriedly kissed her cheek and left. She shook her head- she couldn't really blame Elizabeth for trying, but she knew Becker would never agree to working in a bank!
As Jess returned to the hub, she smiled as she imagined Becker sitting in a suit and tie behind a desk, hair slicked back, looking a little like Lester. She imagined him punching a button on his intercom, pulling at his tie as he cleared his throat before asking his assistant to join him to 'take a letter'.
The assistant walked into his office in a very tiny skirted grey suit. Her blouse was white with bright red stripes, and she wore a red cravat around her neck. Her hair was tightly tied back in a bun and she wore a pair of black spectacles and bright red lipstick. Her shoes were red stilettos which 'click-clacked' as she entered clutching a notebook and pen in her hand.
"Ah, Miss Parker!" he announced.
"Sir? You wanted me?"
"Take a letter, Miss Parker." he stated.
Jess tottered in her heels up to the chair on the opposite side of the desk to where Becker was seated, but instead of sitting on it, she placed one foot on the seat, displaying a very shapely leg in sheer nylons. She ran her hand down her leg, smoothing her tights before bending down to play with the buckle on her shoe.
Becker tore his eyes from the exposed leg, and looked up at her. Suddenly out of character, he leapt to his feet, loosening his tie and discarding it as he advanced. He grabbed hold of her, pulling the pins out of her hair, which tumbled loosely down her back. He bent her backwards as he brought his lips to hers and…
…
"Well, they've gone home now." Becker's voice interrupted her daydream. "I think my father's quite excited by the ARC and all this…Jess?...Jess? You OK?"
"Oh! Sorry- I was just thinking…about…something…"
"What?"
"Just work, you know…"
"Really? Because you looked like you were ready to kiss someone…"
"What! Don't be ridiculous, Becker! Now, if you don't mind, I need to finish up so we can go home." she stuttered, face pink as she looked at him, eyes travelling to his lips as she longed for him to hold her close and bend her back…moving his lips closer…
"You're doing it again!"
"Doing what?"
"That look, licking your lips…mouth parted…looking like you want…"
"Like I want?" she whispered.
"This!" he said smoulderingly. He pulled her to him, grabbing her around her waist. His lips met hers and he kissed her soundly as she raked her fingers through his hair.
"Hurry and finish up here, Jess." he whispered thickly. "Then we can get home…we've got unfinished business to attend to…"
~~oOOo~~
"Abby!" Connor shouted in excitement. "Abby!"
"What? What's wrong? Is it your leg?" Abby replied leaving the kitchen to come to find him.
"That was the estate agent!" he cried, waving his phone in the air. "Our offer's been accepted! The owner wants a quick sale, and as we can pay cash…oh my God!"
"Wow!" Abby cried, throwing herself at Connor, and hugging him tightly. "That's brilliant."
"I feel…I feel…"
"What? Worried? 'Cos if you are, we don't have to…it's a lot of money."
"No, not worried. Well, maybe a little. And a little scared too. No- I feel…grown up! This is real grown up stuff y'know, Abby."
Abby laughed, but understood exactly what Connor meant. She'd realised back in the beginning that her life would never be the same when she'd first seen that little green coelurosauravus and then the anomalies, but she'd never expected to meet the love of her life, and certainly wouldn't have picked Connor out to be that person.
Since she became pregnant, she often stepped back and looked at Connor and her life in wonderment, asking herself the same question. When had he changed from the ungainly loud student into the man that was now standing in front of her, his eyes moist with unshed tears of happiness and excitement? She'd always found him funny and endearing, like a puppy, but she wished she could pinpoint the actual moment- the second when she'd realised she loved him. She'd pushed him aside pretending she didn't care and missed that most precious instant of realisation.
She really thought it must have been when he met Caroline. Although she had never admitted it out loud to anyone, she had finally come to accept the fact that she had been insanely jealous of the woman. It hadn't just been that she didn't like Caroline as a person- she would have disliked any woman Connor dated.
All that was in the past now and they'd both grown to adulthood in that year in the Cretaceous. Although she'd never, ever want to repeat that experience, she could see that it had brought them closer than either of them could ever imagine. It had cemented a bond between them that could never be broken, although people had tried- Philip and April for example. But although they'd rocked a little, they'd remained solid and overcame it all to come out even stronger.
Goodness, she thought smiling, these hormones were better than any alcoholic drink! Made her philosophical and tender and thoughtful. She'd better watch out, or she'd be going soft!...
~~oOOo~~
Becker and Jess finally arrived back at Jess' flat to find a note propped up in the kitchen to say that Abby and Connor had gone to the pub and they were welcome to join them if they wanted. Jess looked up at Becker and saw a glint in his eye, which had nothing to do with the prospect of going out to the pub.
"Becker!" Jess exclaimed. "I know that look!"
"I don't know what you mean, Jessica!" Becker denied, his smile and the waggling of his eyebrows belying his words.
"Down, boy!" Jess laughed. "I want a nice hot shower and a cup of tea!"
"Sounds perfect." Becker agreed, grabbing Jess by the shoulders, and propelling her towards the bathroom.
"I meant alone!" she protested, laughingly.
"What? Really? Oh I…"
Jess looked up at him and saw him hesitate for a moment. How lovely he was, she thought, wanting to respect her wishes. Her eyes wandered from his concerned ones down to his soft lips, remembering her daydream. Suddenly Becker groaned- there was that look again, he thought. Jess smiled at him, loving the way his body was reacting to her. She put her hand around the back of his head, fingers entwined in his hair and pulled him to her. Just before their mouths touched, she whispered to him, her breath softly caressing his lips.
"I'd love you to join me- just teasing."
His mouth upturned into a huge smile just before he captured hers with his own. When they finally parted, he sighed.
"I've wanted to do that since we were at work! You have a very unprofessional effect on me, Jessica Parker!"
With that he kissed her again, enjoying the taste of her lips. She nipped his lower lip, which sent sparks of desire down his spine, and he moaned against her mouth. She pulled away, caressing the side of his face with her hand as she moved from the door over to a chair where she began to turn her daydream into reality. She placed her foot on the seat, drawing her hands slowly down her leg to her shoe, which she removed slowly, pointing her toes daintily. She changed legs and repeated the action whilst Becker stood transfixed watching her, his eyes following the motion of her hands.
"C…c'm here!" he spluttered.
"Just putting the kettle on!" Jess laughed playfully, waving her shoes which she now held in one hand.
"Jessica Parker! You come here right now!" he exclaimed. "You little…"
"Little?" she queried, hands on hips, a little smile at the corner of her mouth, sending him crazy with desire.
"Vixen!" he managed to mumble.
Jess erupted into a peal of laughter, her eyes dancing as she cried, "Vixen!...First I'm a bug and now I'm a vixen! If it's a vixen you want, Hilary Becker…a vixen you'll get!"
She slowly peeled her cardigan off and threw it directly into Becker's face. As he pulled it from his eyes, he saw her skipping across the room, removing garments as she went, casting each one at him in turn. When her bra flew over towards him landing on his head, he couldn't take it any more and took chase. Jess squealed and ran away from him playfully, shrugging off the last of her clothes and thrusting them towards him.
"Ha! Missed!" he laughed and lunged out at her, just managing to grab her arm. He tried to pull her towards him, but she wriggled out of his grasp and ran naked into the bathroom, not bothering to lock the door behind her.
Becker stood where he was for a moment, a smile spreading over his face. He was such a lucky man! He suddenly heard the spray of water from the shower, and a small head peered around the door.
"Are you going to stand there all day?" she panted. "There's a little vixen in here, just waiting for you!"
"Jess…" he began, but the head disappeared from view. He threw the clothes he was holding down on the settee and almost ran to the bathroom door. Couldn't keep a lady waiting, could he!
~~oOOo~~
Abby and Connor returned from the pub not long afterwards. They were both tired and as Becker and Jess hadn't turned up, they'd decided to go home and enjoy an early night. Connor flopped down onto the settee, his leg throbbing a little.
"Abby- thinking about Becker's parents has made me think I ought to go and see m'mum- about the wedding, I mean. I have spoken to her on the phone, but maybe I should go and see her. Involve her a bit and discuss the colours you've chosen etc. Would you…would you like to come?"
"Oh, thanks Connor." Abby replied. "That would be lovely." Abby had met his mother before, and although Connor's mum was ill, she got on really well with her. She looked a little wistful as she thought about her lack of family. She'd spoken to Jack, of course, and he'd seemed genuinely pleased for her. He'd done a lot of growing up since his escapade into the future, and now had a steady job and girlfriend himself. He'd been thrilled to have been asked to 'give her away' at the wedding, and said he wouldn't miss it for the world, but even now a small part of Abby wondered if he would actually turn up on the day. He'd let her down a lot in the past and she found it very difficult to trust him, even if he was her brother.
"Connor…" she began.
"Yep." he replied popping the 'p' loudly as his attention was drawn to the fact he'd sat on something uncomfortable and was now shifting about on the sofa trying to remove the offending articles without actually standing up.
"I'd like…I'd like to go back to where I used to live when I was younger. Does that seem odd? All this talk of families…I just want to visit my dad's grave. I haven't been back there for years. I'd like to introduce you to him…and remember a time when I was happy before he died and mum changed and met…him. Does that sound stupid? I mean- I know he's dead but I still talk to him in my head. I've told him all about you…"
"Not stupid at all! I still go and talk to Cutter."
"I know." Abby said sadly. She knew how much he missed Cutter "You wouldn't mind then?"
"Course not. I'd love to meet him." Connor said. "Well not as a ghost, though. Nor a zombie ...worst nightmare that- zombies coming at me, arms outstretched…all that decaying flesh. Aargh!" he said, clawing his fingers at the air in front of him, making what he thought were zombie sounds.
"Connor!" Abby laughed, rolling her eyes at his antics. "Cool. We'll go tomorrow then, if you're sure…"
Connor's face suddenly changed and his mouth formed an 'o' as he began wriggling again and finally pulled some clothes out from under him. He held up an item of clothing in his hand, his eyes huge and round as he looked at it. It was a pair of scanty bright red lace panties. He stared at the thing as if he was in two minds whether to be thrilled or embarrassed, as his eyes travelled from them to Abby who was glaring at him. He knew they weren't Abby's, so that meant they had to belong to J….. His mouth dropped open even wider, and he hurriedly tried to shove them back under him, but his hand caught on another garment and he pulled it out, holding it aloft in front of his face…. it was a bright red bra! Abby suddenly stepped forward and snatched it from his hand.
"That's Jess' bra that you're ogling!" she snapped, amazed how jealous she felt at the thought he might find it titillating.
"Oh…I…I thought it was a bit bigger than…" he stuttered, holding out his hands in front of him as if he was holding a woman's bosom. He realised what he was doing and quickly dropped his hands, his face as red as the underwear he'd discovered. "I mean…"
Abby stared at the garment in her hands and Connor closed his eyes for a moment, knowing he'd said something bad…again! He was sure Abby was going to get mad with him, but to his surprise she spoke softly, almost sadly…
"Sorry." she said. "I'm not voluptuous, I know that. I'm more boyish, I know…I bet you'd prefer…"
Connor immediately jumped up, hopping on one leg as he landed badly and aggravated his injury. "No…no…you're perfect! Perfect for me! Look my hands fit …"
Abby looked at him through tear filled eyes and felt the urge to laugh bubble up inside her. He looked ridiculous hopping on one leg, grasping at her breasts, but missing, and clutching at thin air. There was a moment of silence as Connor regained his footing and slowly lowered his hands, and then they both giggled a little self-consciously as the ridiculousness of the situation hit them. Connor pulled her to him as they laughed, and as they gazed into each other's eyes, he took the offending bra from her hands and threw it over his shoulder, where it came to land on the top of a table lamp in the corner.
"I only want you, Abby." he whispered, and took her by the hand and began leading her to their room. "You're the most beautiful woman in the world."
Abby softened immediately and as they entered their room, she closed the door behind them, and removed her top. She looked down at herself in her little pale pink bra uncertainly.
"Do you find this bra sexy…I mean sexy like Jess' one? Am I too…boring?"
"Boring!" Connor spluttered, unable to take his eyes off her. "Boring!"
Connor grabbed her and pulled her tightly to him, and as they clung together, his body let her know exactly how he felt. He passionately kissed her, his tongue exploring her mouth as his desire took control of his senses. She smirked a little in satisfaction as his eyes returned to her figure, taking in her curves and her swollen belly.
"You could never be boring- you…you… just… take my breath away! Abby…I…I mean… I….Argh! Never could string more than two words together when you're near…." he stuttered. "Gonna prove to you how 'un-boring' I think you are. Gonna show you all night long!" he added thickly, passion heavy in his voice.
He pulled Abby onto the bed and as he kissed her again slowly and tenderly, rolling on top of her, he murmured. "Wouldn't mind if you got a red bra though- kinda sexy…" and broke off as she swiped at him.
"What!" he complained, pulling back a little.
Abby laughed, and pulled him back down to her. "Maybe I will!" she whispered "Just for you…"
To Be Continued…
