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!
6.
Waking later that morning, McQueen found himself pinned to the bed by Dylan’s limbs. Gently untangling himself, he paid a quick visit to the bathroom before heading to the kitchen to put some coffee on. Grateful that Dylan had insisted they buy more groceries, he rummaged in the fridge to see what they could have for breakfast. Bagels were fine, but he wanted something more substantial.
As he stood there with his head in the fridge and goose bumps on his naked flesh, he heard the phone ring. Shutting the fridge door, he headed into the small study, stopping when he realised it was a vidphone. Whoever was calling would know he was naked. He looked around hurriedly for something to cover himself with. Finding nothing, he sat up close to the desk and prayed the caller would see only the top half of him.
It was Commodore Ross, checking to make sure they’d settled in OK. “Hi Glen,” Ty smiled, “this is a great place. Thanks for offering it.”
“My pleasure, Ty. Hell, you’ve barely spent anytime with this girl of yours. I wanted you to have a good time. I see that you are.” his friend laughed, waving an arm at his bare chest.
Blushing, McQueen changed the subject. “So, how are those kids of mine. Behaving themselves?” he asked.
“That’s why I’m calling you.“ At McQueen’s frown, he hurried on. “Don’t worry, they’re fine. Since we’re here getting some refitting done anyway, I’m sending them off on a few days liberty. They asked if they could come and see you. Apparently they’d like to say hello to Dylan.” He smirked. “I think they just want to check her out, make sure she’s good enough for you. So I said I’d ask if they could come visit, just for a day.”
McQueen sighed. He’d wanted this week to be him and Dill, but how could he deny his kids? “OK…when?” he asked.
Ross grinned. “Well… actually, they’ve already left. I’d say they’ll be getting to you anytime in the next couple of hours.”
“Glen! What happened to asking my permission?” he groaned.
“Oh hell, Ty, I knew you’d say yes. These are your kids, and they want to meet their new mom.” he laughed
“They’ve already met her, and I wish you wouldn’t say things like that Glen. It’s not funny.”
“Ty, they met her 18 months ago. Only Hawkes has seen her since. Do you really think they’d trust his judgement?” Ross chuckled. “And don’t tell me you haven’t considered it, Ty, I know you too well.”
“We barely know each other, Glen.“ He sighed, falling back in the chair, then sitting up straight again as he remembered his nakedness.
“You knew Amy 6 months as I recall. Didn’t stop you then, and I have a better feeling about Dylan.” Ross told him.
“What do you mean, ‘a better feeling’?” Ty asked his body stiffening at the mention of his ex-wife. He tried to push the painful bitter feelings back into the dark place in his heart that they’d crept from.
Ross sighed, seeing the tension in McQueen’s body.
“I didn’t say anything at the time because you were so happy, but I never really liked Amy. She looked on you as some kind of trophy. She never saw you as a man, only as a fighter pilot. I got the impression that any pilot would have done.” Seeing the pained look on McQueen’s face, he hurried on.
“I’m sorry, Ty. I wish I’d spoken up at the time. I might have been able to save you some heartache.”
“It’s OK, Glen. It’s history now. I wouldn’t have listened to you anyway. I was too besotted; otherwise I might have seen it too. And, as you say, saved myself some heartache.” He grimaced at the images of Amy screaming at him, telling him it was his fault. Everything in that marriage was always his fault. So lost in his thoughts was he that he almost missed Ross’s next words.
“At least you know the difference now between love and lust.” Ross chuckled. “And I’d lay money its not just lust this time.”
McQueen felt the colour rising to his face again. “No, Glen, its not.” he whispered.
Seeing that he’d made his friend uncomfortable, Ross laughed. “I’ll sign off. Go get some clothes on before those kids arrive. I’ll see you when you get back. And Ty, use sunscreen - you look a bit pink.”
Shaking his head, Ty laughed. “Thanks again, Glen, for the loan of the house. And don’t you worry, Dill smothers me in the damn stuff.”
Once Ross had hung up, he headed back upstairs.
Carefully choosing his clothes, he headed to take a shower before dressing, marvelling at the way Dill slept so soundly snuggled under the sheets, snoring softly. He decided he’d better wake her; it wouldn’t be fair to let her face his kids having only just woken up. A shower and some coffee was what she was going to need, at the very least.
Gently shaking her shoulder, he whispered, “Dill, it’s time to get up. We’re getting some visitors.”
Opening her eyes, she looked up at him. ”Get back in this bed and say good morning properly.” she whispered sleepily.
“I’d love to, Dill, any other day, but the 58th are on their way to visit us. Come on! You need to get up before they get here!”
Hearing the note of panic in his voice, she reached up and pulled him down to her. “Calm down. The 58th? What are they doing coming here?”
“They’ve got some R&R, and they wanted to come and say hello to you.” he whispered, wishing she hadn’t pulled him onto the bed. He knew she was naked under the sheets, and so did his body.
“You mean they’re coming to check me out.” she whispered into his neck. Her warm breath stimulated him further, as she slipped her hand under his shirt, gently stroking his stomach.
“Dill, this is not the time.” he groaned. “They’ll be here soon.”
“Then we’ll just have to make it a quickie then, won’t we?” she giggled, her fingers sliding under the waistband of his jeans.
Feeling her fingers gently stroking his growing arousal, he knew he was lost.
“Come on,” she whispered, her breath hot in his ear, “help me get these jeans off. You’re far too overdressed.”
As soon as she had him undressed, she pushed him onto his back, straddling him. Leaning forward to kiss him, her breasts brushed against his chest. He reached up to cup them, rubbing his thumbs over the nipples until they stood hard and proud. He took one into his mouth and suckled hard. Groaning with pleasure, but diverted from her kiss, she began to slowly nibble his neck, licking his navel, dipping her tongue into it’s centre and swirling around it’s edge, until he wriggled underneath her, moaning with desire.
Positioning herself over his rock hard cock, she slowly slid down onto him, watching his face as she began to slowly move up and down his length.
“Faster, Dill.“ he moaned, reaching to hold her hips as he thrust upwards to meet her. Obeying, she began to thrust herself harder and faster onto him, matching the thrusts he made towards her. As he felt her body begin to tremble with the effort, he rolled them over so that he was on top, and pounded inside her with all his might, desperate to possess her, to claim her for his very own. They came together. He felt her shuddering underneath him, her muscles tightening around his hard cock, pushed him over the edge and he slammed his body against her for all he was worth, emptying himself deep inside her.
Only after regaining his senses did he worry that he might have hurt her. Opening his eyes, he could see tears streaming down her face.
“Oh god, Dill!” he whispered, kissing the tears away. “Did I hurt you? I’m sorry.”
She shook her head. “No, you didn’t hurt me, not at all. In fact, quite the opposite. That was so intense, it just made me cry. I’m sorry. I’m a fool.“ she whispered, trying to wipe the tears away.
He looked at her face - at the large blue eyes, the damp hair curling around her ears, the soft pink lips, the small button nose.
“I love you, Dill Mackenzie.” he whispered, nuzzling into her neck and holding her tight. ”And I don’t think you’re foolish at all. Sometimes I forget just how much smaller than me you are. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry, Ty. You’ve never hurt me yet.” She gave him a wicked grin.
“Surely you should know by now we fit like a glove!”
Smiling, he rolled onto his back. “The 5-8 will be here any minute. We better have a shower, and no funny business.“ he warned her, climbing out of bed and reaching to take her hand to help pull her up.
By the time the 58th had arrived, looking sheepish as they trailed through the door, Ty and Dill had showered without incident, and eaten a quick breakfast, of bagels again, to his disgust. Dylan promised him she’d cook him something special for dinner, and the way she wrapped her arms around him, kissing him in consolation at having to eat the bagels, he wished she’d bought more raspberries.
They all sat out on the small patio overlooking the beach, a slight awkwardness between them. The 5-8 was embarrassed at intruding on their CO’s private time, and McQueen was feeling awkward because he knew why they were there. The only person who seemed unaffected was Dylan, gaily running in and out bringing everyone drinks, only stopping occasionally to drop a kiss on the top of his head as she passed him.
Deciding someone needed to say something, McQueen spoke up.
“So the Commodore tells me he’s given you a few days R&R.” At the vigorous nodding of their heads, he carried on. “So why are you wasting time visiting me? I’ll be back soon enough. You can’t be missing me already.”
He watched as his kids glanced at each other. Finally West answered him.
“We just wanted to say hi to Dylan, sir.” he mumbled. “We thought as we were so close, it’d be kinda polite.”
McQueen hid a smile. “What you mean…” he started.
“… is that you wanted to make sure I wasn’t some floozy out to break his heart.” Dylan said, coming up to stand beside his chair and squeezing his shoulder.
“No!” “Not at all!” “ Of course not!” they all protested, except Hawkes. “Uh, yeah…I guess so.”
They all stared at him.
“Cooper!” Damphousse chastened.
“What? All the way here you’ve been talking about her. Saying she better not hurt him or she’ll be sorry, and now you won’t say so!” He shook his head, puzzled.
Dylan laughed, seating herself on McQueen’s lap to his obvious discomfort. What they did in private was one thing, but in public… in front of his kids… was another. Feeling his tension, she moved herself to a chair, giving him a hard stare. “Well, I can’t promise you not to hurt him, but I’ll do my best.”
She stared around at them. Her eyes first went to Hawkes, who she knew best. The familiar blue eyes that twinkled with mischief… the hair that stood on end. He’d cut it since she last saw him. Then West, his dark hair falling across his forehead, the dark eyes looking back at her appraising her. She thought he seemed to be reading her very soul. And the girls - Damphousse and Vansen - so very different from each other. Damphousse was a dark skinned beauty, comfortable with her femininity in a way that Vansen wasn’t. Despite the dress and her wide eyes and long hair, Vansen was a marine to the core. Dylan felt she had no idea just how attractive she really was. For a moment Dylan was saddened, knowing that there should have been another. Wang. He’d been lost when the peace talks failed. Those damn peace talks, she thought. They’d offered so much hope, yet caused these people around her, this little family, so much grief. The loss of Wang… the short-term loss of the girls… and of course, they’d cost Ty his leg. Damn the Chigs!
Looking up, she realised they were all staring at her. Laughing nervously, she asked, “What... was I thinking out loud?”
“No, but you looked real sad.” Hawkes offered.
“Sorry.” she smiled. “I was thinking how much this war has affected you all. God, how I hate those damn Chigs!”
“Don’t worry, we’ve got ‘em on the run now. It won’t be much longer, will it colonel?” Hawkes grinned, looking to McQueen.
McQueen shook his head. “Keep hoping, Hawkes. We’re doing the best we can.” He looked over to Dylan, giving her a reassuring smile.
“Well,“ Dylan said, “this is cheerful talk and no mistake.“ She stood up. “Now I’m guessing you’ll be staying for lunch?”
“If it’s OK with you and the colonel.” Damphousse replied
Standing up, Dylan turned to them. “I’ll go sort out lunch. Why don’t you all sit here and chat?” With that, she turned and almost ran indoors.
McQueen stared after her wistfully, wishing he could follow her to find out what was the matter; he’d seen her lip tremble as she passed him.
They sat in silence for a moment before Damphousse stood up. “I think I’ll go and see if she’d like some help.” she said with a glance at McQueen. Seeing his slight nod, she left them to talk.
Inside, she found Dylan leaning on the kitchen counter, wiping her eyes. Going to her, she put a reassuring hand on her shoulder.
“It’s OK. We aren’t ogres. We won’t eat you.” Damphousse smiled. “It’s just that… well, he’s our CO. But he’s more than that to us. He’s very special. We know he calls us his kids, to the commodore anyway, but he is like a father to us. Especially to Cooper.”
Dylan looked up at her. “I know it’s silly,“ she smiled, “but Glen told him you were coming to check out your new mom. He thought it’d make me laugh when he told me. It didn’t. It scared the living daylights out of me. Look at you all, the same age as me, rough tough marines. You’ve done so much, seen so much more than I will ever see. It makes me feel so small and insignificant. How could he think it funny, saying I can be your mom?”
Damphousse smiled, hugging her. ”I think that’s why he loves you.“ she whispered. “You’re not a rough, tough marine. You’re his escape from what we face everyday. The reason he fights now is to keep you safe. If you saw how he is after mail call… when he gets your parcel….“ She stood back, still holding Dylan’s shoulders. “None of us have any doubts that he loves you dearly; we just wanted to make sure that you love him as much as we do. That you’ll look after him, and keep him safe when this damn war is over.”
They both looked up at a small cough from the doorway. “Need any help?” Vansen asked.
“We’re fine here, aren’t we?” Damphousse asked Dylan.
“Yes, we’re fine,“ she nodded, “but we could do with some help getting the lunch ready.”
Vansen smiled and gave Damphousse a light slap to the shoulder. “I knew you could do it ‘Phousse.” She turned to Dylan. “I think if I’m going to be your kitchen gofer, you’d better call me Shane.”
“Vanessa.“ Damphousse grinned.
“Dylan.” she grinned. “Now… what shall we have? Oh, I know. Ty’s been eyeing up that barbeque outside since we arrived, but I’ll need one of you to come to the store with me.”
“I’ll come!” both the girls said at once.
Dylan grinned. “We’ll all go, and leave the men to the time honoured task of making fire. I hope one of you drives, because I don’t.” she laughed.
Later that evening, as they lay sharing a bath, Dylan nestled in his arms, Ty said, “Well, today could have gone a lot worse.”
“Mm hm. It definitely could, especially after you tried to poison us with your terrible cooking. Thank goodness for Vanessa coming to the rescue.”
He chuckled. “Who would have thought ‘Phousse to be the barbeque expert?”
“Who would have thought you wanted to kill us all with half cooked food?“ she giggled, squirming as he tickled her stomach.
“I blame Hawkes.“ he laughed. “He was supposed to be keeping his eye on it.”
“That’s it, blame someone else! Just like it was West’s fault you lost the volleyball game. It had nothing to do with you falling over flat on your face, did it?” She wriggled some more as his hand wandered lower.
“No, that was your fault. You really shouldn’t have flashed your chest at me. They could have seen you, Dill!”
“Don’t be such a baby,” she whispered, squirming as his hand searched out her junction, ”and if you do that again, Tyrus McQueen, I’ll have to ……”
“You’ll what?” he asked, blowing his hot breath in her ear.
“You are a bad, bad man, McQueen. My mother warned me about men like you!” she yelped, as his finger slid gently inside her.
Pulling her closer and onto his lap, he whispered to her, “I’m sure my kids would have warned me about women like you, if they’d had the chance.”
“Oh, Ty.” she moaned, as his finger gently stroked her, searching out the right spot, “They’re far too scared of you shouting at them to ever say it to your face.”
“I’m not scary, am I?” he mumbled, as his lips traced their way down her neck, kissing and nibbling till he got to her collarbone.
“Not to me, you’re not, but then, you’re not my CO, are you?” she panted, as her breath became harder to catch. His fingers were working her faster now.
She tried to reach behind her to touch him, but he held her too close. “Ty, it’s not fair. I can’t reach you.” she whimpered, as she felt her orgasm building.
He chuckled into her neck. His free hand kneaded and massaged a breast, squeezing the nipple, rubbing his thumb across it, making it hard. “Just relax. I want to do this for you.”
“But you! What about you?” she gasped, as her body started to shake and shudder as she came.
“Shhh…for once in your life stop talking, woman.” He held her close until she was breathing regularly again, and then turned her so that she faced him, sliding her down his hardened length. “Now it’s my turn.”
Opening her eyes, she smiled at him. “That feels pretty good, flyboy. Show me what else you can do.”
“Yes ma’am.”
He supported her hips as she began to move up and down on him. As she gained speed, he thrust upwards, sending waves of water over the edge of the bath.
It didn’t take them long to get lost in a frenzy of thrusting, splashing and laughing. Dylan, tight around his hard cock, brought him over the edge, and his orgasm exploded inside her, bringing her own one to the fore.
They lay back, resting their heads on each other’s shoulders, waiting until they could breathe again.
“It’s a good job you’re so flexible.” she giggled. “Ever do yoga?”
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