A/N: Please let me know what you think of these - I really want to know what other people think of this pairing. I'm sure Favell is wrong in saying he and Rebecca were in love... but on the other hand, I think Mrs Danvers was wrong to say that he was just like any other lover. I bet the truth is somewhere in between.


Jackie was thirteen, his favorite cousin maybe a year older than that, and they were sitting together in a rowboat in the center of a pond on their grandparents' estate. They were drifting, because he'd stopped pulling on the oars and Rebecca certainly wasn't about to start, not in that dress of hers.

Rebecca had changed. He hadn't seen her in years, and the memories he had were vague snippets of being forced to play with dolls and teapots, being made to drink something disgusting and pretend it was wine. But now they weren't children anymore. Especially her.

He noticed that she was beautiful. And eventually it occurred to him how much better she was than the women he'd lately started dreaming about, because she was vibrant and full-lipped and right here beside him.

He wanted her.

A plan formed fast. He unlatched both the oars and shoved them overboard.

"Jackie!" Rebecca lunged for him but it was too late; the oars were gone, floating away.

He grinned at her. "Now we're stuck."

"Go get them! Go get them, you idiot, what on earth were you thinking? How are we supposed to get back?"

"I'll go get them… when I feel like it." He licked his lips and then got the words out. "But first you have to do something for me."

"Do what?" she snapped, still just annoyed, watching the oars get further and further from the boat.

"You have to let me kiss you."

That got her full attention all right; Rebecca stopped looking after the oars and faced him full-on, staring with her mouth wide open. "What? Jackie, what are you talking about?"

"I want to kiss you. Have you ever kissed anybody?"

"What? No. And I'm not going to kiss you."

"Yes you are – unless you want to float around out here forever." He waited while she fumed, certain that any moment she was about to admit that she was trapped and give in.

But then finally she said: "Your mother'll whip you when I tell her."

"No she won't – she hates to see me cry."

"Then I'll tell Grandfather." She hadn't missed a beat.

Jackie frowned but it didn't take him too long to come up with an answer. "I'll say you made it up. Anyway, no you won't, or everybody will know you've had your first kiss already and you're not supposed to do that. Right?"

She glared at him, but silently.

"Stop being such a baby. Just come here."

She shook her head and didn't budge, so he crawled carefully across the boat to kneel in front of her. His pants soaked through immediately but it didn't matter; there were more important things to worry about. "It's my first kiss too," he said, and held her shoulders with both hands.

"Ugh," she said, but before she could complain any more he kissed her.


Rebecca had better things to do this morning than take a drive with her cousin. But Jackie was bursting with pride at having custody of a car – even if it was only for a weekend while his friend was away – and he wouldn't take no for an answer. Eventually she hung up the phone and scowled at it, then got changed.

She asked Danny to take extra care with her hair.

Jackie endured his aunt's fussing about how much he had grown, and his uncle's admonitions to be careful with their little girl, and then helped Rebecca into the car with such eagerness he almost slammed the door on her.

It turned out Rebecca adored the car. Jackie drove at speeds that were no doubt excessive, and the wind and the noise made her laugh and whoop with delight. She couldn't remember the last time she'd been so unguarded, and it was some time before she thought to glance over and see what her cousin was making of it.

Jackie saw her turn out of the corner of his eye, and looked over to her to grin. "Something, isn't it?"

She nodded. "But watch the road!"

He did, sinking back into his seat coolly and making the car purr even faster. His demeanor was new; she had never seen Jackie exude such mastery before, and she found she liked it. She took a moment from watching the road in order to watch him instead.

As if feeling her gaze, he nudged her and said without taking his eyes from the road: "Give me a cigarette."

"Sure. Where?" She had to almost shout to be heard over the engine.

"My pocket." He shifted a little in his seat, angling his hips towards her, and after only a moment's hesitation Rebecca stuck her hand in.

She lit him a cigarette and put it in his mouth. He took one hand from the wheel long enough to reach over and squeeze her thigh, and her breath caught. "Thanks," he called, cool.

She nodded. The wind was making her reckless, making her crave touch – and Jackie teasing her like that wasn't helping.

Her newfound fascination in men, actually, was probably all Jackie's fault; she'd never cared at all for men until two summers ago when he kissed her in that rowboat! She blamed him completely. The kiss was his fault, and as for what came after, well… that was his fault too. If he hadn't looked so wicked, sitting there smirking at her with water dripping down his bare chest, she would never have dared declare Well I might as well learn something new today: show me your prick.

Jackie's mind seemed to take a similar turn. He reached over again, his hand lingering longer this time, and said without looking: "Let's stop somewhere."

She swallowed and tried not to bump up against his hand. "What for?"

Finally he did look at her, and she saw that he was flushed red. "You know what for."

Rebecca was tempted, seriously tempted, but Danny had repeated warnings every day and night until they stuck. She shook her head. "I can't. Once I give my virginity away I can't get it back – and I need it. It's worth more than just an afternoon of fooling around for fun."

She could see him grind his teeth. "Rebecca…"

"No. Not today." But then she shifted a little closer to him and leaned over to lick his ear. His gasp was delicious. She felt around in his lap for the bulge in his trousers, and the car leaped and jerked. "Jackie! Don't kill us!"

"I won't," he managed, but barely, as she continued to explore him. He arched in his seat and struggled to keep the car steady. "If we die out here it's your fault."

She laughed. "But what a way to go! Wouldn't it be?" She found his buttons and began to open them.

"Oh- God-… Rebecca…"

"Just drive, Jackie. Faster!"


Eventually the atmosphere in the church grew too oppressive, and Favell had to leave. He faked tears, sniffled loudly and persistently, and after a bit got up and fumbled his way out of the pew. People kept trying pat him consolingly as he walked past. He did his best to ignore it.

Once outside, he lit a cigarette. He sucked it down efficiently, and felt better, and was just flicking the butt away when he saw someone else coming up the walk.

His breath caught: Rebecca. Her hair was up now, her dress was a somber adult black, but still she was the most beautiful girl Favell had ever seen.

She waved. As soon as she was close enough she said: "Jack, I'm so sorry," and held out her hands to him.

He took them and kissed them and noticed that she'd grown so that he now had to look up into her eyes. "Thanks."

"How are you?" she murmured.

"Numb today." He sighed and held her hands tighter. "It was bad to see her sick. I was a mess. But the rest still hasn't…." He shrugged, then smiled at her. "It's good to see you."

"You too, Jackie." She cupped his cheek with her hand and her lips curved into something slow and sensuous. "I've been thinking about you."

He mirrored her grip, caressing her mouth with his thumb. "Are you still a virgin, Rebecca?"

She shook her head, eyes twinkling.

"Then, come on. Let's go somewhere."

"No. Discretion is everything, darling. We'd be caught."

He put his other hand on her waist. "A kiss, then."

"With pleasure." She stepped in and bent down to him.

Her kiss was deep and slow and sweet, and Favell was seized with a sudden terror that he was about to fall in love with his cousin. He pulled back and tried to break the moment by groping her roughly. "I want you," he growled.

Her fingers tickled over his ear. "I know." He had always sensed this terrifying potential in her and now here it was, turned on him full force. She was like a jungle cat. He wanted to lie down and offer his throat.

But the fact that she knew her power and rejoiced in it was one thing; to let her think he was powerless would be another. He reached up behind her neck to pull her down to him. "You watch yourself," he said softly, directly against her lips. "If you keep dangling bait in front of my face, someday soon I'm going to snatch it."

Low and throaty, her laugh. "Can't wait," she said, and kissed him again. He felt the truth of it in her kisses, in her erratic breathing and the way she pressed herself against him.

They kissed for perhaps longer than they should have. Eventually Rebecca pulled away, looked around to be sure no one had seen them, and checked them both for marks. She took his arm to tug him towards the church doors. When he sighed at the thought of returning to that grim and creepy spectacle inside, Rebecca squeezed him briefly. "I am sorry about your mother, Jackie."

And he felt the truth of that too.


There's another batch of scenes, one of which is M-rated and kind of sweet - at least, as sweet as Favell and Rebecca can get. I'm almost done with it, and I'll probably have it in a week or so. Pretty please let me know what you think.