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!
9.
McQueen woke, feeling warm and cosy. He lay there for a moment, enjoying the feel of Dill in his arms, her back pressed into his chest as he held her. He could hear her mumbling, feel her limbs twitching. He smiled. Did she even know she talked in her sleep? Of course he’d never actually understood anything she’d mumbled, and he would never dream of telling her, but he found it enchanting. So different from his own terrifying nightmares. Sighing, he pulled her a bit closer and kissed her hair, thinking about her being in his quarters, in his bed. She‘d only been here twice before, he thought. The first time had been when she'd managed to get hold of his door code. She'd surprised him with an early morning wake up call. The other time... he smiled as he remembered the consequences of a drunken bet.
He stood staring out of the window, arms folded across his chest, waiting.
There was a knock at the door - it was expected.
“Enter.”
He heard the hatch open and shut behind him, but didn’t turn.
“Colonel? You wanted to see me?”
“Yes.” he said, still not turning around.
“What is it you want, Colonel?”
He sighed. He knew the moment the door opened what it was he wanted. He turned and relaxed into parade rest, hands firmly behind his back, and stared straight into the blue eyes staring at him.
”You know what I want.”
Closing his eyes, he felt, rather than saw, her as she crossed the room to kneel in front of him. He lifted his head to stare at the ceiling as he felt her hands slowly unzipping his flight suit and slipping inside. The skin of his belly quivered as she gently ran her fingers across and down to the waistband of his underwear.
He fought to control his breathing as he felt her soft lips gently kissing the skin where her fingers rested. He could feel her tongue lick back and forth over his flesh and gently push under the fabric and into his fair pubic hair.
She looked up smiling at him. He glanced down into her eyes and nodded his head, answering her question.
Reaching up, she pushed the black suit from his shoulders, down past his waist to pool around the tops of his boots. He shuddered as she gently slipped his shorts down his pale skinned thighs, exposing just how aroused he was.
Smiling, she flicked the head of his penis with her tongue, making him gasp. She began to lick the length of him, slowly and deliberately, while she gently massaged his testicles.
He stood, fighting to keep himself steady, as she suckled on him. Her fingers kneading him felt like fire in his crotch. His knees almost buckled as she took him completely her mouth, her teeth gently rubbing his sensitive flesh as she moved her mouth up and down his length until she began to suck, hard, making him take a step backwards to lean on the window for support.
When she began to suck on the tip of his penis and gently pushed a finger inside him, stimulating his prostate and sending shockwaves through his whole body, causing him to grip her hair tightly in his hands, groaning her name as he thrust into her mouth, he knew that he’d lost.
She continued to suck and lick relentlessly until he began to shudder and thrust himself faster into her mouth, knowing that he was past the point of no return. As he filled her mouth with his hot liquid, he moaned out loud, and she knew she’d won.
He leaned against the wall; his breathing ragged, as she gently licked him clean, and pulled his clothing back into place. Finally she stood as she pulled the zipper up to its usual position.
She leaned upwards and kissed him passionately. He tasted himself on her lips and smiled.
“I won, McQueen. You made a noise.” She grinned widely at him. “And next time you make a bet with me, flyboy, make it a hard one!”
She gave his crotch a squeeze as she turned and started to leave his quarters.
“Dylan.” he whispered. “Wait.”
She stopped and turned, her hands on her hips.
“Yes?”
“I let you win.” he smirked. “Want to try again?” **
Ty could feel his body responding to the memory, his cock achingly hard. God, but he wanted her now. Dill wriggled in his arms.
“Is that a gun in your pocket,” she giggled, “or are you just pleased to see me?”
He chuckled. “That’s bad, Dill. Really, really bad!” He pressed himself closer to her. “But as I never take my gun to bed, I‘d say I’m pleased to see you.”
“Good,” she whispered, rolling herself over to face him, “because I really, really love you.”
He smiled and kissed her gently, his tongue drawing the outline of her lips, before slowly pushing into her mouth, tasting her… and tasting garlic from dinner the night before. For a second he stopped, then, realising he too probably tasted of garlic, he pushed on, sucking her tongue into his own mouth. He needed to let her know how much she meant to him, how much he wanted her, how much he loved her. He broke the kiss to draw breath.
“Mmmmm, garlic.“ she giggled. “You taste good enough to eat.”
He smiled at her. “So do you.”
He gently pushed her onto her back and began to kiss her throat and neck, slowly working his way along her collarbone and back again, kissing and licking the hollows at the base of her throat. His fingers trailed down to her breasts, rubbing her nipples. He followed with his tongue, nibbling his way down to suckle her breasts, nipping and licking her nipples each in turn. His hand danced lower down her body, making her stomach quiver as he stroked his hand gently across it.
Ty slipped his hand down between her legs, gently stroking Dill’s inner thighs, avoiding for the moment her hot inner core. He could feel her heat as she writhed under his hand, trying to get him to touch her. He lowered his head, following the trail of his hand, still licking and nibbling. He spent several minutes paying attention to her navel, making her moan his name as she gripped the sheets tightly in her balled up fists.
As he slid his tongue lower, Ty felt her hand on his neck, gently massaging his navel. Fire coursed through his veins, forcing him to stop for a minute to get his breath back. Slowly he slid two fingers inside her, feeling her hot wet centre tighten around them. His tongue slid inside her, seeking out her hardened nub, sucking gently on it. He enjoyed the way she bucked her hips up as he did so.
He worked his fingers hard inside, finding exactly the right spot to make her shudder underneath him. Dill’s hips moved upwards to meet his mouth, her hands in his hair, pushing his face into her. He could feel her muscles tightening around him as she gave a huge gasp and bucked wildly as her orgasm hit her, sending her into a frenzy of thrusting and shuddering.
Waiting for her to calm, he gently licked her clean, relishing the taste of her. He grew more aware now of his aching cock, of his own desire to be inside her. Once she had calmed, he kissed her soundly, and positioning himself between her thighs, eased himself into her. He began to thrust slowly at first, increasing his speed as she wrapped her legs around him, urging him on.
“Come on Ty, faster than that. Harder, faster…”
Burying his head in her neck, Ty began to thrust with all his might, his desire taking over as again he felt her hand on his navel. Her hand was followed by her tongue as she slowly licked it, running her tongue around the outside, thrusting it into the centre in time with his thrusts. The joint sensations were just too much for him - he almost screamed as his orgasm exploded inside her, his body shaking from the force of it. Collapsing on top of her, he didn’t have the strength to roll to the side. Her arms came up to hold him, one hand cool against his sweat-dampened forehead as she gently stroked his brow.
“Oh god, Dill, do you have any idea at all how much I love you?” he asked quietly, shifting himself until he was lying in her arms.
“Yes.“ she whispered. ”And if it’s even half as much as I love you, then I’m a very lucky woman.”
They lay, with her holding him close, until they both fell into a deep and contented sleep.
Dill woke first. She could feel his breath on her chest, and the soft curls of his hair pressing against her face as he lay with his head nuzzled against her shoulder. Her arm was going numb where he lay on it. She flexed her fingers to get the blood flowing again, but didn’t want to move her arm. He had never slept in her arms before. Maybe she was being fanciful, but it felt like it was a major breakthrough in their relationship. So she lay there, holding him, waiting for him to wake up, and thinking about how, at this moment, she was the happiest she’d ever been.
She lay there thinking about the last 18 months - how so much had happened, good and bad since she’d met him. The joy of finding him, falling in love. The pain of being separated for so long. The joy of the peace talks and the thought that soon he’d be coming for her, but then the horror of the disaster they’d turned into. The hurt of finding that he’d been injured, and been on earth, but no one had told her - that she hadn’t found out until he’d written to her from the ‘Toga, having been declared fit once again. Then when he’d come to see her… the row they’d had, her mother’s hateful words. Her realisation of exactly how much he meant to her - that he was the only person she allowed to call her Dill.
He stirred in her arms, his head burrowing deeper into her shoulder he moaned gently.
“Just exactly how many elephants was it that ran over me?”
She chuckled. “Good morning, sleepyhead.”
He lifted his head and smiled at her. “You’re far more comfy than my regular pillow. Can I keep you?”
Gently twisting his hair in her fingers, she smiled. “Forever and ever, Ty. Forever and ever.”
“Good.” he whispered, lying his head back down. At the sound of her stomach rumbling, he laughed. “Sounds like someone needs feeding. We should get up, take a shower and go get some breakfast.” He made no effort to move, however. “But I’m so comfortable here, I don’t want to move.”
“Then don’t. Do you think they do room service here?” she giggled.
Later, as they sat eating breakfast together in the officers’ mess, the commodore joined them.
“Good god, Ty! Did you look in a mirror today?” he said, putting his plate down. “Mind if I join you?”
“Not at all, please do.” Dylan said with a smile, popping a forkful of supposed eggs into her mouth.
Looking at her swollen lip, he grinned. “You do realise people will think you two had a fist fight, don’t you? And by the state of you,” with a nod to McQueen, “that Dylan won?”
McQueen grinned back at him. “Well, funny you should say that, Glen.”
Ross looked at him and then at Dylan, who was blushing furiously. “You didn’t, did you?”
“This girl has one hell of a right hook.” McQueen chuckled. ” Got my attention though.”
Ross took a sip of his coffee. “I’ll bet it did. I always said you needed someone to pound some sense into that thick skull of yours.” He paused, then said, “I’m glad I found you, Ty. Today’s the last day of your leave. Surely you don’t want to spend it here, so… I took the liberty of arranging for you to take Dylan home. Plus you have an extra day's leave, so you don’t have to report until tomorrow night. I thought you’d like to try out my new baby.” He winked at Dylan. “She fly’s like a dream, doesn’t she, Dylan?”
Dylan nodded, unable to speak, her mouth full of eggs. Swallowing quickly, she spoke. “There’s that huge clearing just behind my cabin. It’d be a perfect spot to set her down on.“ she grinned at McQueen. “And imagine the look on my mothers face!”
“I understand her mother’s not too fond of you, Ty.” Ross chuckled.
“You could say that.” McQueen answered with a wry grin.
“Heavens, she hates him with a passion! And she’s only met him once, during Ty's last leave. I forced her to have dinner with us. She's avoided him since then.” Dylan told Ross. “After all, he’s an invitro, lowest scum ever to walk this earth.” She sighed, reaching to squeeze McQueen’s hand.
“Hell, McQueen, you’re slacking. Usually people hate you on sight!” Ross laughed. He sobered as he took in his friends battered and bruised face. “Which I guess they did this time too.”
Dylan sighed. “Oh, yes, they sure did.”
She reached out to stroke McQueen's jaw, aware that she had caused the largest of the bruises there. “At least my mother’s not violent. Unlike her daughter.” she whispered softly.
Ross cleared his throat, painfully aware that he was intruding on a private moment. He knew that McQueen didn’t have too many of those, and it made him uncomfortable.
“OK, kids. Hanger bay 12 in 25 mikes. She’ll be ready for you.” Ross rose, and picking up his half-empty plate, left them to finish their meal.
As they’d entered Scottish airspace, McQueen had received a warning that the weather over the highlands was bad. Landing the launch amidst a sea of swaying fir trees had not been his idea of fun, but he’d done it without a hitch, causing Dylan to turn to him.
“I’m impressed, flyboy. I know Glen said you were an excellent pilot, but seeing it for myself,” she smiled wickedly at him, standing up and softly breathing down his neck, “it gives me ideas.”
Ty squirmed in his seat as her tongue flicked over his navel, sending fire through his veins. ”Stop it, Dill!” he snapped. Softening it with a small smile, he added, ”Let me shut this bird down. When we’re indoors…“ he peered out at the grey rain laden sky, “you can do whatever you want to me, I promise.”
“You’re on.” she whispered, with one last lick of his neck.
Holding hands they ran through the belt of trees, hurrying to get out of the cold rain that had started the moment they left the flyer.
“Welcome to sunny Scotland.” Dylan laughed as McQueen ducked to avoid a tree branch. “It was raining last time you came, too.”
“Come on, Dill, I’m cold.” he shivered, as rain ran down his neck.
“We can soon remedy that.” she giggled, as he pulled her along.
“Is there a rug in front of that huge fire of yours?” he asked, with a lecherous grin.
“Oooh, there is. There is, indeed!” Dill smiled at the thought of a roaring fire, and him naked in front of it.
Their good mood evaporated when they turned the corner of the cabin and found Dylan’s mother standing on the step.
“I knew it was you.” Her tone was cold and venomous. Moira refused to register McQueen's presence as she glared at Dylan.
“Ty’s just bringing me home, mother.“ Dylan said in a tiny voice, her mother's look reducing her to feeling like a five-year old again.
“Well, you’re home now. He can leave.” Moira pointedly ignored McQueen.
“Yes, mother.” she said meekly, starting to turn in order to dismiss him. Before she completed her move, though, realization dawned on her that she no longer had to obey her mother, and it made her turn back. Firmly she said, “No, mother. He’ll be leaving tomorrow. Tonight he’s staying.”
She reached for the door handle, but her mother grabbed her hand. “Is it not enough that you brought this tank here once before, now you have to announce it by flying in? You're unsettling everyone with your selfishness, Dill. What about the others? How do you think they feel? They came here to be free of tanks, to forget. Don’t rub their noses in it.“
She turned to McQueen, giving a look of pure venom. “Go. You’re not welcome here. Leave my daughter alone. She doesn’t need you, she has us.”
Refusing to release Dylan's hand, Ty straightened, turning into Colonel McQueen, USMC, his voice cool and polite. “Ma’am. I’m here at Dylan’s request, and until she gives me orders to leave, I’m staying. I’ll happily stay out of the way of everyone else.” He strode past her to the door, pulling Dylan with him. ”Now, if you’ll excuse me, Dill is wet and cold. I need to get her inside and warmed up before she catches a chill.”
Following them inside, Moira continued her rant. “Don’t you ma’am me! You can’t butter me up, I know better. I know more about tanks than Dill ever will.”
Dylan couldn’t help herself - she laughed. “Oh, I don’t know about that… I think I know quite a bit, don’t I, Colonel?”
Her mother, however, did not find it amusing. “Dill, leave us. We need to talk.”
Dylan scowled. “I’m not 5, mother. You can’t send me to my room anymore.”
McQueen smiled at her. “Go on - go get that fire started.” He let go of her hand with one last squeeze. Watching her wistfully as she left the room, desire blazing in his eyes, images of her in front of the log fire flickered through his mind.
Reality rudely intruded as Moira spoke.
“Are you pleased with yourself?” she carried on, despite his puzzled look. “Caught yourself a natural born, lucky you. She has no idea of the problems she faces. She thinks she’s in love with you… that you love her.” she laughed scornfully. ”But we both know better, don’t we? If you cared even one iota about her, you would never have let it get this far. How could you put her through this?”
Hearing her repeat the very things that had gone through his head only the night before angered him. Taking a deep breath to keep calm, he replied, “Yes, I’m pleased with myself. Who wouldn’t be? Dill is a beautiful young woman. Yes she’s natural born, but she’s also half-Invitro. And yes, she does love me, and I love her. She understands the problems - she’s already had to deal with them. Take a good look at this face. I didn’t just wake up with it, you know, and Dill’s lip didn’t split itself.”
He stopped to draw a breath, ignoring the hateful look on her face. ”I don’t mean to disrespect you, ma’am, but you don’t know your daughter half as well as you think you do. Dill is a strong woman, not just physically, but mentally. Which frankly surprises me, considering she’d never left here until 18 months ago - never had real contact with the outside world and had no idea what an Invitro was.”
“Just stop right there.” Moira yelled. “How dare you tell me that I don’t know my own daughter? I brought her up. I kept her safe from tanks like you. Without me, she’d be nothing… worthless in the eyes of the world… a tank brat! She’s better than that.”
He nodded. “I agree, she is. That’s why I love her. That, and the fact that she took me on and fought damned hard to make sure I didn’t throw it all away. Mrs Mackenzie, Dill’s worked incredibly hard at keeping our relationship going despite the fact that she’s rarely seen me. Doesn't that tell you anything?”
“It tells me that you’re damned clever, and no doubt very manipulative!” she spat.
He sighed. Obviously he wasn’t going to change her mind. “I know you don’t like me, and I understand why, but please believe me - I have no intention of hurting her. I’ve done that once,“ he shook his head, “and I plan never to again.”
“You’re a tank. What would you know of human feelings?”
“That’s enough, mother!” Dylan said forcefully from the door. “I believe we’ve been here before. Please leave. I am spending the rest of tonight alone with the man I love, before he has to go back to this damned war he’s fighting to keep me safe. You too, mother. He’s fighting it so that bigots like you can say what you please. Except not here, you can’t - not in my home.“ She paused and looked at him before continuing firmly, “In our home. It’s the one place I won’t put up with it - not now, not ever. So if all you can do is stand there and insult him, you’d better leave. Now.” She turned to McQueen, holding out her hand. “Come on, Ty, the fires lit. Let’s get you out of those wet clothes.”
Taking her hand, he allowed himself to be led from the room.
The front door slammed shut.
The next day as she stood in his arms while he gave her one last hug before he left, she knew that whatever happened now, they could deal with it, together. Watching him as he walked away and started the engines on Ross’s launch, she smiled, waving as he waved goodbye to her, the sunlight glinting on the diamond on her finger.
She looked at it as she walked back to the house. He’d given it to her the night before, after they’d made love in front of the fire. He’d disappeared for a moment, and when he’d reappeared he’d been carrying a small velvet box. He whispered to her that he’d bought it when he first came to Scotland to see her, but the time had never seemed right. And then he’d planned to ask her the night of their attack, but it had all gone to pot. She smiled at the memory of him kneeling naked, his side red from the fire’s heat, his face red from his blush, as he asked her to be his wife.
She’d never been so happy in all her life.
Fin.
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