A Just Reward
Copyright© 2010 by Kaffir
Chapter 37
They came to an hour later still holding each other close. Becca kissed Steven lovingly.
"Hallo, my darling. I think I'm going to enjoy waking up in your arms. It's even better than dancing with you."
Steven smiled at her. "Well that's one thing we can still enjoy together."
"I can think of lots more such as you making love to me. Can we do it again now?"
"Yes, my darling." He kissed her and his hands began to caress her.
"No, darling. I love all that too but I want you in me because last time was a little bit quick."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be. You'd been a good boy for such a long time it was hardly surprising and I did enjoy it. That's why I want to do it again and, I hope, for a bit longer."
Steven did last longer. He took care to take her gently and she came to a sweet climax. They lay for a few minutes before Becca disengaged.
"The one drawback," she said, "is that it's a bit messy. I shall have to keep a box of tissues handy."
They cleaned up and went down for a belated drink and cold lunch.
The following day they rang the vicar and then went round to talk to him. They arranged the wedding for Saturday fortnight. That meant they had to order invitation cards immediately and arrange somewhere for the reception. They chose The Moat and were pleasantly pleased that the price was not exorbitant.
They bought a local newspaper and pored over the housing section and found three or four possible houses. On Monday, after, choosing a wedding dress, they toured the estate agents and collected further details of those houses and a number of others. They spent that evening narrowing them down to three.
On Tuesday and Wednesday they visited them and plumped for one that was going relatively cheaply, being pretty badly run down, but which had six bedrooms, three reception rooms and a decent sized garden. Because Becca was underage the mortgage was taken out in Steven's name.
Wednesday evening was spent writing invitations which they posted on Thursday. On Friday Becca had an appointment with Mr Lovering at The Infirmary. He was delighted with her progress and told her laughingly that he never wanted to see her again.
No one that had been invited to the wedding declined to come. They had just over fifty guests. While they had invited the Crossleys, Hollises, Nicolsons, Roberts and Jean Robbins they had sent a blanket invitation for twelve more of the police to attend.