Once again – MANY THANKS to Karen, she's the Bestest beta ever, and Vasalysa – who keeps the cheese to a minimum, and offers endless advice and help. What would I do without the two of you?
McQueen's Ark 2
McQueen woke with the sun in his face. Rolling over, he looked at his wife as she lay asleep, her brown curls framing her face. Smiling, Ty reached to stroke Dill's hair as he thought about his journey. He'd thought that Hawkes would be accompanying him. But it had turned out that Vansen was right and he'd got hooked on surfing. So Coop and Iona, the love of his life and Dill's best friend, had headed out west to Hawaii for some 'humungous waves!' as Hawkes had put it. Ty'd found himself dropped off in Inverness in the early hours of the morning, and not wanting to disturb Dill with a phone call, he'd hoisted his bag onto his shoulder and set off to walk the 20 miles home.
The house had been in darkness when he arrived, which hadn't really surprised him, so he'd looked in on each of the children and kissed their foreheads before undressing and slipping in with Dill. He was pleased to find her naked under the covers, and his mind had perused the idea of waking her up, but he'd chosen to let her sleep. After all, they had two whole weeks together.
This morning, deciding that what he really needed other than Dill was some coffee, McQueen hopped out of bed and headed for the kitchen to put the kettle on. After rummaging for the coffee and a pot, he made a quick trip to the bathroom, coming back to find Cameron sitting at the kitchen table eating a biscuit.
"Daddy!" Cameron yelled, launching himself at his father.
"Hey, boy," McQueen grinned, picking him up for a cuddle.
"Daddy, where are your bajamas? You never wear your bajamas!" Cameron said, kissing him on the cheek.
"I know. Sorry, Cameron," McQueen smiled, kissing him back. "Come on, let's go get me some pants." He carried the little boy back into his and Dill's bedroom, putting him on the bed while he found and pulled on his sweatpants.
"Hey guys," Dill yawned. "Is the coffee on? What time did you get in, Ty? I waited up until after two am, but I couldn't keep my eyes open. I thought you were going to call so I could come pick you up."
"It was three o'clock when I got to Inverness. I walked," he told her, coming to the bed. "I'm a big strong marine, remember?" Ty kissed her long and hard. "God, I've missed you so much."
Her hand reached out to stroke his jaw. "I've missed you too, husband of mine. I'm so happy to have you home."
"Mummy, mummy! Can we take daddy to the farm? Can we? Can we?" Cameron was jumping on the bed.
"Yes, of course we can, but not today. I think after he's had some breakfast and kissed you monkeys, daddy needs to go back to sleep. It's taken him a long time to get home to us and he's very tired," Dill told the excited little boy.
"I'm gonna tell Hamish!" Cameron cried, leaping from the bed. "Look at me, daddy. I'm Action Man!"
"Action Man?" McQueen queried.
"They both got one for their birthday. It's a doll... a soldier. I think in the US they call them GI Joe, and no, I didn't buy them. They both adore the damn things - they even watch the Action Man cartoons," she sighed. "Of course now they tell everyone they're going to be soldiers like daddy."
"I'll bet that made you happy," Ty chuckled softly. "So I have to take a nap, do I? Wanna take one with me?" He leant forwards to kiss her again.
"Did I ever tell you that for a man you have the softest lips," Dill smiled, afterwards.
"No. Wanna feel 'em again, just to check?"
"Oh, yes."
Ty was still laying stretched out next to her, holding her in his arms and kissing her, when Cameron returned with Hamish and Isobel, who was toddling along behind.
"Daddy!" Hamish yelled, launching himself onto the bed and into his arms. "You comed home!"
"Yes, I did. Just for a little while. I needed to see my boys and my dumpling," he grinned, lifting Isobel onto the bed. "Hey, dumpling. How's the spooge?" Ty chuckled as all three children fought to sit on him.
"Daddy is not a chair!" Dill told them. "You'll all get hugs and kisses, but you must share him. Now I'm going to take Izzy away to change her nappy, but when I get back, it's Izzy's turn for hugs from daddy. Okay boys?"
"Yes, mummy!" both boys chorused, giggling.
"Good boys," she smiled, getting out of the bed and hunting for her robe.
Once she'd left with Isobel, Cameron turned to McQueen. "Mummy doesn't have a penis."
"Ummm... I guess not. Only guys have those." McQueen told him, suppressing a chuckle.
"Are we guys?" Hamish asked. "We has penisis."
"Yep, we're guys. So, who wants breakfast?" Ty asked, trying to change the subject. "Come on, let's go cook mommy some eggs."
He got off the bed, fully aware that Cameron was absorbing what he'd said. He knew it wouldn't be long before the next question came. He just hoped he could delay it until Dill arrived back with Isobel.
As they traipsed down the hallway to the kitchen, Cameron spoke, and McQueen braced himself, dreading whatever might be coming.
"Can I have a piglet, daddy?"
McQueen stopped and gaped at the boy. He wasn't sure what he'd been expecting, but that wasn't it.
"A piglet?"
"When we go to the farm, can I have a piglet?" The look on Cameron's face told him that he should know exactly what Cameron was talking about.
"Let's talk about that later, shall we?" When mommy's here to deal with it, Ty thought. "Now then, who's for eggs?"
"Don't like eggs," Hamish told him. "Do McQueen's have to like eggs?"
"They come out of chickens bottoms!" Cameron announced as he sat at the table. "We don't eat chicken poos."
"O-kay," McQueen said cautiously. "So how about that porridge stuff mommy makes you? I think I can make that."
Hamish shook his head. "Baby sick."
"Baby sick?" McQueen sat down with the boys, wondering if he was dreaming this.
"Baby sick," Cameron nodded.
"Toast?" McQueen offered. They surely couldn't have anything against toast, could they?
"Pancakes!" Hamish yelled. "Make us pancakes, daddy. Cakes with stirrup!"
"I don't know how to make pancakes," he admitted.
"Oh, daddy!" Hamish sighed. "You look in the breadbin. That's where mummy keeps them."
"Oh, okay," Ty whispered, feeling like he'd been firmly put in his place.
Getting up, he looked for the breadbin. It wasn't where he remembered.
"Over there, daddy," Cameron pointed, rolling his eyes.
"Oh, yeah. Thanks, Cameron," Ty mumbled as he opened it. Sure enough there were several packs of ready made pancakes. "Here we go, boys," he told them, grinning. "Now how do I heat them?" McQueen flipped the packets, reading the instructions. "Oh, I nuke 'em. Right then, guys, how many do you want?"
"Eleven," Hamish said firmly.
"Nine," Cameron told him.
Ty stared at them both, unsure exactly what it was about them, but they were starting to freak him out. They were babies. Surely they shouldn't be quite so confident?
"You want eleven pancakes, Hamish?" he finally asked.
Hamish nodded.
"All with stirrup?"
Again the nod.
"And you want nine?" This he addressed Cameron.
"Uh huh. But I want jam, not stirrup."
"Right then," Ty said with a shrug. "You sure you'll eat them all?"
"Daddy!" both boys cried.
"Okay, okay. But you better eat them, or mommy will get real mad at me," he told them.
"What will mummy get mad at?" Dill asked, coming into the kitchen and popping Isobel into her highchair.
"If they don't eat their pancakes," McQueen told her.
"Oh, they'll eat them. They love pancakes," Dill told him, starting to reboil the kettle for coffee. She glanced over at him to see what he was doing, her eyebrows raised. "Ty, why are you putting that many in the microwave?"
"You just said the boys will eat them," he told her.
"Are those for us, too?"
"No, just the boys," Ty said, hesitantly. He could feel a lecture coming.
"They won't eat that many," Dill smiled. "Just three each. If they eat those, they can have another."
McQueen turned to the boys, who were holding their hands over their mouths, giggling. "You told me too many. Are you trying to get me in trouble with mommy?"
Both boys giggled harder.
"How many did they tell you?" Dill chuckled.
"Hamish wanted eleven, and Cameron said nine."
"And that didn't seem excessive to you?" She shook her head, laughing. "What am I going to do with you, Ty? Getting walked all over by a pair of three year olds."
"They started it," he complained. "They can't eat eggs because they're chicken poo, and porridge is baby sick."
Dill turned to the boys. "That was mean. You say sorry to daddy right now!"
"Sorry, daddy," both boys whispered.
"Don't you be silly like that again," she told them sternly. "It's not fair to daddy. You wouldn't do it to Izzy, so don't do it to daddy." Dill came up behind McQueen and wrapped her arms around his waist. "Sorry, sweetie. They're pushing their limits at the moment, and you're someone new to try it out on."
"It's okay, I guess. I've gotta get used to it," Ty said as her forehead rested against his back. He could feel the soft kisses she placed there. His body began to respond. "That nap, Dill - will you take it with me? Can we get someone to see after the kids?"
"Already sorted," she mumbled against his back. "Malcolm is taking the boys out in the row boat you bought Hamish, and Izzy is going to the crèche. Mother's coming over to collect her."
"Malcolm?" Ty turned so that now Dill was kissing his bare chest.
"The ghillie," she whispered, her lips moving softly over one of his nipples.
"Oh, him." Suddenly he didn't care who Malcolm was; just that he took the boys soon. Ty looked down into Dill's blue eyes, dark with desire.
"Where's my pancakes!" Hamish demanded.
McQueen looked up. "Coming," he groaned.
"If you want," Dill whispered, pressing herself against him.
"Stop it, Dill," Ty groaned. "Not in front of the kids, please." All he could think about was that Cameron would notice how aroused he was and make another penis comment.
Fortunately for him the microwave pinged, and he turned to take the pancakes out. As she bent to open a low cupboard looking for the syrup, Dill rubbed against his behind, smiling at the low moan he let out.
"When's he coming for the boys?" Ty asked.
Dill looked at the clock. "In about an hour. They're going to check out places for him to take you fishing."
"An hour?" he groaned. "I better go take a cold shower."
"Don't you dare," she giggled. "I want you all smelly and sweaty, like a real marine should be."
"You are disgusting, you do know that?" Ty chuckled, putting their plates down in front of the boys. "What's Izzy having?"
"Well, as you nuked so many pancakes, she can have those. Just a dribble of stirrup on hers though, please." Dill rubbed herself against him again as she passed on her way to the kettle. "God, you feel good. Been working out?" she snickered.
"Dill," he warned.
"Are you being bad, mummy?" Cameron asked her.
"Oh yes, she's being very bad," McQueen told him as he rummaged for the jam for Cameron. "Which do you want - raspberry jam or blackcurrant?"
"Raspberry please, daddy," Cameron smiled. "Will you tell her off? For being bad?"
"Oh yes, I sure will. But I'll do it later after I've had a nice hot shower." Ty pulled a face at Dill, who poked her tongue out at him. "I'm all stinky and smelly. I need to get clean."
Hamish wrinkled his nose, sniffing. "You smell nice to me," he said, his mouth full of pancake. "You smell like my daddy."
Cameron looked at Hamish, then stared at McQueen. "He is daddy."
"He smells like him," Hamish nodded. "Like daddy should."
Intrigued, Dill came over to sniff him. "Hammerhead fuel," she smiled. "Very faint though."
"You can smell that from over there?" McQueen asked disbelievingly.
"Sort of like when mummy puts petrol in the car, but different," Hamish nodded. "And like the petrol Malcolm puts in his boat." He bent his head to finish his pancakes. "Can I have more please, daddy?"
"Sure you can, little guy," McQueen grinned. "What else can you smell?" He got up to get Hamish more pancakes.
"Umm...," Hamish thought about it for a moment. "Izzy's done another poo, and Marcus has walked in dog poo," he said, tucking into the fresh pancakes.
"Who's Marcus?" McQueen asked, puzzled.
There came a rapping at the door. "It's only me!" a voice called. "No post from daddy today, boys. I better not come in. I've stepped in…"
"Dog poo...," McQueen echoed.
"Thanks, Marcus!" Dill called. "Just leave it on the mat. We don't need post from daddy today - we've got him home!"
"Ooh, lovely!" came the reply. "How do, Colonel McQueen?"
"How do?" Ty mouthed at Dill.
"How are you?" Dill translated.
"Oh. I'm fine, thank you," he called.
"Glad to hear it. See you tomorrow, no doubt."
"Bye!" Hamish yelled.
"Bye boys!"
McQueen sat and stared at Hamish. "Can you hear me and mummy talking in the other room, Hamish?"
"Only if you're loud. I don't listen, daddy!" Hamish was most affronted.
"You do!" Cameron told him. "You listened when mummy said she was having a baby!"
McQueen's head whipped around to Dill so fast he almost got whiplash.
"After you left last time I was really, really sick for a few days. I thought I might be pregnant again, but it was just a stomach bug. I was telling Iona about it a week or so ago."
"I hear mummy crying sometimes too," Hamish said, oblivious to his father's dismay at these revelations. "Then I go and get into bed with her for a cuddle. Sometimes mummy needs cuddles."
"Cashus says mummy misses you," Cameron piped up, determined not to let his brother get all the attention.
"Oh, I do. I miss daddy very much when he's not here," Dill smiled, helping Isobel with her pancakes.
"I miss mummy too," McQueen whispered. "I miss all of you."
"Do you cry daddy?" Cameron asked.
Not sure what to say, McQueen got up for more pancakes for Hamish, who'd finished his second helping and was asking for more.
"Cashus says you do," Cameron told him.
"And is Cashus always right?" McQueen smiled as he sat back down.
"Nearly always," Hamish nodded. "Cashus knows daddy. Don't you fib to him."
"Where is Cashus?" McQueen asked, looking around.
"He's in the washing machine, and he doesn't like it," Cameron sighed. "But if he's too dirty he can't feel things."
McQueen looked at Dill, who just shrugged her shoulders. Now he was getting freaked out. Hamish appeared to have amazingly acute senses of smell and hearing, while Cameron's doll - or Cameron, he wondered - knew things it ought not to. He looked at Izzy, afraid to know what she might be able to see or hear. It was with a huge sense of relief that he heard Hamish ask, "Can I get down now please, mummy?" And Cameron asked the same thing a moment later.
"Yes. Into the bathroom please, boys. Wash your hands and faces and brush your teeth. I will be in to check." Dill waited until the boys had left and then turned to him. "Are you alright? You look a little dazed."
"You don't find that weird?" Ty asked. "Hamish smells that the postman has stepped in dog mess even before we hear him, and Cameron knows that…." He stopped, aware that he'd just admitted it.
"Cashus knows you've cried," Dill finished. "You old fool. There's nothing wrong with shedding a tear occasionally. You have to let it out sometimes."
"Just once or twice," he said softly. "When I missed you badly and had drunk too much."
Dill got up and kissed the back of his neck, her lips brushing his navel. "I've cried for you more than that," she whispered.
"Oh god, Dill," Ty moaned, as her hands slipped around to caress his nipples. "I can't believe the way you make me feel."
"Believe it, flyboy," she said softly, her lips kissing down his neck. "We'll see just how good I can make you feel later."
"Oh, yes," he gasped, as her hand slid into his pants, stroking his hardening cock. "It's not fair. I want you now."
"I know you do my lover. I want you too."
Ty's hands slid inside her robe and he slipped off his chair, ready to bury his face in her, but she held him back.
"No, Ty. Not now. That really would be difficult to explain," Dill groaned. "I need to check that the boys are washing properly. You see to Izzy for me. Change her nappy and get her dressed. No dresses, Ty. Overalls. She'll be crawling around at the crèche, and getting covered in paint and whatnot."
"You could always tell them I was looking for my bajamas," Ty chuckled.
"Because that's where I keep them, is it?" she giggled. "Go on. You see to Izzy and I'll deal with the boys. Malcolm will be here soon, they need to be dressed and ready." With a final lick to his navel she left him with Isobel.
For a few minutes they sat and looked at each other. "Looks like it's you and me again, dumpling," he drawled. "No spooging me this time, okay?" He picked her up, and blowing raspberries on her stomach, carried her out of the room.
When he came back with Izzy, all washed up and freshly dressed in a pair of pink short overalls and a pale pink t-shirt, Ty had the shock of his life. Standing in the kitchen was a man who at first glance looked so like him that he was instantly furious with Dill. He was convinced that she'd done what he told her not to and looked for his family.
"You must be the father," the man said in a soft highland accent. "Malcolm Macdonald." He held out his hand. "I understand you're a military man?"
Hugging Isobel to him, McQueen held out his free hand. "T.C. McQueen. Yes, I'm military. United States Marine Corps."
"A long way from the United States are you not?"
"And so was Dill when I met her," Ty said tersely.
He was staring, he knew, but he couldn't help it. This man was easily his height. He had the same slim build, short silver hair and blue eyes. McQueen was desperate to see if the man had a navel on the back of his neck. Instead Ty looked him up and down, from the dark brogues he wore to the kilt and sporran, topped with a battered tweed hacking jacket.
"Ah, wee Dylan," the man smiled. "How strange that a highland girl such as herself should have a Welsh name. And that you, an American, should have a Scot's one."
McQueen walked past him, still staring, unable to stop himself, and put Isobel in her highchair. "The boys will be ready in a minute. Dill's getting them dressed."
Ty was shocked to find that the man didn't have a navel. He couldn't be related to him. McQueen wasn't sure if he was relieved or disappointed, but suddenly he was furious with Dill again. How dare she have someone hanging around his children who looked so much like him! And why? Ty's heart leapt into his mouth. What if she was sleeping with this guy, pretending he was McQueen?
"It must be nice to be home, in the bosom of your family," Malcolm said quietly, aware that he was being appraised and found wanting in some way.
"How long have you been ghillie here?"
"About ten years. My father before me was ghillie to Mrs. Mackenzie, and now I'm ghillie."
McQueen thought about that statement for a while. "So you've known Dill all her life?"
"You could say that, yes."
"I am saying that," McQueen growled. "Have you slept with her?"
"I beg your pardon?" Malcolm was flustered at such a question.
"You heard me," McQueen snapped. "Have you slept with my wife?"
"Yes, he has," Dill said from the doorway. She looked down at the boys. "Go outside, boys. Wait in Malcolm's car. He won't be long. Take Izzy with you." She walked over and lifted the child from her chair.
Hamish grabbed Isobel. Easily carrying her in his arms, he went out the back door, Cameron at his heels.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Dill asked.
"How long have you been sleeping with him?" McQueen yelled, his temper suddenly taking hold of him.
"We dated, Ty, years ago, before ever I met you. I was in my teens. Why the hell are you acting like this? This is not you," she cried.
"No, he's not me, but am I him?" Ty thundered. "Take a good look, Dill. What do you see?" He stood next to Malcolm.
Her eyes widened. "I… I'd never noticed. I mean, he's Malcolm. I've always known him. And you're you. But you look like brothers," she whispered.
"What did you do, dump her? Break her heart?" McQueen yelled at Malcolm. Then he turned to Dill. "What were you looking for, Dill? A replacement? Someone as close as you could get? You must have thought you'd struck gold - a stupid tank who'd be convinced it was him you wanted!" He stormed out of the room, determined to get away from the both of them.
"Shit!" Dill cried. "Shit, shit, shit!" She looked at Malcolm. "You'd better go. Can you drop Izzy at my mother's? And tell her not to come near the place for the next few hours. It's going to take me a long time to sort this one out."
"Of course." Malcolm smiled at her ruefully. "I'm sorry, Dylan. I really am."
"It's not your fault. How I didn't see the resemblance before, I have no idea," she sighed. "I'd better get after him before he runs." Dill ran down the hallway and into their bedroom.
"Go away," Ty snapped.
"I will not. You'll have to make me!" She stood in the doorway and challenged him.
Seeing the determination on her face, Ty sat on the bed. "Why? Why have you done this to me? Do you hate me that much?" Dill could see the tears in his eyes as he looked up at her. "Are the boys even mine?"
Dylan walked across the room and slapped his face. "How dare you! After all you put me through... why do you think I had that paternity test done? So you could never, NEVER ask that!"
"We look the same. How do I know he's not genetically the same?" Ty's hand crept to his face where she'd slapped him.
"Don't be so bloody stupid!" Dill told him, desperately trying to keep a hold on her temper. "How could he be the same as you? Malcolm's family have always lived here. There are no invitros in his lineage, which he would be proud to tell you is traceable to beyond the Jacobite rebellion. And you, as you so often say, are the offspring of an eyedropper and a petri dish!"
McQueen paled in anger. "How can you say that to me!" he yelled into her face. "How often have I listened to you telling me I'm more than that? Well, now you're showing your true colours! Tell it like it is, Dill - I'm just a stupid tank that you picked up when he threw you over. I can't believe I let myself believe all the bullshit you've fed me over the past five years. You took me for a sucker, alright. I hope you're proud of yourself. You ought to take up acting - you certainly had me fooled. And I actually thought you cared about me!"
"I do care about you, you fucking arsewipe!" Dill snarled at him. "And don't you dare pretend otherwise. You know I do, so stop this right now, before we both say anything else we'll regret!"
"The only thing I regret is the day I met you!" Ty spat at her.
Dill gasped, her face paling in shock. "You bastard!"
"No, that's you, remember? Technically I'm an orphan. You're the bastard!"
She could feel her fists clenching, her whole body shook with the effort not to hit him.
"Go on, you know you want to hit me," Ty sneered. "After all, what do my feelings matter? I'm only a cheap substitute!"
Dill closed her eyes and took several deep, calming breaths and tried to centre herself, just as Ty'd taught her. Finally, having controlled her temper, she whispered, "You were never a substitute. I dumped him, Ty. I found out he was sleeping with a friend of mine and I dumped him. We would never have lasted anyway - we just aren't suited. Unlike you and me."
"Dream on," he growled at her.
"If we're not suited, how come you keep getting me pregnant?"
"That's all you wanted, wasn't it? Babies. Babies that look like him. What do you do, pretend they're his?" McQueen snapped, looking about for his boots.
"Yes, Ty, that's what I wanted," Dill said, forcing herself to speak calmly to him. Her whole body was shaking again. "That's why when you told me you couldn't give me children I told you that it didn't matter. That I loved you anyway, and that you were all I needed."
For a second Ty's anger ceased as he pondered her words, but then remembering the times she'd refused to allow him to wear a condom, it sparked again. "What did you do, get that damn nurse to lie on the chart? To say they're mine, but really they're his?"
That did it. He'd said enough. "You ignorant, nasty minded piece of shit!" Dill yelled, pushing him backwards onto the bed. "You fucking arsewipe! You cocksucking son of a bitch! You stupid, fucking dickhead! You… you … you fucking tank!"
McQueen grabbed her arm, pulling her down with him. "Don't you hit me, you natural born bitch!" he snarled. "You fucking tank brat!"
Pulled off balance, Dill fell on top of him, her head smashing into his face, knocking his head back into the bed. For a second they lay there, Dill struggling to get up. And then Ty freed her, his hand going to his face. "Shit! I think you broke my nose!"
Finding her feet, Dill took one look at him and paled, all anger gone at the sight of his blood streaked face. "Oh god, Ty! I didn't mean to! You pulled me off my feet!" She dashed into the bathroom for a wash cloth.
Ty sat on the bed, the blood flowing freely now, as Dill came back with the cloth. All thoughts of the row were driven from her mind.
"I'm so sorry, baby. Does it hurt?" She held the cloth to his nose. "Put your head back."
"If I do that the blood will run down my throat and choke me," Ty mumbled.
"Then lean forward and let it out."
"I'll make a mess of the sheets."
"Oh, for goodness sake!" Dill cried. "Do you think I care about the sheets? I'm far more worried about you. Let's get the bleeding stopped, and then we'll get mother to take a look and see if it's broken... if that handsome face is going to be ruined by a squished nose."
Ty smiled hesitantly. "Sorry. I lost it a bit there, didn't I? I didn't mean it, Dill. I really didn't. I'll never regret the day I met you. It was the best day of my life. Even seeing the children born doesn't come close, and that was amazing. If it wasn't for you, I'd still be a lonely tank, too scared to let himself feel. Frightened of showing that he cares. Alone until I died, with no one to stand at my grave."
"I'm sorry about the petri dish remark. That was below the belt. And don't you worry, my lover. When you die, at the grand old age of a hundred and fifty, there'll be plenty of weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth. I promise." Dill stood looking at him; at the blue eyes looking forlornly over the top of the already bloodstained wash cloth. "I love you. You could never be a cheap substitute. Not to me, not ever. They're your children, Ty. All three of them."
"I know," Ty whispered. "Sorry. I was freaked. I thought you'd gone looking for my family, even though I asked you not to."
"I wouldn't do that. You said not to. Why would I risk what we have on the chance that I might find you a brother or sister?"
McQueen reached out to pull her to him. "He does look like me though, Dill. Or I look like him. It's one hell of a coincidence. Do you have a thing for blue eyed blonds?" he teased.
"I honestly never noticed. I mean, he's just Malcolm to me. We dated when I was about seventeen, I think. Not for long even. He thought he was God's gift to women." Dill chuckled, shaking her head as Ty pulled her onto his lap. "Careful - mind your nose!"
"You didn't see the resemblance when we first met?" he asked, carefully taking the wash cloth away from his face.
"No, I was far too scared to think about anything like that. I had no idea where I was going. I'd never flown before, let alone gone into space. I was terrified, until I saw a pair of startling blue eyes laughing at me... some lovely silver curls disappearing under a damn fine hat…"
"Cover…"
"I beg your pardon - some sexy silver curls disappearing under a damn fine cover. And an odd, but lickable, bump on the back of your neck." Dill grinned impishly. Her hand slid down to squeeze his butt. "And one hell of a kissable backside."
"Kissable?"
"Oh, yes. Want me to show you?" she whispered, her breath hot in his ear.
"Oh god, Dill…," Ty yawned.
"That's flattering," she smiled. "I guess I know who needs to go back to bed."
"Coming with me?" he grinned.
"I think after all this excitement you actually need to sleep, Ty. There's always tonight. You didn't get in till late, and you were up again a few hours later." Dill stroked the back of his neck. "You need to give your face a wash, baby, and this sexy chest, too. You sleep while I pop up to Inverness."
"I'm up again now, Dill," Ty whispered.
"I can feel," she giggled. "But if that nose gets hurt again it'll never heal. So please, baby, take a nap and I'll be back real soon, I promise."
"Lie down with me, please?" he pleaded, pouting.
"Okay, but I want you to go to sleep."
"Yes, Dill," Ty sighed, flinging himself back onto the bed and slipping under the covers, holding them for her. "Why do I suddenly know how the boys feel at bedtime?"
"Ty, please mind your face! If that's broken you are going to have two great big black eyes," Dill giggled, climbing in with him. "My own beautiful panda bear."
"With the kissable butt!" Ty laughed as he snuggled against her, glad that she'd not had time to get dressed any more than he had. She still wore only her robe.
"Ty," Dill warned as his hand slipped inside it. "Stop it."
"Do you really want me to?" he whispered, undoing the tie and loosening it.
"You know the answer to that," she gasped, as pulling the robe open, Ty bent to lick a bared nipple. "Oh god, I've missed you. I've missed you doing that."
McQueen sucked her nipple into his mouth and suckled, while one hand slid down to twirl the curls of her pubic hair, before gently slipping a finger inside her. "Oh, Dill" he groaned. "You're real wet already. It's so inviting, and such a turn on, knowing I do that to you."
"Oh, you do," Dill moaned as his fingers worked her. Her own hands were stroking his back, tracing the scars along his shoulder, before she bent to nibble his neck and lick the exposed navel.
"Feel me, Dill," Ty mumbled around her nipple. "Feel what you do to me. Sometimes on the 'Toga, just thinking about you does this to me."
She slid a hand down his back, pushing it under the waistband of his sweatpants. Kneading his behind, she then slipped her hand around to feel his erection, stroking it, gently pumping it, enjoying the way he thrust into her hand.
"And what do you do about it, flyboy?" Dill groaned as he began to work her harder.
"What do you think?" Ty chuckled. "Haven't you noticed that one arm's got more muscles than the other?"
"Ty!" she gasped, as his thumb began to rub her clit. "I'm not sure if I like that idea."
"Why?" he muttered, as his mouth left one nipple to lavish attention on its twin.
"It's kind of seedy, don't you think? The sad, lonely guy jerking off in his bare little room."
"Well, thank you very much," Ty chuckled. "Does it help to know I'm looking at a picture of you when I do it? Or that I call your name when I come?"
"That makes it worse!" Dill cried. "I wish you hadn't said that. I'm feeling really sad now."
McQueen stopped suckling her breast and looked up into her face. "You are so silly, Dill. You asked in the first place. What did you think I was going to say? I'm a man, Dill. You know yourself that most mornings I wake up and there it is, saying hi to the world."
"Well, it's still seedy and sad." Dill groaned as Ty's fingers left her, and she felt him pushing her hand away from him.
Ty moved, and with one swift thrust, was inside her. He gently slid himself in and out, withdrawing as far as he could before thrusting fully into her again. "Sad and seedy, am I?" he groaned into her shoulder. "We'll see about that."
"Oh yes, Ty," Dill whispered. "That feels so good. I swear you were made for me. You know exactly how to make me feel good."
"The same could be said about you," Ty mumbled into her neck, his hands reaching to grip her and hold her steady as he increased his speed. "Oh god, Dill, you feel so good."
"Come on, flyboy," she giggled, bucking her hips up to meet his. "Let go, baby... really let go."
"Oh yeah," he groaned. "I am, I really am."
Again McQueen increased his pace, until his body was pumping fast and furious into her, his breathing laboured and his eyes tightly shut, as he buried himself deeply. His body took control as he felt her muscles contracting around him, her body trembling and her hands gripping him tightly as she came. Her body shuddered underneath him as he pounded into her mindlessly, his own consciousness lost in the needs of his body, until finally, with a soul wrenching cry, he came, his body jerking as his muscles spasmed, and he collapsed, hardly able to breathe.
Opening his eyes a while later, Ty found he was alone in the bed. Turning, he saw Dill in the bathroom. "Hey, Dill, come back to bed."
"No," she smiled. "Sleep, my lover. You need to sleep." She came over and kissed his forehead. "You're getting black eyes already. I did break your nose. I'm so sorry, darling."
"It's my fault," Ty yawned. "If I hadn't pulled you down, it wouldn't have happened."
"Come on now. Snug up and go back to sleep. You'll need your energy for the children this afternoon." Dill pulled the covers over him and kissed him softly on the lips.
"Yes, Dill," Ty mumbled, as he slowly began slipping back into sleep.