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!
Chapter 5.
The following day Dylan managed to persuade him to take her into the nearest town to do a little gift shopping. To his horror, she also spent time forcing him to buy some more beach-suitable clothes. One pair of shorts was not going to last him a week, she argued.
Shopping with Dill, he found, was rather like planning a military campaign. She worked out beforehand exactly what she wanted to buy, and no one was going to stand in her way. She would accept no excuses. If she said he needed shorts, then he was going to get shorts, and nothing less than death was going to prevent it.
He marvelled at the way she looked so small, frail, and elf like. Indeed, it was these very features that had at first drawn him to her. But he’d soon discovered she had a backbone of pure tempered steel, a very wicked sense of humour and the ability to keep surprising him. He realised he still had a lot to learn about his Dill.
Despite the fact that she dragged him around so many shops that he lost count, he quite enjoyed himself. If she asked his opinion on anything, she listened carefully to what he had to say before making a decision, unlike Amy, who’d either never asked him or took no notice if he said offered an opinion. Dill herded him around like he was one of her pre-schoolers, telling him how well he was doing, and praising him for trying on the shorts. He didn’t think she even realised she was doing it. He was grateful that at least she hadn’t asked him if he needed the bathroom, or ruffled his hair.
They enjoyed a leisurely lunch at a harbour side restaurant, playing footsie under the table as they waited for their food. It was as they were leaving that the only black spot of the day occurred. Dylan overheard someone make a remark about “dirty tanks”, and he had to physically stop her from marching over to the diner’s table. He pointed out that if she rose to the bait, then the bigot would have won, and by ignoring it, they maintained their dignity. She allowed herself to be steered out of the restaurant, but he knew she wasn’t happy about it.
The whole journey back to the beach house, she was quiet. He knew she was thinking over the incident at the restaurant. He sighed.
“Let it go, Dill. Brooding over it won’t help. Let it go.”
She turned to face him. ”You put up with that all the time?”
He nodded. “It happens.”
“How do you deal with it?”
He shook his head. “I’m used to it. I’ve had 20 years to get used to it. Sometimes I deal with it, sometimes I don’t.”
“That’s what my mother meant?” she asked quietly.
“About what?”
“When she said you’d bring me nothing but heartache.”
“Dill.” He sighed. ”Not deliberately, I won’t. But I can’t answer for other peoples’ actions, and believe me, other people will be horrible to you. You grew up in a safe but closed off environment. The rest of the world isn’t like that. It’s hard, and often cruel. I won’t always be there, and you’ll have to face it alone.“ He stopped and stared out at the road ahead. “It was too much for Amy.” he whispered.
She glared at him. “Do you have any idea how much I dislike that woman?” she asked. ”And not just because she hurt you. I feel like I’m being held up in comparison to her. I’m NOT Amy, Ty. Don’t expect me to behave like she did.” She sighed. “OK, it pees me off to hear people say things like that, and yes I know it’ll only get worse, but it doesn’t make me want to run away from you. If anything, it does the opposite. If I can deal with it from my own mother, I’m sure I can deal with it from outsiders.” She reached out and squeezed his thigh. “I promise not to rise to the bait, OK?”
He smiled at her, knowing that she had no idea how bad it could get, but also knowing she meant every word. “OK.”
McQueen woke himself up thrashing about. His heart pounded in his chest like it wanted to escape, and a fine sheen of sweat covered his body. He rubbed a hand over his face and turned to look for Dylan, hoping he hadn’t wakened her. Finding himself alone in the bed, he went to find her. She wasn’t in the house, so the only other place she could be, he figured, was the beach. Pulling on the nearest item of clothing - a pair of his new shorts - he went to look for her.
She was sitting on a blanket, staring out to sea.
“Hey.” he called to her. “Mind some company?”
Turning, she smiled at him. “So you finally woke yourself up, eh?” At his sheepish look, she carried on. “That was some nightmare you were having. But I learned my lesson last time - no way was I going to try waking you up. I thought it best to leave you to it.”
Sitting down beside her and wrapping an arm around her waist he asked, “What happened last time?”
She laughed. “You don’t remember? I had to try to explain to my mother how I came to have a black eye. Even Cooper thought you’d done it on purpose!”
He rested his chin on her shoulder, looking up at her. “I would never do that to you deliberately, Dill.”
She giggled. “I know that, fool - give over with the sheep eyes! You wouldn’t have done it if I hadn’t leaned over you and given you a shake to try and wake you up.”
He continued to rest his chin on her shoulder, batting his eyelids at her with a grin. “I’m sowwy I hit you, and I’m sowwy I woke you up tonight.”
She pushed him away with a giggle. “Tyrus McQueen, you are a fool, you truly are!”
He fell back onto the blanket, pulling her into his arms and kissing her firmly. His tongue pushed against her lips, seeking entrance to the warm depths of her mouth. She could feel the desire and want in his kiss. It fuelled her own desire and she ground her body against his, pushing him into the blanket. Running her hands down his sides, she gently began to stroke his thighs, feeling him quiver at her touch. She lightly danced one hand back up his body to his bare chest, rubbing a nipple till it was hard. She broke off the kiss to lower her head and suckle it.
He groaned, his head thrown back as he revelled in the sensation. His hands reached under her shirt, kneading her back, and then gently slipped under her pants to squeeze her bottom. He pressed her to him, letting her feel his arousal.
Dylan slowly began to work her way down his chest, licking and nibbling as she went, until she reached the waistband of his shorts. Seeing his straining erection, she slowly undid the fly, her eyes widening as she saw he wore no underwear. Pulling them down his thighs, she took him into her mouth, sucking him hard. He bucked his hips upwards, unable to control himself. His hands gripping her head, pushing her into him, fucking her mouth, while she continued to suck on him, gently rubbing her teeth up and down his length. She swirled and gently flicked her tongue across and around the tip, making him moan and thrust even more.
Removing her mouth just long enough to wet her finger, she very gently slipped it inside him. He cried out as his body began to shudder with the force of his coming orgasm. Sucking him as hard as she could, she began to thrust her finger faster and harder to match his thrusts. His orgasm overtook him and he jerked and shuddered for several minutes, his breath coming hard as he fought for control.
While he recovered, Dylan gently licked him clean and began to kiss her way back up his body, only to stop with a deep kiss to his mouth.
“You taste so good.” she whispered, smiling.
“So do you.” he whispered back, barely able to speak yet, but folding her in his arms and rolling her over so that he was on top of her.
“No Ty.” she laughed. “Not out here. I’d rather not get sand anywhere painful.”
He looked at her. “Oh yes.“ he said. “I’ll be careful, but I have to have you, Dill. I have to have you now.” He began tugging at her pants, dragging them down her legs,
She could feel him hard against her thigh. “Wow, Ty. You really are amazing, have I told you that before?”
“One advantage of having an invitro for your lover.” he grinned, as he eased himself into her hot wet centre. ”We’re engineered for repeat performances.”
He began to slowly push into her, delighting in the feel of her around his hard cock. His head bent to her chest, as he nuzzled his way under her shirt until he had hold of her breast in his mouth. He licked and suckled first on one breast and then the other, using his fingers to tweak and pinch the unattended nipple.
Dylan writhed underneath him, oblivious to her worry about the sand. As he thrust harder into her, she found herself thrusting her hips upwards to meet his thrusts, her hands clinging to him, pulling him close to her. Licking and gently biting his neck, she finally sucked his navel into her mouth, feeling the extra jerk he gave as the sensation sent fire through his veins. Her legs were trapped in her pants. She tried desperately to at least wrap one leg around him, but he was moving too fast for her. He slipped one hand down between them, searching out her clit. He rubbed the hardened nub, making her scream as she came, her hot fluids mingling with his as her muscle contractions took him over the edge.
They lay together until he had softened inside her, then rolling off of her, he gently pulled her pants back up. After pulling his own up, he held her in his arms, looking up at the starry sky.
After a few contented sighs, Dylan spoke. “Can we see the ‘Toga from here, do you think?” she asked him.
“I don’t know.” he said, staring up intently. “It’ll be the one moving.”
“I wonder if your kids were watching us.” she giggled.
“Well, if they were, we gave them one hell of a show.” he laughed, kissing her softly.
She was silent for a minute or two, then said, ”You know, I’ve definitely got sand in places sand shouldn’t be.”
Standing up, he reached out to pull her up. “Come on then. A quick shower to get it out, and then back to bed.” he yawned.
“Well, that’s flattering.” she smiled, reaching to pick up the blanket. “Tired, are you?”
“A bit.” he admitted. “But not so tired I can’t help you remove your sand.”
Hand in hand they walked back to the house, giggling like a pair of teenagers.
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