Love by Love - 18
Reba had just finished packing their stuff back in their luggage, ready to check out and go home. Brock wrapped his arms around her middle when she looked out the window to the ocean one last time. He kissed her on the side of her head. Reba turned to him and pecked his lips gently.
"Why do you two hug a lot lately?" Cheyenne observed. Reba used to hit him if he stood too close. But lately, Cheyenne noticed they showed a lot of affection.
"I hug her because she's my girlfriend. And I love her." Brock answered his daughter still holding Reba.
"Mom is your girlfriend?" Questioned Kyra.
"Yes... Is that not okay?" Brock was a bit worried that the girls would object. To their relief, Kyra just shrugged. "What happened to your neck?" The girl asked looking at Brock's bruise at the crook of his neck. He brought his hand up to cover it glancing at Reba. She turned red, and that wasn't helping. "Well... Remember when I told you how I want to be an octopus?" Kyra nodded "Your mom decided to be a bat, a vampire, and she bit me." That was probably the quickest excuse he came up with, but it was pretty clever. He was so proud of himself.
"Does that hurt?" Cheyenne was concerned.
"Okie... Let's get going before the breakfast buffet is over." Reba changed the subject, and gathered the kids to leave. "And you, wear a scarf or a turtle neck!"
"In Hawaii?" Cried Brock. Well, thank goodness, a lei would cover it. After breakfast, they had some time to shop for souvenirs before heading off to the airport going back home this evening. Barbra Jean said she would stay a few more days with another dentist she met after the conference: Dr. Gomez. Once every one boarded the plane, Brock gave the kids motion-sickness pills. It helped them relax and fell asleep in no time. The flight attendant came by offering drinks after a few hours of flight. Reba asked for a glass of wine and she ordered one more a bit later. Brock too had a glass of wine.
"You know, drinking in the airplane will make you drunk three times faster than on the ground." Brock warned her before she ordered the third glass feeling she was a bit... in a haze. The air in the plane started to become uncomfortable for Reba. She unbuttoned the two top buttons of her blouse and she rested her head on Brock's shoulder. Brock had a pretty good view right about now. He gently closed the gap of her top, but stopped dead when Reba placed her hand on his inner thigh and lightly caressed it. "Uh... honey..."
"I'm hot," complained Reba about the discomfort.
"You are, and sexy too. So please put those away and move your hand." Eyeing him suggestively, Reba gave him a mischievous grin as she moved her hand... up. "Hu... honey..." Brock stumbled indistinctively. "The kids..." He pointed to the kids who sat next to Reba close to the window.
"They are sleeping." Reba didn't stop the motion of her hand.
"Okay, you're drunk. You too should sleep. Want a pill?" Brock was surprised by how daring she was. She pulled his neck down and crashed her lips on his.
"I love you, Brock." Reba murmured against his lips. Brock kissed her deeply, wondering if she knew she was killing him with her seductiveness. If only they were alone right now. Brock looked around, it was at night, and almost every one was asleep.
"Honey... you don't have to do this okay? But..."
"I'll wait for you in the bathroom." Reba got up and swayed a little. She shook her dizziness away and made her way to the bathroom. Brock followed her a few minutes later.
"Reba..." Brock called her name wanting to ask if she was sure about this. "This is not you."
"I wanted to do this last night, but the kids were there. Now we're alone." Reba said between kisses.
"And now in an airplane full of people." Brock added. "Are you drunk?"
"I had two glasses of wine, and I still know who I am and what I want. Am I drunk?"
"I guess a little..."
"You don't want me?" Reba questioned. Brock spun her around and pinned her against the door.
"I don't want you? Pfft... I want you more than anything in the world, and if you kiss me one more time, there's no turning back." Reba pressed her lips on his immediately after his sentence ended.
Brock put his arm around her shoulder after they came back to their seat. He still smiled from ear to ear. He looked at Reba who rested her head on his shoulder falling asleep. He couldn't believe what just happened. He loved her since he was in college, and she finally gave herself to him at the place he could have never imagine!
Reba was quiet most of the way home, Brock began to worry. After she got settled at home, she did the laundry and dusted the house quietly. Brock started to pace, he didn't know what he had done to make her this upset.
"Honey..."
"Hmm?" Well she didn't entirely give him silent treatment.
"Are you mad at me or something?" Brock tried to bring her into his embrace. Reba pulled away.
"I'm not mad at you."
"And yet, you walk away from me. What's going on? Is it about what we did in the plane?" Reba didn't answer. "It is, isn't it?"
"Look, I know it's not your fault, it's actually my fault. I don't know what had gotten into me. But I regret it."
"You regretted it?" Brock felt like his heart was broken in two. The moment that he had wait forever, and she regretted that she gave in. "You know what, forget it. I'm sorry I wanted you too much to control myself. I should have known, you're drunk and I shouldn't have taken the advantage. I'm sorry."
"Brock..." She called him. Her voice was just above whisper but that didn't stop him from leaving her house. Reba flopped on her couch and buried her face in the palm of her hands. This wasn't supposed to happen.
After coming back from Hawaii, Brock thought his relationship with Reba would be better. But he was wrong. Things were awkward between them: day after day. He loved her. He didn't want to lose her. He especially didn't want her to think that now he got what he longed for and never called again. So he decided that he had to talk to her.
"Reba, can we talk?"
"What is there to talk about?" Reba never showed the sorrow on her face, but he could see it in her eyes that she had been crying herself to sleep.
"I want to know how you really feel? Please tell me, what I did that made you so mad and regret that you had sex with me."
"Can we just forget about it?"
"NO!" Yelled Brock. "You know how long I've been waiting for you? Over 10 years, Reba. And I'm not going to let you call what happened between us 'a mistake'."
"What do you want me to call it? It was our first time; it supposed to be romantic, spending time with each other. It supposed to be making love, not just a quickie in a small airplane washroom!"
"Is that what you regret? That we didn't have time for each other?" Reba nodded, lifting the weight off his shoulders. He smiled and pulled her in to a tight hug. "Oh honey..."
"We were supposed to have our first time in a big bed with pedals of roses sprinkled on top. And a nice room under the moonlight, or maybe some candlelight. Drinking champagne, feeding each other strawberries and whipped cream. We were supposed to spend all night treasuring our present, making love..." Reba dreamt.
"We can still have those." Brock tried to butter her up.
"It wouldn't be the same." She said with a frown.
"Tell you what, why don't we start over. What happened in Hawaii, stays in Hawaii. Why don't we start dating, and when you're ready. We'll have our official first time the way you want it." Reba agreed to idea.
"I thought that expression applied to Vegas?"
Chuckling, Brock kissed her lovingly. "At least I'm relief that it wasn't my performance that made you regret."
"Nha, you were pretty good," remarked Reba slyly.
"Just pretty good? Well we sure have to do that again to prove that I'm not just 'pretty good', but amazing." Reba bashfully smacked his chest. She liked the idea of them starting over at a slow pace.
Brock took her out on several dates, and collected only a good night kiss and he didn't try for anything more. It killed even more now knowing what he had been missing but not allow to have again. Like seeing the most delicious meal in the world was right there before his eyes but he couldn't have a bite. Reba had the same feelings too. So many times she thought about the night their were official members of mile-high club. She remembered every thing: every movement, every kiss, every thrust- touch. Reba corrected herself and blushed at her own thought. Something just dawned on her...
"Brock... We need to talk..." Reba called him at her lunch hour.
"Not with that tone of voice, we don't."
"I'm serious! Come by to my house after work as quickly as you can." Reba demanded. On the way back home, she went to a pharmacy. She had to confirm her suspicion before talking to him. But Brock got to her house before she did.
"Is everything alright, honey?"
"I don't know... Brock... I'm... late..."
"Brock glanced at his watch. Only fifteen minute, not a big deal. Ooww!" Cried Brock when Reba smacked him on the back of his head. She showed him the box she just bought. "Ah. Oh... That..."