WARNING! 

THIS CHAPTER HAS MATURE THEMES AND LANGUAGE.

Rob lifted his face to the ceiling. "Fuck... Becky..." He sucked in more air and looked down at her. They were both panting and lathered in sweat. The sex just kept getting better and better. Rob couldn't get enough of her. Since she'd had a contraception bar put into her arm they hadn't used condoms. Becky was the only girl he'd had sex with and not used protection. The first time had blown his mind so much that he'd cum almost immediately. Rob sighed and rolled onto his side taking her with him. He swept his hand over her face and smiled. "I love fucking you."

"Rob!" Becky giggled. "That's not a very nice way to say it."

"Yeah... well... you know I love you and there's a difference between fucking and making love."

"How?" Becky tweaked his nipple so he bucked backwards.

"We made love when we first got back. Slow and tender. Not much movement but lots of touching and kissing. The second time was half fucking and half making love. Touching and kissing with a bit more pounding. This time was all fucking. No kissing and very little touching other than butt gripping and holding on tight."

Becky laughed and pinched him harder. "So you prefer fucking to the making love?"

"No... not what I meant." Rob lay on his back with his arm across his forehead. He dragged Becky closer so she could put her head on his chest. She raised her face as he drew circles on her back with his fingers.

"What did you really mean?"

Rob sighed and looked down at her. "I don't know. Just there's moments when making love is the better option and others when fucking is." He lifted the side of his mouth. "Tomorrow morning will be a making love moment and I'll cherish it. Then after months of not seeing you it'll be fucking first so you better be prepared for that." He rolled toward her and slid down the bed so his face was in the crook of her neck. He released a lungful of air saying, "Becky..."

She felt his grip tighten and his chest heave. Becky cradled his head. She knew he was crying so she squeezed him hard against her and let her own tears fall. They lay in each other's arms for a long time. Becky's throat hurt from gulping back the true depth of her sorrow. This was the first time she had seen him so vulnerable. She had to be strong for him as he had always been for her. "Rob." Becky lifted his chin and moved lower so she could be face to face. "We're going to be okay. Everything will work out. We love each other so much. I won't care if you want to fuck me or make love to me first the next time we're together, because the important thing is, that we'll be together and that's something to look forward to."

She ran her finger down the side of his face. "You better be prepared for me to rip your clothes off because I'll be so turned on by you being in uniform, you'll have to deal with that slutty black cat you first met."

Rob hooted. "Oh... man... I can't wait." He tickled her, and then sucked her nipple into his mouth.

Becky jerked around on the bed, glad to have their sombre mood lifted. "You wanna fuck me again, big boy?" She beamed and took hold of his limp penis. Becky looked down at where her hand held him, and then back up at his face. "Wow. That's disappointing. I thought you said you'd eaten your Weet Bix this morning."

"Becky." Rob dug his fingers into her sides. "You're being mean."

She let go of him and squirmed some more. "You sound like Linc. Wahh... Mum... Becky's being mean." She faked cried, pouted and twisted her fists on her cheeks, and then laughed as she said, "How the hell are you going to be a fighter pilot? You are such a girl."

Rob roared with laughter. "I'm a man, Becky. How many times do I have to tell you that? Jeez, woman." He grabbed her hand and put it on his now erect penis. "See. I'm a man. I just needed some recovery time and now you are going to pay." Rob grabbed her by the ankles and tugged her so she fell back on the bed. He pounced on top of her and pinned her wrists to the mattress. Rob grinned down at her. "Do we fuck or make love?"

Becky lifted her face and kissed his lips. "We make love."

They held each other's faces and as if they could read the other's mind they said in unison, "I love you."

Becky felt a tear roll down her cheek. She quickly wiped it away and changed the subject. "So where are Linc and your mum and dad?" She couldn't let herself cry. There'd be enough of that tomorrow.

"I thought they'd be back by now." Rob looked over his shoulder at the clock on the bedside table. "Four o'clock. Maybe they got held up."

"Doing what?" Becky lightly massaged his bicep. Though Rob and she had done the road trip in his car from Rockhampton, Sheila, Michael and Linc had flown to Adelaide. They were driving with Rob to Melbourne to see him settled and were then flying back to Rockhampton.

"You'll see."

"Rob!" Becky gave him a light slap. "What's that supposed to mean?" She laughed. "Maybe they're already back and we just haven't heard them because we've been so busy."

"We'd have heard them. You know Linc. He'd have pounded this door down if they were back and usually we can hear them in the next room because he's so loud." Rob sat up on the edge of the bed and checked his phone. "I don't have any missed messages. Do you?"

Becky reached for her mobile and shook her head.

"I'll give them a call." Rob lifted the phone to his ear and listened. "Yeah. Dad. Where are you?" He nodded as his father spoke. "Okay. We'll get ready. See you soon." Rob hung up. "We gotta get dressed. They'll be back in about thirty minutes and want to go out for dinner." He patted her bare bum. "Come on, girlfriend. Let's have a shower."

*****

Becky and Rob were sitting at the little table and chair set outside their motel room when Michael pulled up in a blue two door hatch. He had the driver's seat pushed so far back it looked like he was nearly in the boot. Sheila waved. Linc grinned at them.

"Have they hired a car?" Becky looked across at Rob. He was beaming at her but said nothing. "Rob?" She looked back at the car to see Michael unfold himself from behind the wheel and Linc scramble out under Sheila's arm.

"Dad bought you a car!" Linc beamed and pointed behind him. "I picked the colour and Mum says it matches your eyes."

"What?" Becky sprang up and covered her mouth with her hands. She looked from one to the other, and then threw herself at Michael. "Oh... wow! I don't know what to say."

He gave her a cuddle, and then led her to the little machine. "It's an auto. I thought for a city you don't know yet an auto would be the best. It's just a cheapie to get you from A to B. What do you think?"

"I love it! Oh my god, Michael. How can I repay you?"

He wrapped his arm around her shoulder, gave her a squeeze and laughed. "You repay me by being happy and enjoy this part of your life." He jabbed her playfully in the ribs. "And by knuckling down and getting this degree under your belt so you can come and work with me solving crime."

Becky threw her arms around him again, tears streamed down her face. "I love you." She let him go and pulled Sheila into the circle. "I love you both."

"Oi. What about me." Linc thumbed his chest. "I picked the colour."

"Then there's me." Rob stepped in beside Linc. "I kept you busy so they could sneak out and buy it."

Becky laughed, gave Linc a cuddle and kissed the top of his head. "Thank you. I love the colour." She turned to Rob, and smirked as she put her arms around his neck and whispered, "You kept yourself busy, boyfriend."

How wonderful are Michael and Sheila? ♥♥

I think Rob and Becky are going to find it hard to part. :(

Who do you think will be more upset? Rob or Becky.