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!
4.
They spent a lazy day on the beach, during which they had a small skirmish to get him into shorts for the day. Ty had argued that he really didn’t need to get the sun to any part of him other than his feet. Dylan, realising how self conscious he was about his scarring, had eventually managed to convince him that no one would be looking at his legs to make sure they were both real. Then she’d argued that in fact it was necessary for him to remove his t-shirt for her to rub in sunscreen, while he’d argued that if he didn’t take his shirt off, he wouldn’t need the sunscreen. Despite everything, they returned to the house relaxed and ready to eat.
They pottered about in the kitchen good humouredly, laughing and joking as between them they prepared dinner. McQueen once again cooked them steak and salad, and Dylan assembled her trifle.
“What are you putting in there?” he asked, leaning over her shoulder to see.
“Shouldn’t you be making sure those steaks don’t burn?” she laughed, trying to hide the bowls from him. “You’ll find out later.”
He raised an eyebrow, grinning. “Is that a promise?”
Without looking up, she nodded. “Sure it is, flyboy”
Still standing behind her, he wrapped his arms around her waist, and rested his chin on her shoulder. “How could I fall in love with you so quickly, Dill? We’ve spent so little time together. I mean, this is only my second liberty home in 18 months, but I feel so comfortable with you.”
Turning, she slid her hands up his back. “I know how you feel. We keep in touch though, don’t we?” she giggled. “If my mother saw some of the letters you’ve sent me… well, she’d report you for sending pornography through the mail!”
“Hey! I’ve done no such thing.” he laughed. “I just wish you’d get a vidphone, and then I could actually see you more often.”
“I’m still working on that one. You know it’s not allowed. I managed to sneak in an optical reader, though, so you can give up with the pencil and paper. Just be grateful she doesn’t check my mail. You know what she’s like. If she finds optical discs, she’ll freak out.”
He sighed. “She’s never going to give me a chance, is she?”
“No Ty, she’s not. After all, you’ve committed the cardinal sin of stealing her daughter’s heart away from her. And to top it off, you’re an Invitro. So that makes you lower than pond scum in her eyes.” She looked up into his bright blue eyes. “But she’s not here. I am, and I’m famished. Where’s my food?”
He grinned. “You’re such a bossy little elf!”
“Are you only just realising that?” she grinned back at him, poking her tongue out. “But if you don’t feed me soon, McQueen, I’ll be an extremely grouchy little elf.”
He kissed her. “So long as you’re my little elf.”
She sighed into his chest. “Always your elf, Ty.”
He hugged her to him. “Come on then, elf, let’s eat.”
He came out of the shower, a towel wrapped around his hips and another on his head as he rubbed his hair dry.
“Dill, I think you missed a bit with that sunscreen.” he said from inside the towel. ”I’m a bit pink on my stomach.”
Getting no answer, he pulled the towel off and looked about. There was no sign of Dylan. The towel she’d used for her shower lay discarded on the floor. His heart lurched as he automatically he began looking for signs of a struggle, the marine in him expecting trouble. “Dill!” he called.
“I’m here.” she said, backing into the room, carrying a large covered tray, “Clear that bedside table, will you please, so I can put this down?”
“What’s that?” he asked, clearing the table.
“Wait and see.” she said, putting the tray down and turning to face him, her hand snaking out to pull off his towel. “So. Fancy some dessert?”
“I sure do.” he whispered, pulling her to him and undoing the robe she wore. Slipping his hands inside, he bent his head to kiss her, gently seeking entry to her mouth with his tongue. After thoroughly tasting her, he began to lick and nibble his way down her neck, from her ear to her throat, before picking her up and carrying her to the bed.
He lay her down on her back and began to lick and kiss his way from her throat to her breasts. He swirled his tongue around each nipple until they were hard, then sucked them into his mouth, making her writhe underneath him, gripping the bed sheets tightly in her fists.
Slowly he began to lower his attack, nibbling and kissing his way to her navel. Ty gently licked it, thrusting his tongue in and out, while one hand gently slid down between her thighs, stroking and rubbing at the dampness he found there. His fingers were soon wet enough to slide inside her, searching for just the right spot. When he found it, she almost bucked him off her.
Smiling, he continued his assault on her navel with his tongue, matching his thrusts to the thrusts of his fingers inside her. As she began to moan and mumble incoherently, he left her navel and licked his way to her hot wet centre, where he searched out her hardened nub and sucked it into his mouth, causing her to scream out his name.
Removing his fingers, he replaced them with his tongue, thrusting inside her until he felt her muscles contract and her hot fluids gush onto his face. He licked her clean before he began to kiss his way back up to her sweat-beaded brow, kissing her deeply, letting her taste herself in his mouth.
Once she’d recovered she sat up, pushing him down onto the bed. Straddling his thighs, she began sucking on his nipples, bringing them to hardness easily as he smiled up at her.
“Remember that trifle?” she asked him, before bobbing her head to quickly flick her tongue over the tip of his penis, making him gasp.
“Uh huh.” he groaned.
“Well, tonight you’re my trifle,“ She giggled, reaching for the tray on the table beside them.
As she removed the cloth covering it, he saw four bowls filled with whipped cream, home-made custard, raspberries and, to his astonishment, jello. He stared at her, not sure whether to laugh or try to get away.
Seeing his obvious discomfort, she grabbed the bowl of jello. ”First, you need jello.” she giggled. He gasped as she smeared some over his stomach. “Then you need custard.” She dropped some on top of the jello, and then slowly began to massage it in, gently smearing it lower and lower until it ran into his pubic hair. She grinned at him. “Whipped cream now.” Using her fingers, she took a large blob of cream. Slowly and deliberately, she applied it to his erection, reaching for a raspberry to top it off.
She looked up at his face, laughing when she saw he had his eyes tightly closed. “Oh, come on Ty, surely you had fun with Amy?”
Keeping his eyes closed, he slowly shook his head. “Never anything like this.” he whispered.
“Oh well, her loss.” she whispered, reaching for more cream and raspberries. She applied them to his chest and stomach until he was covered. Only then did she begin with long languorous strokes of her tongue, to slowly clean him off. She licked his chest clean, sucking at the raspberries she’d placed over his nipples. She sucked and nibbled her way down his body, only stopping momentarily at the raspberry she’d placed where his navel would be, if he was natural born, until all that was left was the single raspberry standing proud, waiting for her attention.
Watching his face, she slowly began to lick the length of his hard cock, gently sucking on the tip to remove the raspberry. Once it was gone, she lowered her head and took him into her mouth, sucking hard. He thrust his hips up into her face, fucking himself in her mouth. She allowed him to set the pace, slowly at first, then, as his orgasm threatened, faster. She dipped a finger into the cream, and slowly began to work it into his tight opening as he thrust upwards, making him cry out as her finger gently stroked his prostate. She could feel him tensing as his orgasm hit, filling her mouth and throat with his semen. She continued to suck until he’d softened and was collapsed on the bed, his breathing ragged.
She moved up to lay beside him, moving slightly as his arm came up to pull her close.
“God Dill, I can’t believe I let you do that to me.” he croaked.
“Why? It didn’t hurt, did it?” she laughed.
“No, but………….” He was lost for words. He kissed her forehead. “Any of that cream left?” he asked, a twinkle in his eye, as his hand began to gently stroke her breast.
Slowly he started to lick her ear, knowing how she’d respond. As she began to wriggle in his arms, he released his hold on her and reached for a bowl.
“Jello.” he grinned. “I believe you said this comes first.“
He dropped a large blob onto her stomach and massaged it into her, spreading it down to her thighs, his fingers gently brushing at her junction.
“Custard.” he announced, dribbling it slowly over her breasts, down to pool in her navel, and into her soft pubic hair. Finally he added large blobs of cream topped with raspberries to her nipples. Reaching down, he spread her thighs to add some cream and a raspberry to her, by now, hot and wet centre.
He sat back and looked at the smile on her face. “OK.” he admitted. “It’s fun.” He bent his head to lick clean her pubic hair, being careful not to disturb his carefully placed raspberry.
Slowly he worked his way up her body, stopping to lick and suck the custard from her navel. He thrust his tongue in until he could feel her hot skin quivering underneath his hands. He worked his way to her nipples, sucking off the raspberries and cream, licking them with long slow strokes. Gently, he nipped them with his teeth, as she moaned and ran her hands up and down his shoulders… lightly scratching him… kneading his muscles… gripping him hard.
Once he’d cleaned her up and brought her to a frenzy, he dropped his head to between her thighs, licking the drips of cream that ran down to the sheets. He licked her centre, sucking out the raspberry and licking her clean before he came back up to her face, kissing her hard as he thrust himself inside her. He matched the thrusts of his rock hard cock to those of his tongue in her mouth.
Dylan wrapped her legs around his waist to urge him on, but he pulled them free, and withdrawing, rolled her over onto her stomach and pulled her hips up to him. Forcing her onto all fours, he entered her again, holding on to her hips as he thrust himself hard and fast inside her. She bucked and thrust herself towards him with equal force as he pounded into her, eliciting moans of pleasure from him. He could feel her muscles tightening around him, even as he pushed himself to thrust faster. As her orgasm hit her, she screamed out, burying her face in the pillow. The tightness around his cock pulled him over the edge and he collapsed onto her back as he filled her, his chest heaving with the effort to breathe.
They lay like that for a little while until Dylan’s muffled voice spoke. ”Ty, if you don’t move soon, I’ll suffocate.”
Laughing, he rolled off her. “Sorry.” he whispered, wrapping his arms around her and softly kissing her neck.
“Wow.” she giggled. “That was… well, that was… I mean…that was fantastic.”
“Come on.” he said, standing and pulling her to her feet. “I think we both need a shower. We’re …er…a little sticky.”
“Sticky, but very, very happy.” she said with a contented sigh.
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