A/N: And so my friends, we've reached the end of our tale. What lies herein? Well, the reason for the rating, of course (last chapter was just a teaser). ;) Actually, it's my first time submitting something like this, so I'm a wee bit nervous - not just for the reception from you all, but also because of the writing rules on the site. I don't think it's too bad (I've seen stories that have included scenes that are FAR more explicit than this one), but you never know. In any case, thank you all so very much for reading my silly little story, and for all of the kind reviews as well. I'm working on my new Primeval story as we speak, but may post something totally different (an HP one I've had on my hard drive for a few years now) in between my new writing. We'll see. Hope you enjoy the end of 'Wicked'! :)
********** For Good **********
"There you are!" Emily shouted over the crowd as Becker and Jess entered the pub. "We were starting to think you'd forgotten about us."
"Never!" Jess replied cheerfully as they came to a stop at the table. Becker signalled the bartender for their usual drinks before helping Jess slip her coat off and hanging it on the back of her chair as he pulled it out for her. She eased into the seat, thanking him, and shifted over to make sure he had enough room to get into his own chair. In doing so, she missed the curious looks from the others at the table.
Matt decided to go easy on them for a bit. "So how does it feel to be the hit of the ARC?"
Jess grinned. "Like I've just won the lottery," she answered truthfully. "I can't stop smiling."
"Yeah, because the show's the only reason," Connor muttered under his breath, earning his an elbow in the ribs from Abby.
"What was that Connor?" Becker asked as his and Jess' drinks were delivered to the table.
"Nothing of importance," Connor answered.
Becker nodded suspiciously, and raised his glass, prompting everyone to join him. "To a massive success of a show. You should all be very proud of what you've done." They all clinked glasses and took a deep sip. Jess noticed that Abby wasn't drinking her usual pint and sent her a wink. The blonde looked over at her better(?) half and he nodded at her gaze.
"So we have something we want to tell you guys," she began.
"You're eloping?" Matt said, not missing a beat.
"No," Abby replied, opening her mouth to try again.
"You're going on vacation back to the Cretaecous?" from Emily.
"No," Connor answered.
"Connor's finally admitted to only having half a brain?" Becker joked.
"No," both Abby and Connor replied, getting more and more frustrated.
"You're finally getting a flat of your own!" Jess exclaimed knowingly.
"I'm pregnant!" Abby shouted, silencing the entire table and causing Connor to grin like an idiot. Half a second later, once it sank in, everyone shrieked and shouted and hugged and congratulated them.
"I thought you weren't going to say anything for another couple of weeks," Jess said softly to Abby as she hugged her.
"I know, but I couldn't keep it in," Abby replied, shrugging sheepishly. "It's been too good a day." The girls grinned at each other.
"That explains why you're not drinking!" Emily deduced.
"And here we thought you were just feeling the after-effects of nervousness," Matt stated.
Becker had watched Jess out of the corner of his eye this whole time, and now leaned in to speak straight to her without the others hearing. "You knew, didn't you?"
She turned to him, a bit startled that he was as close to her face as he was, but smiled nonetheless and nodded. "I suspected. Abby confirmed it for me earlier tonight."
"And you managed to keep it quiet?"
"Don't sound so shocked. Connor still doesn't know your first name, does he?" she said with a wink. He nodded after a brief moment of thought, and then smiled at her, warming her on the inside.
"And just what is going on here?" Abby said conspiratorially, eyeing the exchange between Jess and Becker. "Is there something you two would like to share with the class?"
The pair turned towards her, a very faint blush decorating Jess' cheeks, but just smiled. Abby noted that their bodies stayed in constant contact the whole time, and also made note that she'd never seen Becker look so at ease. Everyone at the table had looked over at them, and it seemed that they all knew without the pair in question having to say a word.
"Well it's about bloody time," Connor stated under his breath. Matt clapped him on the back as Abby elbowed him in the ribs, and he collapsed into a coughing fit, causing everyone else to laugh heartily.
The rest of the evening progressed with a lot of chatter and laughter. Everything was fair game, including the new, unannounced relationship between Jess and Becker. They kept their comments to themselves, never admitting or denying anything, but stayed very physically close to each other over the course of the night. Becker draped his hand over the back of Jess' chair and played with her hair quite a bit, and her hand would often rest on his leg under the table. It was a lovely way to end a great night.
Once they'd had their fill, everyone headed outside to say their goodbyes. Matt and Emily left first, hands clasped tightly as they hailed a cab for their place. Connor and Abby also caught a cab, bidding Jess and Becker goodbye as they headed to the new flat they had taken possession of the week before. They had already started moving things over from Jess' place, so they decided to spend the night there.
Left alone on the corner, Jess let Becker pull her into his arms and rest his chin on the top of her head. She breathed in his wonderful scent and let herself be swept up in the feelings that she was finally allowed to express.
"May I escort you home, Miss Parker?" he asked, brushing the top of her head with a kiss.
Jess turned her face upward and brought her own lips to his. "Of course." Smiling and talking quietly, the two of them headed back to the ARC for Becker's SUV, at which point he headed in the direction of Jess' flat.
Despite her protests that she was perfectly safe, he insisted on walking her to the door. While she outwardly made a fuss, the girly-girl on the inside was squealing with delight at the idea of keeping him by her side just a few minutes longer.
"This is me," she said unnecessarily as they arrived at her doorstep. He smiled knowingly, and she wondered if she hadn't been the only one to look up everyone's personal addresses. Wordlessly, he leaned over and kissed her lightly. She moved closer to him and placed her hands on his chest as she kissed him back. When they parted after a long moment, she smiled up at him, not wanting him to go just yet. "Do you want to come in for another beer?" she asked sweetly.
He looked deep into her eyes, trying to see if there were any ulterior motives behind their innocent expression. While he knew that joining her in her small apartment alone probably wasn't the best move if he wanted to take things slow, at that moment he really didn't care. He'd waited far too long to get her into his arms and he just wasn't at the point of the night where he was ready to let go. He nodded, and she smiled as she turned to open the door.
She immediately went to the fridge and pulled out two bottles, handing both to him as she went about putting her roses in a small vase. Once finished, she turned to find him standing near the kitchen watching and waiting. She took his hand and led him over to her little sitting area. For a while they sat together on the couch, cuddling while watching a movie on TV and talking softly back and forth. It was lovely and normal, which is what both of them had craved for so long. But after a while, Becker's hand began unconsciously drawing circles on Jess' upper arm, causing gooseflesh to appear underneath her sleeve. She leaned in closer to his body, trying to focus on the movie in front of her. But he was so distracting…
It didn't take much longer for her control to break. She sat up and calmly took the beer from his hand, placing it next to hers on the small coffee table in front of them. He gave her a slightly confused look that vanished when she lunged at him, attacking his mouth with her own. He paused for just a second before wrapping his arms around her and pulling her closer. Before either of them was aware of what was happening, she was suddenly underneath him on the couch, his warm body pressing her down into the soft cushions as their kisses grew more desperate.
Becker hissed at the unexpected feeling of Jess' fingernails lightly scraping along his lower back under his t-shirt. He shifted his position over her, and grabbed at her thigh. He hauled her leg over his hip, and ground his hips into hers as he licked at the inside of her mouth. She gripped his back harder as she moaned into his mouth and tugged at the hem of his shirt. She managed to distract him enough for him to help her pull it over his head, and she tossed it over the back of the couch as his hands found their way to her breasts.
Jess gasped at the sensation of Becker's fingers flexing over her cloth-covered flesh. She arched into his touch, and pulled his head back down to hers for another kiss. He took advantage of her shift, and wrapped his arms around her waist as he sat back up on the couch. He rose up to his knees on the soft leather, and helped divest her of her turtleneck. As he yanked it over her head, she heard him muttering something about 'in the way', causing her to smile slightly.
She suddenly found herself straddling his lap on her couch; never in a million years did she ever imagine she'd end up in this position. Jess brought her hands up to fist in his hair, but paused briefly when she caught him staring at her neck. His fingers came around and gently stroked the skin he had marked earlier in the night.
"Admiring your handiwork?" Jess asked teasingly, her voice laced with desire.
The left side of his mouth quirked up in a slight smile. He traced the shape of the bruise, looking at it intently. "I kinda like this," he whispered. When she looked at him curiously, he leaned over and kissed the stain on her skin. "You being marked by me…"
There were so many sarcastic comments she could have made, but Jess held her tongue…or rather, she smiled and took said tongue and moved it so it was back in his mouth. They resumed their kiss as he lifted her higher into his lap before pushing off the couch and standing. She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist and pulled back enough to say five small words.
"Second door on the left."
He pressed her close to him and continued kissing her as he stealthily moved to her bedroom door. After closing it with a kick (just in case Abby and Connor did decide to return to Jess' flat that night), he hurriedly tossed her onto her bed. She let out a giggle that quickly turned into another moan as he laid himself out on top of her, his fingers playing with the snap on her jeans. Unfastening them, he gave her a wolfish grin and went back to her neck. He kissed down her collarbone and throat, finding himself gently nipping at the skin at the centre of her chest. His mind was telling him that this was moving far too fast, and that he shouldn't take advantage of her. But his heart and body were arguing (very convincingly) that if she wasn't all for this, then that episode in the locker room never would have happened and he wouldn't be here.
Jess noticed his slight hesitation, and brought a hand up to stroke his cheek as she twined her legs around the backs of his. "You ok?" she asked when he looked up at her. "You're thinking awfully loudly."
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Becker asked, concern leaking into his voice. "I don't want you regretting any of this, and this is quite a bit farther than I had planned on for tonight."
She giggled, and he gazed at her in confusion. "You're asking me this now?" she queried, glancing down at the position they were in. He followed her line of sight and chuckled softly.
"Well you know, I have proven that I'm just a bit on the slow side when it comes to women," he stated. The blunt honesty in his teasing tone caused her to laugh whole-heartedly. He grinned at her reaction, loving the sound and the fact that he'd brought it out of her. She tried to apologize, but could barely get it out through the giggles. Once she'd calmed a bit, he changed his expression back to a serious one, and brought his eyes to hers again. "I just don't want to take advantage of you."
"You're not," she said, gently rolling her hips into his and causing him to drop his head and his eyes to close with lust. "I'm right here with you."
When he looked back up at her, his eyes were black with passion. "Jess, if I kiss you again, I won't ever be able to stop."
Her hands were on his cheeks as she brought her lips close to the side of his face. She let her breath tease his ear and felt him tense over her. "I don't ever want you to stop," she whispered as she leaned in to nip at the lobe.
That was all the reassurance he needed as he wrenched his face out of her grasp and kissed her roughly. Her hands went for his waist as his reached around her back and unclasped the scrap of blue lace that was covering her upper body. She'd managed to get his belt buckle and pants undone before he raised her hands above her head to remove the offending garment. He once again kissed down her neck and then moved his mouth to take in the tip of her creamy breast. Jess let out an impassioned cry at the contact, and he used the distraction to push her jeans down over her hips. Pulling away from her just long enough to yank them down her legs and off, he came right back up and began feasting on her other breast. She gasped once more and raised her hips to grind against him, feeling him harden against her body. He was surprised by the move, and Jess used that to her tactical advantage. Hooking her legs around him again, she managed to flip him over on the bed.
Becker was both impressed and incredibly turned on by the move. Jess was now straddling his waist, and the glint in her eyes looked positively evil. She began her assault immediately, leaning in to brush her lips teasingly along his neck. She alternated her lips and tongue as she descended his body, paying close attention to the spots that made him flinch. Becker threaded his hands into her silken hair and tried to keep his calm as best he could. He felt her hands somewhere near the edge of his trousers, but couldn't really concentrate on anything other than Jess' lips. His past partners had never been this attentive to him, always more focused on their own pleasure. His Jess really was something else…
He hadn't even realized that she'd removed the last of his clothing until he felt her lips close around him. He let out a shout and his entire body jerked in surprise. Jess let her tongue and teeth gently stroke the sides of his shaft, and she couldn't help but smirk at the terribly vulgar words that flew from his lips because of her actions. She slowly set up a rhythm, bobbing her head up and down over him as he just kept repeating his moans of her name over and over. She could tell that he was trying desperately to cling to some semblance of sanity, but she wanted to make him lose his mind with ecstasy. So she increased her pace and pressure a bit. Becker's hands grabbed at her long hair, trying to pull her up to him, and she could feel his hips trying so hard not to thrust into her mouth. Jess pulled off of him for a few seconds, and looked up to meet his heavily-lidded gaze.
"Let go," she commanded before dropping her mouth over him again. As soon as she said those two small words, Becker knew that he would obey; it felt too good to not do as she wanted. His head fell back against the bed as she continued, and like the good soldier he was, he followed her orders. Within a mere few minutes, he was clutching the back of her head and shouting her name to the heavens as he came. Jess never broke her pace, lapping up his essence once he was done. Then, when she felt his hands drop away from her head as he tried to collect himself, she began her slow, tantalizing ascent up his beautiful body, kissing and licking the contours of his muscles as she went.
Becker forced his breathing back into a normal pattern as Jess climbed up his body, looking like the cat who'd just swallowed the canary. The look in her eyes was positively sinful, and that coupled with the dangerous smirk on her face half-hidden by her tousled hair was probably the sexiest sight he'd ever seen. Suddenly forgetting his exhaustion, he grabbed her upper arms and brought her up to lay across his body, slamming her lips to his.
And suddenly he felt drunk. If someone had tried to tell him that he'd actually enjoy the taste of himself, he would have sworn up and down that they were nuts. But as he tasted himself on Jess' lips, mingled with her own intoxicating spicy flavour, he was surprised at the fact that he actually didn't mind it; so much so that he could feel himself hardening again (already!).
Feeling that he'd given Jess enough control for the time being, he took advantage of her position atop him to roll them over on her bed. He pulled back from their kiss and gazed down at his beautiful Jess; hair splayed out over the comforter, eyes hazy and passion-filled, swollen lips and flushed skin. He knew in that moment that he'd never be happy with anyone else. Sure, he'd been leaning towards that train of though for a while now, but this one moment solidified it for him. She was it. There would never be anyone else who could make him feel this way.
As the emotions swelled in his chest, his hands slid sensually down her sides, drawing a long gasp from her parted lips. Becker slipped her last remaining article of clothing down her legs, ignoring the fabric as it fell to the ground. His fingertips skimmed the soft, smooth skin on her lovely legs, trying to feel as much of them as they could. As he felt her start to squirm under his touch, his lips were drawn to her throat and chest again. He nipped and licked and sucked and even bit her delicate skin. She hissed his name again in pleasure, and he revelled in the fact that it still sounded amazing coming from her.
His fingers had finally made it up to her thighs, and he could feel her trying to push her body into a position where he would be touching her where she wanted it the most. He brought his hand teasingly close to her centre, and she alternated between gasps and moans as he got closer with each stroke. Then, without warning, his fingers were inside her and she shrieked in ecstasy. She moaned his name again and again as he slowly stroked her walls, his thumb coming up to tease the sensitive bundle of nerves above. Her entire body arched up at his touch, and Becker had to rest one of his hips against hers to keep her from moving out of his reach. As his fingers started moving faster, her voice got louder and louder with every press of his digits, and it didn't take long at all before she suddenly came apart in his arms with a scream. Her body convulsed around his hand, but he didn't stop moving his fingers, even when she begged him to stop because it was too much. Less than a minute later, she was shouting his name again as she came once more.
She collapsed against the soft bedcovers, her body feeling completely boneless. He withdrew his hand from her, and she opened her eyes in time to see him licking his fingers clean. The shivers that flew up and down her body at the sight were more powerful than she'd expected, and she felt herself getting aroused all over again. As he finished what he was doing, her fingers came up to stroke the skin that covered his muscular chest and abs, and she somehow managed to find the strength to sit up and crush her mouth to his in a searing kiss.
Becker's hands came around her back as he pushed her back down onto the bed, laying himself fully on top of her once more. He used his knee to push her legs just a little further apart, and then looked her dead in the eye, asking for this one last permission. Jess nodded, almost imperceptibly, and he wasted no time, kissing her passionately as he thrust inside of her for the first time. They both cried into the other's mouth, the sensation of finally being joined together like this quickly becoming overwhelming. Like everything else he'd done to her so far, Becker set the pace slowly, giving her the chance to get used to him.
When Jess started raising her hips to meet his, their pace increased. She ran her nails along the skin of his back, not hard enough to draw blood, but wanting to mark him like he had earlier with her. Their tongues battled for dominance in their kiss as their bodies mimicked the actions of their mouths. Both of them knew that they had been so turned on by their foreplay that this wouldn't last long. But neither of them cared because it felt too damn good.
Becker's thrusts were becoming harder and sharper, and Jess loved every second of it. Their breathing became heavier between kisses as the passion mounted. Jess couldn't believe how fast her body was readying for that cliff jump again, so soon after his earlier torment. She knew she couldn't take much more, and only hoped that she lasted long enough to go over the edge with him. She had no idea that he was thinking the exact same thing. Jess had tangled her legs around the backs of his thighs and braced her feet against the bed to help give her more leverage. She met him stroke for stroke as their movements got sloppier the closer they got to their ultimate end.
Becker realized how close she was when she started to scream his name. A wave of relief washed over him as their movements became completely erratic. He felt her inner walls start to clench around him, and that was all it took to bring him right to where she was. The orgasm washed over both of them as they shouted for the other, hands scrabbling at bare skin as they continued their thrusts. Their bodies convulsed and contracted, but not once did they sever contact as the spasms wracked their bodies.
A few moments later, completely spent, Jess' fingers released their vice grip on Becker's shoulders, and she allowed her body to relax against the bed. He half-collapsed on her, not wanting to crush her with his weight. They lay like that, still joined and breathing heavily for a moment, before he carefully pulled out of her. They both cried out at the loss, but said nothing as he rolled onto his back next to her. His arms drew her close to his side, and they lay on top of the covers like that, trying to catch their breath as their heartbeats slowly returned to normal. Jess rested her head on his shoulder, and he entwined his hand with hers on his chest.
"That was…" she trailed off, breathless.
"Incredible," he finished, feeling her nod against his skin. Becker leaned over and kissed the top of her head, feeling her sigh deeply and squeeze his hand tighter. After a moment of silence, he felt it would be ok to say what had been on his mind for the last few days. "Jess?" he asked.
"Yeah?" she answered, still out of breath.
"I love you," he whispered. Her breath caught in her throat, and he could feel her smiling into his chest. A few seconds passed before he heard her voice, strong despite her exhaustion.
"I love you too." He looked down as she shifted to bring her face up to his in a gentle kiss. When they pulled apart, she gave him a wicked grin. "You know that you're stuck with me for good now that you've said that, right?"
Laughing, he managed to maneuver them underneath the comforter, still keeping her close to his side. "I can handle that," he told her. She giggled as she nestled her cheek over his heart. No other words were spoken, and they eventually drifted off to sleep in each other's arms.