When Julie walked through the door, the first person she saw was Murphy. She grabbed him up in a huge hug and kissed his lips with an exagerrated smacking sound. He looked confused but still managed to chuckle, never one to turn down such affection from his friend and soon to be sister-in-law. Jayne came up behind her, tapping her on the shoulder so that she turned around.

"Julie, dear," Jayne smiled. "I do believe you have the wrong twin."

Julie just giggled and rushed off into the other room to find Connor. Murphy wrapped his arms around Jayne. "What was that all about?"

"Wedding excitement, I guess," she shrugged, leaning up to kiss him.

"I missed ye today," he said softly to her, brushing his fingers over her cheek. "'Specially at lunch. Thought ye'd enjoy eatin' in the churchyard with me."

"We were at Bel's shop most of the afternoon," she partially lied. "She making the prettiest wedding dress for Julie. She's going to be a beautiful blushing bride."

"That she is," Murphy smiled. "An' so will ye when we're married."

He leaned down to kiss her again, enjoying the famliar, lovely taste of her lips and skin. Then, he looked down into her eyes. "Are ye ready yet, Jayne?"

"Almost," she answered breathlessly.

"Almost," he repeated, a slight laugh in his voice.

"We'll see after tomorrow," Jayne replied. "I may have a surprise for you then."

"A surprise," he asked. "What is it?"

Jayne laughed a little. "If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise, silly."

Murphy smirked at her, pulling her hips close to his. "I have ways of makin' ye talk."

"Yes you do, but they won't work tonight," she smiled. "Of course, that doesn't mean you can't try."

"Fair 'nough," Murphy smiled, kissing her forehead.

She tugged on his shirt a little, drawing his attention back down to her face. "I think I'll make dinner this evening. I feel very… domestic."

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Later that evening when everyone had finished eating, Connor and Murphy did the dishes while the girls put up leftovers. Hands still dripping wet, Connor grabbed Julie's waist and practically dragged her to their room. He had commented about the effects peanut butter had been having on him lately which made Julie giggle as she shut the door behind them.

Murphy took the time to dry his hands before coming up behind Jayne at the counter. He gathered her hair and moved it over one of her shoulders, pressing his lips to the back of her neck to whisper "Mon bel ange."

She shivered, and it urged him forward, closing the distance between them even more as he palmed her hips. "Je vous veux. J'ai besoin de vous…"

"Et je, vous, mon beau diable," Jayne sighed.

He gripped the hem of her shirt gently, and she raised her arms so he could lift it off her. His lips trailed along her bare shoulders as he unclasped her bra and let it join the discarded shirt on the floor. She moaned gently as his fingers brushed down her sides before reaching around to undo her jeans. Then he slid them and her panties down her hips. When she had untangled herself from them, she turned and kissed him hard, tugging at his shirt until he pulled it off.

Jayne ran her fingers through his hair as he trailed kisses down her neck and chest. Reaching down, Murphy lifted her off her feet so that she could wrap her legs around his waist as he carried her over to their mattress. He knelt down, laying her back gently on the sheets, lips and fingers skimming bare skin and making her back arch. Her fingers trailed down his chest while he leaned over her, unbuckling his belt and working his jeans down his legs.

"I love you," he whispered against her lips, sliding inside her.

The satisfied moan that left her spurred him on, not caring that they were basically on the floor in the middle of the living room. The window curtains weren't even completely drawn, anyone could walk up and catch them in their shameless tumbling. But with Jayne wrapped around him, her arms and legs clutching at him for love and pleasure that he was more than happy to give, Murphy wouldn't have cared. Because when she cried out his name in certain ecstasy, he was sure he knew Heaven.

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The next morning, Jayne woke up early. Her stomach felt queazy, but her legs were too weak to stand up. She laid there, feeling Murphy's head against her chest as he slept, snoring gently. Her fingers ran through his hair lovingly as she leaned down to kiss the top of his head. He shifted in his sleep, wrapping his arms tighter around her waist. She smiled at that and tried to drift back to sleep.

She was almost there when the phone rang. It didn't seem to bother Murphy at all. No sound came from Julie and Connor's room, so Jayne decided she should answer it. Sliding out from under Murphy carefully, she got up, slipping her shirt and undwear back on before picking up the receiver.

"Hello," she asked quietly.

"Hi, Jayne," Bel's voice came on the other line. "I'm sorry, did I wake ye?"

"No," she shook her head even though she couldn't be seen. "I was just laying in bed with Murphy."

Bel laughed gently. "Then I am sorry I bothered ye. But I had a request of ye."

"Yeah," Jayne asked.

"Would ye mind bringin' the boys 'round fer their kilt fittin's this morning. Then I'd like ye and Julie ta stay fer lunch," Bel asked. "Kit an' I thought we'd throw our own little celebration for Julie's gettin' married."

"Oh, like a bachelorette party," Jayne laughed.

"Aye," Bel replied. "Except with so few a us, it won't be as raunch as ye Americans are used ta."

"Well, I'll get them over," Jayne assured. "But we can't stay very long because we're doing something this afternoon."

"No problem," Bel answered. "Just a few presents we bought and some lunch. See ye then."

"See ya," Jayne said before hanging up the phone.

She walked over to the bedroom door and pressed her ear to the door. There weren't any tell-tale sounds of fooling around going on inside, so she felt it was safe enough to crack the door open. Peaking in, she could see Julie and Connor sleeping on the small bed, Connor nuzzling at the back of her neck as he slept. Creeping over, Jayne smiled down on them, hating to wake either up. But she reached down and nudged Julie a little.

"Hey," she whispered loudly. "Julie. Get up."

Julie's eyes fluttered open and turned up to her. "Hmmm… Jayne?"

"Who else," she smiled. "Come on, up for breakfast. We've got things to do today."

Julie nodded, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. " 'Kay."

She started to get up, but Connor's grip tightened as he grumbled in protest. Julie smiled, rubbing her hand over his. He let her go, rolling over onto his stomach and gathering her pillow beneath his nose with a contented smile once she had left the bed.

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Translation

Je vous veux. J'ai besoin de vous - I want you. I need you...

Et je, vous - And I , you

Je vous aime, - I love you

A/N: Mmmm... the Twins in kilts and a bachelorette party! Hope the next chap doesn't disappoint too much... Love, Sithy