Jess and Becker's Holiday: Sequel to Jess' Holiday
Rating: Teen, edging into Mature, but there is nothing too explicit. There is Adult language, situations, and innuendos.
Description: Becker and Jess head off together for a romantic getaway: 13 days at sea. The cruise is eventful, but not every thing goes according to plan. Hint: remember: this is Primeval.
Spoilers: Not really. Series 4 and 5
Disclaimer: I don't own Primeval, or the characters. The cruise is inspired by actual cruises, so is the ship, but my Adonis is made-up.
Author's Note: The destinations on this holiday are from an actual tour I found online. I made up some details and have re-worded the promotional paragraphs. I wanted some actual descriptions of where they were going. I have never been to any of these places. If you have, lucky you, and please forgive any problems. This is not intended to promote or dissuade anyone from similar cruises. Although, now I want to go!
Jess and Becker's Holiday: Sequel to Jess' Holiday, Chapter One
Jess sat n the ARC canteen looking at cruise brochures. "Ooh, this one sounds nice," she said to no one in particular. "Spain, the Canary Islands, Morocco, and Portugal."
She heard a gasp behind her and saw several black-clad men-Becker's soldiers. "Hello," she said pleasantly.
Lt. Fred Flowers, Becker's second in command, smiled uneasily. "Hi, Jess. So, uh, what are doing?"
Private Thompson looked even more uneasy. "You're not planning…" he said unsteadily, "another holiday…are you?"
"Well…yes," she said.
The men actually panicked. Sergeant Carlson, an older soldier and the ARC's weapons specialist collapsed. Luckily, Lieutenant Vale, third in command, caught him. The normally cheerful young officer turned pale. "No, Miss Parker, you can't," he said. "I refuse to let you leave."
"He'll kill us all this time!" screamed Carlson.
Jess giggled. "Calm down. My, what brave soldiers you are."
"Bravery had nothing to do with it," said Flowers. "Of course we're panicking. Captain Becker was homicidal last time you left."
Jess couldn't help but giggle more.
"I don't think our impending deaths are anything to laugh about," said Private Thompson.
"I'm sorry. Of course not. You don't have a very high opinion of me, do you?" she asked. "Do you really think that I'd leave you all to that again?"
"But you said…" began Vale.
"I said I'm planning a holiday. I didn't say I was going alone. Becker's coming with me."
The men sighed in relief and chuckled. "Thank God," said Vale, laughing.
"Sorry, Jess," said Flowers. "We should have known you wouldn't abandon us to his insanity again."
Carlson ran up and hugged her. "I love you, Miss Parker."
"Hey!" cried Becker. "Hands off my woman!"
Carlson was so relieved that he didn't freak out at Becker's bellowing. "Just thanking her for taking you with her on holiday, Sir."
"Oh," said Becker. "If that's all."
"Of course sir. I'm not suicidal. I love life."
Jess giggled more, showing one of the brochures to Becker. "I had them concerned for a moment."
Becker grimaced. "I keep telling you, Jess, they're exaggerating about my behavior while you were gone."
There were snickers behind him, but one glance from Becker, and all of his men scattered.
"You should be kinder to them, you know," she said.
He smirked. "Fear keeps them in shape. So, what do you have in mind, huh?" he asked, taking the Canary Islands brochure.
"That's my favorite," she said.
Becker began reading. "Enjoy thirteen days cruising the sunny waters and coastal regions of the Atlantic coast and the Canary Islands. You begin your journey onboard the Adonis…" Becker stopped. "Jess, I don't want to stay on a ship named for a pretty bloke."
"Pretty bloke? Adonis was the most handsome man in the Greek myths."
"And the guy fell in love with himself."
Jess rolled her eyes. "He was made to fall in love with his reflection for being arrogant."
"Yeah. I don't like the name."
Jess giggled. "Never mind the name, keep reading."
Becker sighed, and read on. "…onboard the Adonis, a smaller ship, exclusively for adults. Ooh, ok, it just got better," he said with a growl. Jess giggled, blushed, but cuddled beside him, hanging onto his arm and playing with his ear.
Becker read on, "We leave from Southampton and travel for four days to our first destination: Madeira, Spain: famous for its beauty and wines."
"Hmm? Sounds good, doesn't it?"
"Not bad, Jess."
"Read on," she said.
"We than head to the Canary Islands: La Palma, Tenerife, and Fuerteventura. These islands are paradise: from volcanic parks to lovely gardens to black sand beaches."
"Sand in your favorite color, Becker!"
He laughed, reading, "We leave the Canaries and stop in Tangiers, Morocco. Tangiers is home to bold spices, fine leathers, and luxurious clothing." He stopped reading and looked at her. "OK, so I guess you're looking forward to the shopping?"
"You bet I am! That's one of the things that sold me," she said.
"Yeah, I figured."
"Well, that and the exclusive adult thing."
"I know," he said with a leer.
"You haven't even got to the cabins yet! We can get one with a balcony, overlooking the ocean."
"And they come with a Jacuzzi bath in the bathrooms," she said in a sing-song voice.
He raised his eyebrows. "If we can afford this without having to sell a mammoth or dinosaur, I'm sold."
She giggled. "No creature selling needed. It's within our budget. Wallace emailed me a bunch of cruises that needed filling up, so they're heavily discounted. As long as Lester doesn't revoke our leave…"
"Sh! Don't even say that," he whispered harshly. She giggled. "So…you still talk to that guy you met last year on the cruise, huh?'
Jess sighed. "Yes, I do, and for the billionth time, we're just friends."
"I'm not convinced," he said, with a mock forlorn look. "Convince me."
She giggled, and blew in his ear. Becker tried not to giggle like his girlfriend but found it hard. Then Jess began to nibble on the lobe. Licking was the final straw. "OK, Jess! Stop!" he cried, blushing and looking around the canteen.
"Sorry, did I embarrass the big, strong Captain?"
Becker chuckled. "Yes, and I want you to stop. I mean, stop embarrassing me. The actual stuff you were doing, I liked, a lot. I want more, but later and privately."
She laughed. "But did I convince you?"
He was still pink, but he chuckled. "Yeah, you did."
"Good, because you actually owe Wallace a debt. He made me see how much I loved you and that I needed to confront you, which I planned to do until you ruined it by showering me with surprise gifts."
He looked at her and laughed. "Oh, I'm so sorry," he said with heavy sarcasm.
"I forgive you," she said. She hugged him sideways. "Now, if you're done being silly, are we booking the Canary Islands and etcetera?"
"Yippy!" she cried. She threw herself into his lap, ignoring his blushing and drowning out his attempt to scold her with a deep, long kiss. Finally, they broke. She cuddled against his chest. "Thirteen days, just you and me and the sea."
"Yep. Sounds good."
"Sounds like heaven, Becker."
He laughed. "It does. How soon can we be in heaven?"
She giggled. "Soon. We have to book it for soon to get the deal."
"Good." He sighed. He looked adoringly into her face. "I guess I have to go back to the men."
"Yep," she sighed. "I should go back to the ADD."
They didn't move.
"How many more seconds to Lester starts bellowing, do you think?" she asked.
Becker laughed. "We should hear his sarcasm any second now."
On cue, they heard over the intercom, "If a certain security Captain and a certain chief field coordinator would like to continue working for this esteemed and overwrought gentleman they will please report their arses to their appointed stations immediately. Thank you."
They broke into giggles.
"You two should be ashamed," said an Irish brogue. "That's the third time he's had to call for you in a week."
"We do it on purpose," said Jess, getting up from the table, but not letting go of Becker's arm.
"We live it for it," agreed Becker.
"Yeah, but quit hogging the Lester-pestering, will ya?" asked Matt, leaving.
Jess and Becker laughed. "OK, off to work," said Becker. He pulled her into one last lingering kiss.
"Oh. I do not envy the poor women who only get goodbye pecks," she said.
He laughed. "See you at end of shift."
"At least. If not before," she said, with a teasing wink.
He shook his head. "I think you're the main Lester-pester around here."
"Nah. He loves me. He'll miss me when we're on our cruise. I can't wait!" She said, jumping up and down.
Becker chuckled as he strolled to the entrance.
"Portugal. Spain. Tenerife," said Jess. "Oh, and you finally get to meet Wallace!"
Becker stopped cold. "What?" he asked. He turned around and Jess could see his face had fallen. "He'll be onboard?"
"Becker," she said sadly. "We just went through this."
He sighed. His whole body tensed up. "I don't think….Jess, I can't…"
"What?" she asked, walking up to him.
"Jess, I can't promise I won't kill him."
"Becker! We're friends! I don't want him! I don't love him!"
Becker nodded. "I know. I just…I think I hate him."
"Because he could have had you. He was there, and he was willing. I'm just damn lucky you didn't choose him."
"Becker, you just said my whole point, those four words: I didn't choose him. Becker, I chose you. Wallace couldn't have had me because I was so in love with you that I saw your face after he kissed me."
"He kissed you?" Becker screamed.
Jess winced. "Yes. I shouldn't have told you. Now you really will kill him."
Becker was angry. "You never told me you kissed. I can't believe you kissed!"
Jess shrugged. "It was a little kiss, and it didn't go well. I mean, I certainly don't see his face or any other man's after I kiss you."
He chuckled. "Yeah, that's the only part of the story I like, when you saw my face."
She smiled. "That's when both of us, Wallace and I, knew I was in love. With you. It was a very important kiss Becker. Just not for Wallace."
Becker sighed. He nodded. He took her hand and said softly. "You still should have told me. Honesty, right?"
She nodded. "I don't know why I didn't tell you. It didn't mean anything, except for absolute proof that I love you."
Becker chuckled. "Ouch. Poor Wallace." He smiled though.
"You don't have to be smug, Mister," she said, poking him in the ribs. "Becker, I like him. I think you'd like him, but he isn't as important to me as you are. I can choose another ship. The only man I have to have onboard is you."
Becker smiled. He kissed her deeply. "I love you. I'm sorry that…Wallace…sets me off. You really want the Canary Islands, don't you?"
She shook her head. "I just want you."
"OK. We'll book the Canary Islands."
"And you won't kill Wallace?"
The intercom beeped. "If there is anyone out there who fills the capabilities of Chief Security Officer or Chief Field Coordinator, I will be taking applications shortly."
Becker and Jess giggled.
They left to go to their posts, and maintain their positions, hand in hand.
End of Chapter One