Warning: this chapter rated M for an adult situation.

Becky sat tapping her pencil on her desk calendar. She was getting absolutely nothing done. It had taken an effort to remain focused the last couple of days, but she had maintained some level of productivity. However, since finishing her conversation with Sam a half-hour ago, she had got absolutely nothing done. She needed someone to talk to, but there was literally no one. Molly was at school, Kit and Baloo were off at their "secret cove", her one close friend outside of work was at a business conference (that she hadn't been invited to!), even Wildcat was out of town to catch a Sox game.

She sighed and threw the pencil down, then stood and, suddenly feeling claustrophobic, went outside to pace the dock. After only a few moments outside, a familiar rumble caught her attention. She looked up, hardly believing what she was seeing, as the unmistakable profile of the Sea Duck soared smoothly down out of the sky, splashing down with a lack of finesse that indicated Baloo was in the left seat, and coasting expertly, if somewhat recklessly up to the dock.

She held her breath as the engines ground to a halt, terrified of what this early return must mean. She knew from experience that only the foulest of moods could cut one of Baloo's vacations short. After what seemed an incredibly long time, the port aft door opened and Kit stepped out, looking more than a little green. She rushed up to him and took his shoulders.

"How are you, Kit?"

He seemed taken aback.

"What do you mean?"

"Miss Beckett from the bank called this morning to check on you. She told me about…what happened."

Several emotions ran across Kit's face. Surprise, shock, anger, fear, and finally pleasure, before the return of his neutral expression.

"Oh…I…I'm fine. I'll be fine."

"She said to call her if you wanted to talk about…it. I've got her number inside."

"Okay. Thanks, Miz Cunningham. I'll get it from you later. I need to…take care of a couple things, okay?"

"Okay."

"See you around."

He headed over to Wildcat's shop and mounted the sleek black motorbike (something he called a "pan head") that she absolutely hated. She was convinced he would one day end up a mangled mass of flesh if he continued to ride it. He plucked his helmet from the mirror, fastened it under his chin, and roared off.

She turned and saw Baloo standing on the dock next to his much loved airplane, one hand on his hip, the other supporting him as he leaned against the pontoon strut. He looked solemn. She approached him hesitantly, mouth working but no words coming out. She wished he would say something, then she wished he wouldn't. Finally, she stopped about three paces in front of him. His iron gaze bored into her eyes, and she felt ready to burst into tears.

Then, without warning, his mouth burst into an ear to ear grin. He closed the distance between them in one great stride, laughing, wrapped her in his arms, lifted her off the ground, and spun her around twice before meeting her lips with his. Insanely, she was so surprised that she started to resist him before giving in and opening her mouth to his, feeling the pebbly texture of his tongue on hers.

The kiss was intense, passionate, and she gave herself to it with all she had. When he finally broke it, he swept her up into his arms and marched towards the office.

"Baloo-."

"Shhhh," he whispered gently in her ear. "Not a word."

He shouldered open the door, carried her through and then kicked it shut. With the hand that was cradling her rear he engaged the deadbolt and flipped the sign hanging in the widow from "open" to closed".

He began kissing her again as he carried her up the stairs towards the bedroom he and Kit used to share, and as he did, she began to unbutton his shirt while trying to keep most of her attention on the kiss.

He lay her gently on the bed and began to undress her slowly, kissing her, touching her, caressing her in all the right places as he did and she responded to him like she never had with Aiden. She climbed from plateau to plateau as he made love to her entire body with lips and hands, finally climaxing as he caressed her back while gently kissing her neck and ears.

She cried out, unable to contain herself and Baloo used the few moments she was writhing in ecstasy to remove what little he still had on. Then he placed himself over her, supporting the majority of his weight with his arms. He kissed her gently on the neck, cheek, lips, then thrust himself within her and she cried out again.

He made love to her in a way she could never have dreamed of. Slowly, gently, passionately, furiously, changing positions and pace throughout. It was a thoroughly overwhelming sensory experience and it brought her to heights of pleasure she would never have imagined possible and she came several times. Though likely not more than fifteen or twenty minutes, it seemed like hours passed before Baloo finally thrust once, twice, three times and throbbed deeply within her, shuddering and letting a soft "oh" escape his lips before he collapsed beside her.

They shifted position slightly, Becky guiding them so that they could cuddle but remain coupled. They held each other gently, quietly communing as though afraid that speaking would break a spell that was cast upon them.

After a time, a profound realization came to Rebecca, and she was forced to speak, tears in her eyes.

"Baloo..." She said softly.

"Yes, ma'am?"

"The guilt...over Aiden."

She was so overwhelmed her voice caught and it was a brief moment before she could speak.

"It...it's gone!"

He kissed her tenderly on the forehead. "That's good to know."

They were quiet for a little while longer.

"So what now?" She asked quietly.

"Well, the way I see it, we already work together. We spend most of our free time together. We've raised two children together. We've done..."He ran his finger from her ear, along her jawline to her neck, down her chest between her breasts to her navel, then around her waist where he cupped the small of her back with his hand. "This. Together."

Becky giggled girlishly.

"The way I see it, we're only missing one thing. The simplest thing."

"And what would that be?"

"A piece of paper that says it's legal."

She drew in a quick, short breath.

"Is that what you think?"

"I might be oversimplifying a little bit."

She smiled up at him. "No...no, I don't think so."

He smiled back. "Good. So...when do you wanna...?"

"Well...not right now."

"No?"

"No. Right now," she rolled so that she was astride him. "There's something else I want to do."

He caressed her bare shoulders. "Well...can't argue with that."

They kissed.

So there it is. Sorry it took so long to finish. Just a quick note: After writing ch 3, my original intent was for Sam to have been only a bit character. But I've decided that I like her. I think I'll bring her back in a future story.