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!
3.
They arrived at the house just after dark. Leaving their things in the car, they went to have a look around. Dylan, checking out the huge well-appointed kitchen, decided somebody in the Ross family liked to cook. She left the kitchen with an envious sigh when she heard McQueen calling her
“Dill, come here. Come and look at this.”
She followed the sound of his voice, heading up the stairs. “Where are you?”
“In here.”
She found herself in a large airy bedroom, made airier still by a set of huge French doors leading out to a covered terrace. He was leaning on the railing, looking out over the beach.
“Wow, Ty, this place is amazing. We’re right on the beach, and not overlooked at all.” she whispered as she stood behind him, sliding her arms around his waist. “I wouldn’t have had you down as a beach person. I hope you packed plenty of sun screen, because you’ll burn easily.”
Turning so she was facing him, he smiled. “I packed sunscreen, but I’ll stay covered up. I knew Glen had this place, but I’ve never been here before. It’s beautiful. I’m going to enjoy being able to listen to the sea while I’m lying in bed.”
She kissed him gently. “Well, I was hoping you’d find something else to occupy your time, rather than listening to the sea.”
“Oh, I will, I’m sure of that.” He returned her kiss, sliding his hands up under her shirt and stroking the bare skin of her back.
Leaning into him, she sighed, “Don’t get upset, but I’m tired, Ty. I need food and sleep. Much as I’d love to make love with you right here and now, I know I’d soon be snoring.”
He smiled. “It’s ok, I understand. It’s been a long journey for you. I’ll bet you’re pretty much exhausted. Go and have a bath while I bring our stuff in and cook us those steaks you bought.“
She laughed. “You can cook?”
“Of course I can cook…well, I can cook a pretty good steak anyway.“ he smiled. “Never made a trifle though.”
When he went, later, to tell her that dinner was nearly ready, he found her asleep in the bath. He lifted her out and wrapped her in a towel before carrying her to bed, and tucking her in. He smiled at the sight of her small frame wrapped up in the sheets as he gently pulled the door closed behind him and went to eat.
Sliding in beside her an hour later, pulling her close, his heart leapt at the way she snuggled up and muttered his name in her sleep. * God, how he loved this woman. *
Waking to an empty bed, Dylan wrapped the sheet around her, toga style. Wandering out onto the terrace and looking out, she saw him jogging along the beach. His fair hair stood out starkly in comparison to the dark sweatshirt and pants he wore. She waved at him. “Ty!”
Seeing her waving, he jogged over to her. “Up at last, sleepyhead?” he called up.
“What’s for breakfast? I’m famished.” she said, leaning over the railing.
Looking up at her he smiled, and waved a bag at her. “I got us some breakfast. There’s a bakery just down the beach away… fresh bread and bagels…” he said.
By the time she’d grabbed something to wear and arrived in the kitchen, he’d already unpacked his load. “I noticed yesterday that you really didn’t buy much in the way of breakfast things,” he said, “so I bought some cream cheese as well, to go with the bagels.”
“From a bakery?” she asked, sitting herself on a stool at the counter.
“Oh, there’s a couple of little stores just along the beach. Glen told me about them.”
“You go have your shower. I’ll sort us out some breakfast.” she said, standing up and going over to the bagels.
He came up behind her, nuzzling his sweat-dampened head into her neck. “I was hoping you might join me.” he whispered in a voice filled with desire.
Turning, she kissed him, her tongue tasting the sweat on his upper lip. Kissing her back, he took her hand and led her to the bathroom.
On seeing the large bathtub Dylan changed her mind. “Let’s have a bath instead.”
“What? Both of us? In there?” he asked, looking at the tub doubtfully.
“Heavens, Ty, don’t tell me you’ve never bathed with someone else?” she asked as she started the water running. At the shake of his head she continued, “What on earth did you and Amy actually do? No. Don’t answer that. I don’t want to know.”
She turned to him, and pushing him down onto the edge of the bath, knelt to undo his boots. “Only you would go jogging on a beach in combat boots!” she laughed.
“You know, for someone who’s lived in such a closed community all your life,” he said softly, “ you sure aren’t backwards in all this stuff.”
She glanced up at him. “By that I take it you mean sex?” At his nod she grinned and carried on. “Well, when you have no TV, no phones, no link to the outside world…and your hormones are raging… what else is there for a teenager to do? I had plenty of teenaged boys living around me. I had fun.”
Having removed his boots and socks, she pulled his sweatshirt over his head and kissed him soundly. “Stand up.” As he stood, she pulled his pants down around his ankles for him to step out of. His underwear followed.
“Get in, “she ordered with a grin, “and shove up. Make room for me.”
“Yes ma’am.” he laughed as he got in, moving to one end. She took off the long shirt she’d been wearing and clambered in beside him, turning the tap off as she did.
“Now, doesn’t that feel good?” she giggled, relaxing in his arms and wriggling until she was settled between his thighs.
“Wriggle like that again and I might just cause this bath to overflow.” he whispered into her ear.
“I thought that was the idea.” she giggled, wriggling again and feeling his arousal against her back.
His hands came around her to fondle her breasts, gently squeezing and pinching her nipples, as he lowered his head to nibble on her collarbone.
“God,“ she gasped, “it’s been too long. I can’t do this. I want you now.”
She twisted herself around until she was sitting on his lap. She kissed him hard, her tongue forcing its way into his mouth, tasting every inch in her desire to have him.
He slid his hands down her body, to her bottom, lifting her up and positioning her over his hard cock. The water allowed her to slide onto him easily. She threw back her head and gasped, “Ty!“
“You’re going to have to do all the work, or we’ll flood the floor,“ he smirked.
“Forget the floor.” she moaned as she started to move up and down on him, trying to maintain a steady rhythm.
He held onto to her hips and began to thrust up towards her, water sloshing over the sides of the bath as he did so. “God, Dill, you feel so good.” he groaned, laying his head back onto the edge of the bath.
“So do you.“ she said, leaning forward to suckle on his nipples, her hand reaching for his navel.
He let out a gasp as her fingers gently brushed against it, kneading it, gently tracing it’s outline. He could feel his orgasm approaching. He thrust upwards faster. Frustrated by the lack of space in the bath, he grabbed hold of her and lifted her off him. At her anguished cry he grinned. “I can’t move in here… and I need to do this properly.”
He stood up and climbed out. Picking her up, he laid her down on the floor and lay on top of her. Entering her hot, wet centre easily, he began to thrust hard and fast. He smiled as she wrapped her legs up around his waist and thrust herself up to meet him. Now that they were out of the bath, he could feel as her muscles began to tighten around him. He slid one hand down and began to rub her clit as she thrust upwards with all her might, moaning his name over and over again. He waited until he felt her hot fluids as she came, gripping onto him as if her life depended on it, and then he began to pump into her as hard and as fast as he could. It was a matter of minutes before his own orgasm overtook him, and he collapsed, barely able to move.
As they lay there recovering, he kissed her throat. “Oh, Dill, I’ve missed you so much. I wish we didn’t only have this week.”
Hugging him to her, she smiled at his words. “Me too. We’ll just have to make the most of it then, won’t we?”
A while later, wrapped in bathrobes, they sat on the terrace. McQueen stretched out on a big recliner with Dill on his lap as they ate their bagels.
“So, what do you have planned for us today?” she asked. ”I could just do with a day roasting on the beach, but you’re going to need tons of sunscreen to stop you burning.”
“Glen lectured me about that too. Anyone would think I was a child! I do know about sunburn, you know.” he said with an exasperated sigh.
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