A few days later, Brian came home from school with a torn shirt and a black eye. He was pretty beaten up. Shiela called Jack immediately. Her son refused to discuss it with her, so she was hoping his father could get the truth out of him. After he arrived, his son confessed that one of his classmates called him "the bastard McCoy", so Brian pounded the crap out of the kid for it. Evidently, someone had made the connection between the last names of father and son and decided to start trouble over it. Jack made a phone call to the school principal to explain why his son acted like an ass. ah, the price to pay for giving birth to a McCoy Sheila thought to herself as she shook her head. They got an ice pack for Brian's eye and a clean shirt. He was an awful mess.

Jack began to chuckle to himself as he patched up his son's wounds. "I hope the other guy looks worse." he joked. "Don't encourage him, Jack. Do you think this is funny? This was the last thing I wanted to happen, damn it." "Sorry. At least now you know he truly does have an Irish temper." She just glared back at him while he chuckled back at her. The smile quickly left his face. He cleared his throat and apologized. Shiela gave Brian something for the pain and sent him off to bed to get some rest, then commenced to chew Jack a new one. "I fail to see the humor in this. I'd appreciate it if you would talk to him and keep him from repeating this mistake. He doesn't need to become a brawler like his grandfather." She knew that she had said the wrong thing the minute it came out of her mouth. The look she got from Jack was like a whipped puppy with cans tied to its' tail.

He didn't know whether to be offended or just plain hurt, even though he knew that what she'd said was true. She gave him a kiss on the cheek. "God, I'm sorry, sweetheart. It's just upsetting to see him like that." Jack put his arms around her and forgave her, apologizing himself in the process. He then went up and had a long discussion with his son and made him promise that it wouldn't happen again.

When their son had finally drifted off to sleep, Jack came back downstairs. They ordered dinner out, instead of cooking, and saved some for Brian for later. Shiela sat with her back against his chest, his arms around her, as they were chatting. He began to run his finger down the side of her neck, under her hair, subtly whispering innuendos in her ear, knowing very well what it would do to her. He used to love to temp her with the "what if I do this" game. He put his lips where his finger had been, making her squirm. She giggled his name as worked his magic on her. He laughed mischievously as he began to suck on her earlobe, boldly moving his hand up to her breast, playing with one, then the other. She leaned her head back on his shoulder, sighs of pleasure coming from her mouth the second he found her nipple and began rubbing the hard bud. She decided turnabout was fair play and reached down between his legs, stroking his hard shaft that she could feel through his trousers, causing him to gasp suddenly. He spread his knees apart to give her better access. "Oh God, I need you so badly." he breathed.

She turned around and kissed him with all the fire that was in her, tasting him like she couldn't get enough of him. She kept massaging his manhood as he tried to lay her down on the couch and was beginning to unbutton her blouse. She had to stop him. "No, not here." She didn't want Brian waking up and seeing something he didn't need to. She got up, took him by the hand, and crooked her finger at him, leading him to her room. They undressed each other the second the door was closed and fell into bed, picking up where they left off. She had forgotten what it was like to touch him and to be touched by him. She felt desirable again, the most she had felt like a woman in a long time. He could feel she was ready for him. Moans escaped their throats as he pulled her leg up over his hip and entered her. It had been way too long for this between them. Jack began slowly rubbing against her, their breath quickening with each movement. He finally rolled her onto her back, still keeping up the pace, stroking her each time with his body. It wasn't long before they began to climax together. He could barely get the words out "look...at...me" as they were both at their peak. He wanted to see the look on her face the passion in her eyes. He had to know that it was still there for him and was pleased when he saw what he hoped he'd find.