A/N: When we last left, after Dick convinced Logan to talk Veronica into trying on the cheerleader costume, Logan planted the seed of an idea that eventually became Dick and Mac's life long business. . . with a little bit of naughty pleasure thrown in for good measure.

*~*~*~*~* PRESENT DAY ~*~*~*~*~*

"I kinda remember that trip," Veronica blushes as she wordlessly admits to having engaged in some roll playing of her own.

Mandy can't resist and asks, "Did dad really make you get knee socks after that?"

Although she can't believe her daughter actually asked her that, after taking a sip of the wine Lilly had poured for her, Veronica decides to tease her back, "I think I was wearing them when you were conceived."

"Mom!" Mandy gasps as Lily pipes up from the corner, "Way to go Aunt 'Ronica!"

"It turned out to a be a good business model," Mac reminds them. "It paid for this house a hundred times over."

~*~*~*~*~FLASHBACK ~*~*~*~*~*

They were having dinner at home, sitting on the deck listening to the waves. Dick was enjoying a steak while Mac was happily chowing down on a grilled portabella mushroom "burger" and a side salad.

"God, I'm glad it's Friday," Mac shared taking a sip of her wine and watching the sun dip into the ocean. You could hear the weariness in her voice.

Automatically Dick reached out a long arm and massaged her tired shoulders.

"Are you gonna have time to do that website upgrade we need? We're runnin' outta band width or something with all the traffic," Dick reminded her.

Grimacing, Mac leaned back into his touch. "Yeah, . . ." she sighed. "I'll do it. We're nowhere if the server crashes."

"I've been thinking about that," Dick began but didn't stop rubbing Mac's shoulders. "You work too hard."

"So you're finally admitting you're a slave driver?" Mac joked.

"Not me. You're other job," Dick clarified. "I think you should quit."

Mac chuckled at his ridiculous suggestion. "I can't quit my job, Dick."

"Why not?"

"Ah. . . what would I live on?" Mac asked.

"Love," Dick quickly supplied with a big grin, but Mac only glared at that answer so he continued. "Come work for the businesses full time."

Shaking her head Mac declared, "I'm not gonna be your employee."

Dick stopped rubbing Mac's shoulders and sat back down. Turning her chair to face him, he grew serious as the last of the daylight faded into the horizon. "As my partner."

Rolling her eyes, Mac immediately dismissed that suggestion. "If you need to raise capital don't you think you'd be better off talking to Logan or one of your frat brothers? I'm sure they'd love to buy in."

"We don't need capital, Cindy. You do the books. You see the numbers. Cash isn't the problem. But I do need help and I need somebody I trust."

Mac smiled softly at her boyfriend. Although they didn't discuss it often, Dick was always cautious about people using him for his money. While he wasn't as paranoid as Logan, he was circumspect when it came to finances and financial advice. He was all too well aware that his father made a fortune fleecing unsuspecting investors.

When she didn't immediately shoot him down, Dick kept talking. "You have always been my number one, behind the scenes, go-to-girl. You know the businesses as well as I do. I can do the vision stuff – the marketing, the where we're going and keep up with the surf stuff while you get it all done. You were always better at the inventory and the employees that I was."

"That's because you're a walking sexual harassment suit waiting to happen," Mac teased.

Dick laughed at himself through her eyes but protested her assessment. "One time. I made one comment about that chick's boobs flopping out of her wetsuit and you think I'm a pervert."

Leaning in, Mac kissed Dick sweetly on the lips before reminding him, "No, I know you're a pervert, babe."

If she wanted to play, Dick was up for anything, Mac could throw at him. Placing both of his hands on the bare skin of her upper thighs protruding from her short shorts, Dick massaged the tender flesh as his pushed her legs apart and sank to his knees in front of her. Dipping his head, he began to nuzzle at the apex of her thighs, causing her to moisten in anticipation of his touch.

"Inside," Mac hissed standing up and abandoning the dinner dishes.

"That's where I'm trying to go," Dick assured her, slipping his long fingers up the leg holes of her shorts, reaching to get to her center.

"No, inside the house," Mac explained trying to urge him to stand.

Dick complied with her unspoken request. "I just want to be inside you."

They only made it as far as the living room. They both started shucking off their clothes as soon as the sliders and blinds were closed.

Instantly Dick pushed Mac so she was bent over the side of the couch. One hand cupped her breasts in his massive palm. The other unbuttoned her shorts. She helped him push them down her legs as she reached back to caress his straining cock through his increasingly tight shorts. Once he had her naked below the waist, Dick shed his own shorts, then pushed Mac's legs wide apart. Reaching around he toyed with her opening to assure that she was lubricated enough for his invasion; she wasn't quite there yet so he took a few minutes to tease her labia while she rubbed her ass against his crotch. Having determined she was ready for him, Dick grabbed her hip to steady her as his plunged into her from behind.

"God, you feel amazing!" She cried as he plugged away at her.

Reaching between their legs, Mac gently cradled his balls in her small hands. Her slow movements were in great contrast to the powerful thrusts he was plowing into her.

Mac didn't have the strength to support both of their weight as Dick rammed home over and over. The couch was taking most of the shock and the cool leather provided a delicious contrast to her burning clit whenever her wide open legs made contact.

It didn't take long for Dick's orgasm to build. "Don't come inside me," she ordered, not wanting to be all sticky. Complying, just as he couldn't hold on any longer, Dick pulled back and nestled himself between her ass cheeks, spurting ribbons of white across her back.

"God, babe. You are so fucking amazing!" he praised as he stripped off his t-shirt to clean up the mess he left across Mac's back.

Before they hit the floor one of them had managed to grab the afghan off the couch and drag it down with them.

As Mac lay on her back breathing heavily after their intense lovemaking, Dick turned on his side and propped his head up on an elbow to look at her. "I was serious you know. I want you to come work at the store full time as my partner."

"Dick,. . ." she started to protest but he cut her off.

"Cindy," he used a tone that told her he was serious. "Look, I talked to the lawyers. Plus there's this contract coming up with the State of California to supply surfboards and equipment to all the lifeguard towers. We've got a better chance at it if we are WEBC certified."

"We who?" Mac asked. "What are you talking about?"

"Women and minority own businesses. It's about supplier diversity. . . about getting government contracts into the hands of somebody other than white men," Dick explained.

"Ah, honey," Mac rolled over to look at him and drink in his gorgeous naked body. Tracing a finger along his flaccid member, she reminded him of something she was sure he couldn't have forgotten, "You are a white man."

Caressing her breasts for emphasis, he retorted, "But you're not."

"So?" Mac really didn't understand where he was going with this but she knew he must have a point because he mentioned lawyers, a government contract and some acronym she didn't know anything about.

"You come into Sexy Surfer. We incorporate. I give you 51% of the company and viola we're a minority owned business."

Mac sat up, crossed her legs Indian style and stared at him disbelievingly. "You can't just give me controlling interested in your business."

Mirroring her posture Dick continued, "I'm not going to give it to you, well not all of it."

"You know I can't afford to buy in," Mac protested.

"I need you to make this legit plus I love you and I expect something in return," Dick marshaled his arguments.

"I know you tell me I give the best blow jobs in the world but I don't think they justify giving me 51% of your business," Mac tried to lighten the mood with a joke.

Dick took the bait, "You do give great head, babe, but right now I need you focus and stop distracting me with all your sex."

"Me? Focus? I'm not the one with the focus problem," Mac replied haughtily. "Or the sex problem."

"I didn't hear you complaining last night while I was focused all on you," Dick retorted, leering at his naked girlfriend.

"All right, all right," Mac returned the conversation to the topic at hand. "Explain this to me again."

"It's very simple. You get 51% of Sexy Surfer. I get some percentage of the Grade sites and then we go get that lifeguard contract. You come in as, I don't know, how does COO sound?"

Although she was mulling this over Mac couldn't help but tease Dick. "It sounds like I do all the work as Chief Operating Officer, while you get all the glory as CEO."

Dipping his head to kiss her lightly, Dick concurred, "That's why you're the brains of this outfit!" Kissing her more deeply, Dick pressed Mac back onto the floor and loomed over her prone body. "And what beautiful brains they are," he praised before starting round two to seal their new business arrangement.

#*~*~*~*~*~*~#

After Dick convinced Mac to quit her job and made her COO at a substantial salary increase, the businesses grew faster than either expected. They got the contract to supply surfboards to the State of California. They rented, then bought warehouse space. They found more suppliers and started to advertise. The Surf Shop sponsored local, then bigger competitions. They took out ads in surf related magazines. The traffic that came for the sports equipment, stayed for the sex toys. The cross-promotions also helped drive more traffic to the "grade" sites which allowed them to charge the advertisers more money and revenues exploded.

*~*~*~* END FLASHBACK ~*~*~*~*~*

Ever the quiet one, Kelly observes, "I can't believe we're having this conversation."

Savannah isn't going to let her sister get away with the reticent act. "Hello. Pineapple. Have you met our parents?"

Brianna jokes, "It's a wonder you didn't have more than five kids."

"Birth control is a wonderful thing," Veronica observes. "Your parents always were hot and heavy right from the beginning."

"I think that's awesome. Sex shouldn't become dull and routine just because you're married. I don't think my dad's been laid in years," Lily offers.

"You'd be surprised, little girl," Veronica shoots down her Goddaughter's theory. Realizing that all eyes were on her, Veronica back pedals, "Not that I know for sure, but I do know Duncan."

Ever the romantic, Kelly interjects, "Enough with the sex talk already. Tell us again about how dad proposed. I love that story. It's so romantic."

Veronica snorts. "I guess you never told them anything but the G-rated version: your third Valentine's day and all that."

"I take it there is more to the story than your usual diamond and one knee," Lily predicts.

"The way I heard it they were naked," Veronica reveals as Mac blushes and her daughters groan in unison.

"Everything I told you was true. We went for a romantic walk on the beach on a tropical island. We had champagne. We swam in the ocean," Mac assures her daughters. "What I may have left out was that we were staying in a private bungalow at a secluded resort and I may have changed the order of things just a little."

"Don't tell me my parents got engaged at Hedonism!" squawks Brianna.

"Don't be ridiculous. I would never go to a place like that," Mac admonishes.

"Dick would have loved to have gone there," Veronica interjects.

"Dick did go there," Mac shoots her old friend a look but then plays dirty, "With Logan."

Veronica's eyes widen in surprise as a shocked Mandy declares, "Gross."

Veronica can't believe there's something she didn't know. "When did Logan go to Hedonism?"

"Thanksgiving break junior year," Mac supplies. "They came back pretty scarred because most of the other vacationers weren't exactly the supermodels they were hoping to see." Everyone laughs at the idea of Logan and Dick on a nude beach surrounded by less than perfect specimens of the human form.

"How did I not know this?" Veronica demands.

"You knew they went to Jamaica to get away from the holidays. Logan was particularly depressed because you guys were broken up again and Dick thought naked babes on the beach would cheer him up. It was just that nobody wanted to tell you exactly where they went because we all knew the break up wouldn't last," Mac reminds Veronica of the roller coaster that used to be her relationship. Even after all these years, if she was honest with herself Veronica knew that if she had known Logan went to Hedonism she would have been angry with him.

Brainna stops this trip down memory lane, "So were you really naked when dad proposed to you on the beach?"

"Yeah, well he was; I had on a towel I think," admits Mac, "which is why I never told you that part, but the rest is true. It was sunset on Valentine's Day, our third anniversary. We had champagne. We'd been swimming in the ocean and making love on the sand . . . he got down on one knee. . "

The girls sigh as Mac continues. "Even though he didn't have ring, he told me that I was the best thing that ever happened to him and how awesome it was that we'd made each other better people – I made him more serious and he helped me be more carefree – how good we were for each other and that we fit together just right so we ought to 'zoom the big wave' and get married."

The girls all smile and Mac continues. "The next day we took a ferry to St. Thomas and picked out our rings." Sniffing and fighting back the fresh round of tears threatening to flow, Mac holds out her left hand to admire the diamond set that rested there for almost forty years.

Although she's heard this story hundreds of times, Veronica still rolls her eyes. Dick always had a unique way of phrasing things. "I have to admit. He was right – you two were a perfect fit and a perfect balance."

Lily is the only one who is impressed. "I think it's wonderful that you two kept the spark going all these years."

Beaming at her friend's daughter Mac finally sees what her son Mitch sees in Lily, that same gusto that was always in Dick. With that realization a fresh round of tears flows freely from her tired eyes but there is a sliver of peace in her heart. Her memories and her family will comfort her.

Placing her hand over the bracelet, Veronica consoles her dearest friend. "It's a love story on your wrist. A reminder of how much you loved each other with a love that will always endure."

Drawing comfort and strength from Veronica, Mac surveys her girls. Tomorrow she would bury Dick. Today she would let their daughters love her.

The End.

A/N: Try as I might I never could write the wedding / honeymoon. It just didn't make sense. I couldn't do it justice but this seemed to flow. I hoped you enjoyed my little fairy tale. When I initially came into this fandom, the idea of MaDi was ridiculous to me but then as I started to watch them grow together in FF they made more sense.