Disclaimer: The characters and situations of the TV program "SPACE: Above and Beyond" are the creations of Glen Morgan and James Wong, Fox Broadcasting and Hard Eight Productions, and have been used without permission. No copyright infringement is intended. Dylan Mackenzie belongs to me.
Once again - MANY THANKS to Karen, she's the Bestest beta ever, Peggie - you know how you helped, and Vasalysa - who showed me the dark side!
2.
McQueen was bored. He hated grocery shopping. His ex-wife Amy had quickly learned not to take him with her, and now here he was being forced to push a shopping cart around. It was not what he’d had in mind when Commodore Ross had offered him the use of the Ross family’s beach house for his week’s liberty.
He’d been waiting when the transport carrying Dylan had arrived at Loxley, and within minutes he’d had them heading out to the coast. He wanted to spend time with her, just her and him alone… no distractions and, hopefully, no disagreements.
Except here he was pushing a damn shopping cart. While he had to agree that they would actually need food at some point during the week, he didn’t want to have to waste time buying it. And having to listen to the whispered ‘tank’ comments from other shoppers wasn’t improving his mood much, either.
Seeing his stony face, Dylan smiled. “It’s ok,Ty. I’m nearly finished. There’s just one more thing I need, and then I’ll be done.” She wandered off, muttering about raspberries.
He looked over the contents of the trolley. She hadn’t actually got much at all - some steak for dinner, a few vegetables, beers, wine, and some things that looked like cake. He looked closer… sponge fingers. What was she going to do with those? A big tub of cream… some milk… eggs.
* breakfast*, he nodded to himself. He glanced up as she returned with 2 cartons of fresh raspberries in her hand.
“We’re in luck - they had lovely ripe ones. Yummy!” she said, with a huge grin and a twinkle in her eye.
It was while standing at the checkout packing the groceries that the significance of the raspberries came to him, and he remembered the last time she’d longed for them. They’d been aboard the ‘Toga, a few weeks after they’d first met…………………
He’d been woken by the sound of his door closing, and the feel of her arms wrapping around him, soft kisses on his neck.
“Ty? Are you awake?” she’d softly whispered, as she’d started to nuzzle his neck, gently flicking her tongue over his navel.
He’d groaned, bringing a soft chuckle from her.
“I guess you are.”
He’d rolled to face her, and lay looking at her. At the large blue eyes smiling up at him… the soft brown curls framing her face… the wicked grin she’d given him.
“And how exactly did you get my door code?” he’d asked.
Her eyes twinkled, full of mischief.
“If I told you that, I’d have to kill you.”
Smiling, he’d slowly slipped a hand under the t-shirt she wore, stroking the bare flesh of her stomach.
“If you don’t tell me, I may have to force you to.” he’d said, gently tickling her.
“Won’t work, flyboy. I know your weak spots.” She’d giggled, reaching for his neck and stroking his navel, making him squirm. “See?”
He’d gasped and dropped his head to her chest, sucking at her breast through the thin cloth. She’d squirmed, grinding her hips against him and feeling his arousal.
Pushing her shirt up, he’d felt the heat of her skin as he touched her. It’d aroused him even more. He’d continued pushing her shirt until her small firm breasts were exposed, her nipples hardening in the cool air. To his delight she’d worn no bra. He’d suckled first on one breast and then the other, while she slipped her hand into his boxers, stroking and massaging him.
“Dammit woman! You keep doing that and I won’t be answerable for my actions.” he’d muttered into her breast.
“That’s the general idea.” she’d whispered, pulling his head up to kiss him full on the lips and running her tongue across his lips, pushing into his mouth… tasting him.
He’d reached to pull her shirt off her, and she’d done the same with his own, so that their bare chests had rubbed together. The friction had made his skin tingle.
Slowly he’d begun to kiss his way down her body, stopping long enough to push her sweatpants down her thighs, and pull them off. Again he’d found she wore no underwear. Running his tongue up her inner thigh, he’d gently slipped a finger inside her, feeling her wetness, and he’d realised how easy it was to get her to this state as she moaned and twisted under his hands. He’d bent his head and began to suck at her, while his finger pushed and stroked inside her.
Her hands had gripped his short silver curls, and pushed his face into her, as she’d thrust herself towards him. He’d replaced his finger with his tongue, causing her to cry out, and drag him away. He’d gently taken both her hands and pinned them to the pillow above her head.
She’d wriggled herself free, giggling, and despite her diminutive size, had managed to climb on top of him, pinning him underneath her. Grinning broadly, she’d slowly slipped down his body, kissing the myriad of scars on his chest and coming to a stop at his smooth flat stomach.
“You know, right about now I’d give anything for some trifle.”
“Trifle?” he’d asked puzzled. * Why in hell, when she was sitting on his legs and it was as obvious as the nose on her face that he wanted her bad, did she want trifle? *
Leaning forward to gently flick his penis with her tongue, she’d looked up at him.
”Yes. Trifle. You know… plenty of whipped cream, a little custard, and lots and lots of wonderful ripe, juicy raspberries.”
She’d laughed at his confusion.
“Don’t tell me you’ve never positioned a few raspberries in your time, Ty. Or the odd dollop or two of whipped cream?”
“Ummm… well, actually, no.” he’d whispered.
She’d giggled, as she bent to take him in her mouth. “We’ll have to change that then, won’t we?”
He’d groaned as she’d begun to lick him, using long slow strokes along the length of his shaft. She’d sucked gently on his tip, rubbing with her tongue, using one hand to hold him and the other to massage his testicles. She’d carried on, becoming more and more forceful with every lick, until she took him whole, clamping her lips around him, sucking fiercely as he’d thrust up into her mouth.
“Oh god, Dill.” he’d muttered, pulling her up to his face and forcing his tongue into her mouth, tasting as much of her as he could. Rolling her over, and hardly able to contain himself, he’d slowly began to slide himself inside her warm wet centre, increasing his rhythm as she’d wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer.
She’d run her hands up his back, feeling the muscles in his shoulders contract as she kneaded them, and she’d gripped him tightly as she’d urged him on.
“Come on, Ty. Where’s that rough and tough marine I fell in love with? I’m not made of glass. I won’t break.”
Responding with harder and faster thrusts, he’d begun licking and nibbling at her collarbone, as she’d pushed her hips upwards to meet him. Together they’d increased the pace, until they were in a frenzy of thrusting, licking, kissing and biting.
As he’d felt himself getting close he’d begun to pump with a strength he hadn’t known he had… with an almost reckless desperation. He’d buried his sweat-dampened head into her neck, groaning with pleasure as he’d felt her fingers kneading his navel, the nails scratching lightly over it, causing a mixture of pleasure and pain.
With one hand she’d continued to stroke his navel. He’d trembled each time she’d done it. The other she’d firmly pressed to his butt, squeezing the hard firm muscles, harder and harder the closer she came to her orgasm.
Just as he thought he’d erupt through her skull, her body had began to shudder and shake as her orgasm hit, causing her to clench her muscles tight, gripping him firmly inside her. He’d felt her body jerk as he came too, exploding with a force he’d never dreamed of.
For a brief moment, he’d understood the meaning of life, the universe and everything. And then he’d run his hand through her damp curly hair, as his lips met hers.
“Oh god, Dill.” he’d breathed.
They lay together until he’d softened, then he’d lain on his back and pulled her to him. His arm’d crept around her, as she’d lain with her head on his chest, he’d listened to her soft breathing as he’d started to fall asleep.
“I love you, Ty,” she’d whispered, her own breathing becoming more and more regular as she too had begun to fall asleep.
“And I love you, Dill.” he’d answered.
He could feel his body responding to the memory. A blush crept up his neck to his face as he realised her intentions, and he prayed to whoever was out there that they’d be out of the store soon.
Dylan saw the blush, and knew he’d finally figured it out. She couldn’t help herself - she just had to tease him further. Turning to the checkout girl she said, “Going to make myself a big old trifle with plenty of whipped cream. Don’t you just love whipped cream?”
McQueen grabbed the packed shopping and fled to the car.
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