McQueen's Ark 5.
A few days later Dill woke to the sound of men yelling, and an engine growling outside the house. Rolling onto her back, she reached for Ty, only to find the bed empty. Glancing at the clock, she saw that it was barely nine a.m. What in the hell is going on, she wondered. Getting out of bed and pulling on her robe, she went to find out.
Dill found Ty standing outside in jeans and a sweatshirt. He was directing a pair of rather large looking men, laden down with wood, through the garden and into the clearing behind the house. Sitting on garden chairs, safely out of the way, and clutching beakers and toast, were all three of her children. They watched with wide eyes as daddy shouted at the men in his 'special' voice that he rarely used at home.
"What on earth is going on?" Dill asked, emerging from the house.
"The wood is being delivered," McQueen said, turning to grin at her.
"I can see that!" she rolled her eyes. "It's too early to be cryptic, Ty. Just tell me, please."
"Your mother agreed that I could turn that clearing into a paddock, so I needed the wood to fence it. The shed is coming later," Ty grinned.
Dill shook her head. "What are you talking about? What shed? What paddock? I need coffee," she muttered, before going back inside.
Moments later, after she'd thought about what he said, she was back. "Tyrus McQueen! Whatever silly idea you have rattling around in that beautiful head of yours had better not be what I think it is! We don't need a fenced paddock, Ty!"
"We will do tomorrow," he grinned, coming over to her. "Did you put the kettle on? I could do with another coffee."
"Tomorrow? Why tomorrow? You know full well that Valentine and Isabella are arriving tomorrow. You're supposed to be moving Izzy's cot into the boys' room today, and moving the spare bed from mother's to here. You don't have time to fence paddocks!"
"Oh, don't worry. I'll do that first, and then I'll see to the fences. It won't take me long. It's only securing a perimeter, after all," Ty told her, hugging her to him, his eyes shining bright with excitement.
"Please tell me this has nothing to do with piglets," Dill whispered.
"Do you want the truth, or do you want me to lie to you?" he asked, grinning wickedly.
"Oh, Ty! How could you? I told you I'd said no. I told you to say no. How could you do this to me!" She pulled out of his arms angrily and stormed back into the house.
"Er… Mr. McQueen? Will you be wanting all of this wood down there?" one of the deliverymen asked.
He turned back to him. "Yes, all of it, as fast as you can, please. I need to get working on this as soon as possible."
With a nod the man walked away, collecting another pile of wood to carry down to the clearing.
"Daddy?" came a little voice.
Ty turned to the children. "Yes, Hamish?"
"Mummy's not happy."
"She's cross!" Cameron announced, grinning as Isobel added her two cents worth.
"Cross, cross!" she crowed over and over.
"Stay there guys. Don't get under these men's feet. And that's an order, marines!" he added, knowing it would make the boys giggle. "I'm just going to speak to mommy."
Dill was pouring the hot water into the coffee pot. "Stay away from me," she warned him. "I'm really peed about this, Ty. I made it quite clear to you and the children that we were not getting a piglet. You've ridden rough shod over that decision, and in two weeks you won't be here to deal with it!" She glared at him. "Who's going to be the one that has to feed it? Clean it's shed out? Call the damn vet in when it gets ill? What if it dies? Did you think of that? How the hell am I supposed to deal with a pig that's almost as big as I am?"
"It's not just a pig," he admitted sheepishly. "There's a goat for Hamish too, and a rabbit for Izzy."
Dill stared at him. "Get out of my kitchen right now, Tyrus McQueen!" she yelled, "before I throw this bloody coffee at you!"
Ty backed out hurriedly as she picked the pot up ready to throw.
Several hours later, despite the fact that he'd dutifully helped her move Izzy's cot from her room into the boys' room, and with her and her mother's help had installed a double bed in there ready for their guests, Dill was still not speaking to Ty.
Moira raised her eyebrows as Dill left the room to check on the children. "She's not happy, T.C. Not happy at all. I take it your surprise didn't go down too well."
"That's an understatement," he sighed, sitting in the edge of the bed. "She's really angry with me, and she hasn't spoken a word to me since she found out."
"Oh, I'm sure you can find a way to wheedle yourself back into her affections," Moira chuckled.
"I just wanted to do something special for the children," he told her.
"You should have asked her first," Moira smiled. "You're going to be in her bad books for a while yet. All I can say, my dear, is that paddock had better look fantastic when you finish."
"I've never built a paddock before," he admitted with a grin. "But it can't be hard, can it?"
"Just what experience of carpentry do you have, T.C.?" Moira asked, not sure that she wanted to know.
"Well, actually, none," he grinned. "But hey, I'm a marine. We never back down from a challenge!"
Moira stared at him, open mouthed. "You intend fencing a paddock to make it pig and goat proof, and get that enormous hut put up today? By yourself?"
Ty nodded. "It can't be that difficult. The shed comes in pieces, you know... floor, walls and roof... how hard can it be?"
"Oh my gods. You really are a stupid tank, aren't you?" she laughed. "I'll see if Rory and Malcolm can come over and help you later. That is, if Dylan hasn't brained you first. If I were you, I wouldn't eat any lunch today."
"Why?" he asked, puzzled.
"Just in case she laces it with rat poison!" Moira laughed. "I'm off. I am not getting involved in this one."
Ty sat on the bed staring after her, before bracing himself. He went to find Dill. She was in the kitchen, preparing lunch. He came up behind her, and resting his chin on her shoulder, he wrapped his arms around her waist. "Anything I can do?" he asked.
"Go away," she told him, trying to shake him off.
"Come on, Dill. I've said I'm sorry. What more do you want?" he pleaded.
"I want you to go out there and tell those children that you're sorry, but you made a mistake. No piglets or goats will be coming to live here," she told him.
"How can I do that?" Ty whispered gently, kissing her neck. "It'd break their little hearts."
"How could you do this to me, you bloody sod!" Dill cried, turning in his arms. "This isn't just coming in and spoiling them, Ty. This is far worse than that. Don't you understand?"
"No," he told her honestly, "I don't."
"Every time we go to that place, Cameron begs for a piglet, and I mean begs. I've had to carry him kicking and screaming to the car before now. I have always said no, always..." she told him angrily. "Then along comes daddy and hey presto! Cameron gets his piglet. From now on he's going to believe that no matter what I say, daddy will let him have it. And you know what he's like. he'll come right out and say it to me. for the next god knows how long I'm going to get 'daddy will let me' or 'daddy will buy it for me'. You've made my life that much harder." Dill looked at him, tears in her eyes. "And it's not like you'll be here to help look after it, is it? If I ask Malcolm to help me, you'll get jealous, and I can't manage a great enormous pig by myself!"
Ty held her close and tried not to laugh. "Is that what this is about? The fact that it'll grow to a great big hairy beast? It'll be a few years before that'll happen, my lovely little elf," he told her. "And who knows, maybe the war will be ended and I'll be under your feet everyday, pig farming!"
"Oh bugger the pig, Ty!" Dill cried
"I'd rather not," he grinned.
"Oh you!" She slapped his arm. "I'm more concerned about the effect this'll have on Cameron, you bloody swine!"
"See? It is about the pig!" Ty laughed, jumping back as she reached to slap at him again. "I can't tell them no now, Dill. And if I'm honest, I don't want to. Seeing their little faces light up when I told them, it gave me such a rush. Please don't make me tell them no," he pleaded.
Seeing the look on his face, so similar to the pleading look she got so often from the boys, Dill sighed. "I'm telling you, McQueen, if you ever do this to me again, you'll wish you'd never been born!"
"I won't, I promise," he told her, grabbing her and kissing her. "And I wasn't born. I was decanted."
"Like a lovely, fine wine," Dill mumbled, as he kissed her again. "I think that later, once the children are in bed for the night, you, Colonel, can show me just how sorry you are."
"Yes, ma'am," Ty whispered. "It would be this Colonel's utmost pleasure to show you exactly how sorry he is."
"And it would be this wife's pleasure to allow you to," she breathed into his ear. "Now make yourself useful and slice those tomatoes."
"Yes, ma'am," he laughed, giving her one final kiss before reaching for a knife.
Later that afternoon Dill strolled down to the clearing, or paddock, as she supposed she'd better start thinking of it, to see how Ty was getting on. From the sounds of hammering she expected to see at least one side fenced. What she found was two little boys hammering nails into odd bits of wood while their father danced around holding his hand.
Hamish looked up as he heard her approaching. "Poor daddy," he told her, shaking his head. "He hits his fingers, not the nail."
"Doesn't look like much fencing done yet, Ty," Dill said, looking about her. "You do realise, don't you, that it may be summer, but it doesn't stay light all night long. There is no way you'll finish this today."
"Don't rub it in," he griped, clutching his hand to his chest.
"Let me see," she smiled, taking his hand and kissing it. "My poor baby. You're not cut out for this, are you?"
"No," he admitted. "I never even made pit props in the mines." Ty looked about him. "Now if all it took was a few tarps and some rope, I'd have been finished by now."
"Shall I call up reinforcements?" Dill asked, laughing at the indignant look on his face. "My sweet man, you forget that most of us living here actually helped to build each others' homes. Need a new roof? I'm your girl. Iona is damn good at electrical wiring, and mother is a dab hand at plastering. There are plenty of others who, if I asked nicely, would come and help you. We could make a party of it. I'll ring round and see who's free to help. Mother can go into town for me and get some goodies, and we'll have a barbeque for everyone."
"I can do it, Dill," Ty snapped.
"Then I'll just sit here with the boys and watch as you struggle, shall I? Of course it'll be a pleasure for me to do that, especially since you've stripped down to your tank top already. Maybe if I wolf whistle you'll take that off too, and I can admire the way you glisten and gleam as the sweat runs over your muscular, manly body," Dill said in a low, sultry voice. "And if you get really hot, you might slip those jeans off and work in your boxers. Now that would be something I'd pay to see," she winked. "In fact, you carry on while I go get my camera. I'm beginning to drool with anticipation. Oh, I could have my own 'Colonel McQueen as you've never seen him before' sexy photo album. If I bought you a tool belt, would you pose for me, Ty?"
"Stop it, Dill," Ty said. "Not in front of the children."
"You get uncomfortable if I talk about you like that, don't you?" she chuckled, running her hand up his arm to his shoulder. "Don't you like me telling you how sexy I find you?"
"I don't like you doing it in public, Dill," he told her. "There are some things that should be strictly private."
Dill laughed. "I'm sorry, sweetie, but you have such a gorgeous body, how can I resist?" She kissed him gently on the lips. "Now, shall I call up the cavalry?"
McQueen looked around at the pieces of the pig/goat house soon to be, and the pile of wood for the fencing. With a sigh, he turned back to her. "I guess so."
"Okay then, I'll go make a few calls. I won't be long, my lover. Don't let the boys hurt themselves with those hammers," she smiled, kissing Ty again, and squeezing his behind before she left.
McQueen turned back to the huge pile of wood, and with a grimace, picked up his hammer. He was going to beat this fence into submission if it killed him!
By the time Dill arrived back Ty was indeed gleaming, his skin covered in a fine sheen of sweat. He drank down the cold beer she brought him as though he were dying of thirst. The boys looked up from their hammering as she handed them beakers of juice and a biscuit each.
"Mother's gone into Inverness to get supplies. She's taken Izzy with her. And there's about a dozen folk on their way over, most of whom are looking forward to meeting you," Dill grinned. "I must say talking to them made me realise that I've been appallingly rude. Most people here have never even met you. So look on this as a way of getting to know our neighbours. But be warned, you may well get a few tank remarks." She hugged him close, inhaling deeply. "God, I love the way you smell, all sweaty and manly. That photo album... I don't suppose you'd pose for me in your dress blues, would you?"
"You have a picture of me in my dress blues," Ty told her.
"Well, I was thinking... in your dress blues. But without the jacket or the pants. Just a strategically placed cover," she giggled, jumping away from him as he realised what she meant.
"Dill!" Ty laughed. "Iona was right - you really are a monster."
"But you love me anyway!" she chuckled, running as he chased after her.
Ty caught her as she ran into the fir trees near the house. "Jeez, Dill, you're a fast little thing, aren't you?" he panted as he pulled her to him for a kiss.
"You're not so slow yourself," she grinned. "And oh, look! A little more sweaty than you were before." Dill bent her head to lick at his collarbone, and on up his throat, eventually licking the navel on the back of his neck. "You taste absolutely heavenly," she whispered. "Would you though, my lover?"
"Would I what?" Ty whispered hoarsely, bending his head and offering her his navel again. His body was on fire from the sensations she created.
"Pose for me." Dill's tongue dipped inside his navel, making him shiver in her arms as she wrapped them around him.
"Keep that up and I'll do anything you want," Ty groaned. She did it again. "I'll strip naked here and now, if that's what you want, but please don't stop," he pleaded, as her tongue left his neck and she released him from her arms.
"I have to, my lover," she whispered in his ear. "We have company."
Looking up, Ty suppressed a groan at the sight of a dozen men and women strolling into the paddock. The boys jumped up to say hello to people they obviously knew.
"Come on, my lover," Dill smiled, taking his hand. "Let's go and say hello. And if you're not too tired after all this hard manly work, I'll give you a repeat performance after the children have gone to bed."
Leading him by the hand, Dill introduced McQueen to her friends and neighbours, explaining how the idea of the paddock had come about. The boys were excitedly telling everyone about getting a piglet and a goat, and McQueen was grateful that his wife didn't mention his failure to get the fencing actually started. She told them only that they'd been so busy preparing for their guests arrival that they didn't have enough time to get it done by themselves.
When Dill's mother arrived with the food for the barbeque, and a vast amount of drink, they were well under way. Ty busily helped with getting the goat house up, while Dill was marking out the area for the paddock fencing. The boys ran around delivering hammers, nails and screwdrivers to whoever called for them. And Izzy, in her own inimitable style, wandered around eating whatever wasn't snatched out of her hands in time.
A large barbeque made from an old oil drum appeared from nowhere, and before long the smell of food began to make everyone's stomachs growl. Moira had excelled herself; a long table appeared, covered with salads, bread and cheese as well as the steaks, chicken and sausages from the barbeque. Several more women appeared carrying desserts and cakes as the evening progressed, causing Dill, in a moment of general quiet, to remark that it was like the barn raising scene from 'that old movie Witness'. Of course that sparked much laughter, as they all argued over whether or not they really were Scotland's answer to the Amish, as had been suggested in the past.
Finally, as the night crept up on them, Dill took the children inside. By the time she'd given them their evening bath and tucked them into bed, McQueen was saying thank you's and good byes to the neighbours he'd finally met. All of them were tired but happy to have achieved their goal; the paddock was finished. The goat house stood proudly in a corner. All it needed was the inhabitants to arrive.
Walking up behind him, Dill wrapped her arms around Ty's waist and smilingly said goodnight to the last of the stragglers. "Come on, marine," she whispered. "I have plans for you."
"No, Dill," he told her. "I need to show you that I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done this to you, and I should have known I couldn't do it myself. This Colonel needs to make amends to his wife."
"Well, this wife just wants to get her hands on the beautiful, sweaty, manly marine in her arms. So come on, and let's go to bed."
"I need a shower," Ty said, as Dill pulled him along by the waistband of his jeans.
"One thing you most certainly do not need is a shower" she murmured.
"But I'm all sweaty and horrible!" he laughed.
"No, you're sweaty and sexy," Dill growled. "Now get in here, marine, and let's work that sweat up again." She pulled him into their bedroom and closed the door. "You want to make amends, do you, marine?" she asked.
"Ma'am, yes, ma'am," Ty whispered, grinning.
"Then strip down to your boxers and give me twenty," Dill told him firmly.
With a quick smirk he did as he was told, lifting his head to ask, "Only twenty?"
"Quiet, marine," she told him, trying not to laugh as she rested one foot on his behind and pushed him down. "Otherwise I'll have to sit on you while you do them."
"Oh God, yes," Ty moaned softly.
"I heard that," Dill chuckled. "You are a very bad marine, and I think perhaps you need to work a little harder to get that sweat up. How about some sit ups?"
"Ma'am, yes, ma'am," her husband smiled, sitting up and beginning to do them.
"Did I say move?" she asked him, crouching down by his side.
"No, ma'am," Ty whispered, as Dill's hands began to move slowly over his chest and back.
"Feels a little moist to me," she whispered, her breath hot on his navel, making him twitch, "but nowhere near enough. Let's see how you look after some sit ups." Dill held him still in her arms for a moment. "Or even better, a jog around the paddock. Or I can think of a better, more fun way for both of us."
Ty looked into her eyes, filled with lust and desire for him. "Whatever you want," he whispered.
She swatted him on the back. "You forgot the ma'am, marine. Oh, you are so bad. You're going to have to work very hard to please me."
"Ma'am, yes, ma'am," Ty whispered, groaning as her hand slipped inside his boxers, stroking his hard cock.
"On the bed, marine," Dill whispered in his ear.
Doing as he was told, he shivered as he felt her tongue lave his navel. "Oh, Dill," he moaned softly. "I don't know what you want from me."
"I should have thought that was obvious," she whispered. "I want you to make love to me, Ty. I want to feel you getting all hot and sweaty with me."
Ty rolled over and took Dill in his arms. "Hot and sweaty, you say?"
"Oh yes, definitely," she grinned.
"Okay then," he groaned, pushing her onto her back and pushing himself inside her.
He started slowly, allowing her the chance to enjoy the feeling of him sliding in and out of her. He withdrew almost out of her with each stroke, smiling as she gripped his shoulders and wrapped her legs around his waist to stop him pulling out too far.
He began to speed up, his thrusts coming fast and furious as she urged him on. "Come on, flyboy. Nought to fifty in three seconds is not bad at all," Dill chuckled, slapping him on the behind. "I know you can do better though."
"Yes ma'am," Ty moaned, his body pounding into her for all he was worth.
Soon he was lost, trapped inside the pace he'd set, unable to do little more than hold on to her as his body wildly thrust inside her, making her cry out as her orgasm approached. He cried out himself as he felt her limbs tighten around his body when she climaxed, and his own body picked him up and threw him over the edge after her.
Collapsing on top of her, Ty struggled to breathe. Dill's hands ran up and down his body, massaging him, kneading his buttocks and his shoulders, then dancing lightly along his sides, making him squirm as she gently tickled him.
"Oh Dill," he groaned. "What are you trying to do, kill me?"
"You're all nicely sweaty now," she giggled. "Roll over and let me taste you."
Ty dutifully rolled onto his back, his eyes shining with amusement as she climbed on top of him and began to massage his shoulders, her hands firmly kneading and squeezing as she bent her neck to lick at his nipples.
"Are you a tired boy?" Dill asked, in a tone of voice very much like she spoke to the children.
"No," he told her, his voice low and husky, as he wriggled trying to position her so that she was sitting over his already hardening cock. "But I'm a tired man."
Dill lifted her head from his nipples. "Oh, I see. It's like that, is it? Mutiny in the ranks."
"Hell, yes," he chuckled. "I'm having ideas right at this moment that would shock most boys."
"Well, come on then, flyboy. Let's see 'em," she said softly.
Ty pulled her off of him and knelt behind her, holding her upright against him. He nuzzled and kissed at Dill's throat and neck as his free hand slid down her body to her wet centre, sliding inside her and gently stroking her. Once she was writhing against him, pushing herself onto his hand, he removed his fingers and pushed her forwards onto her hands and knees. Holding onto her hips, Ty thrust into Dill's hot, wet depths in one smooth stroke. For a second he knelt, buried completely inside her, before he began to move, slowly at first, but gradually speeding up as her hips ground backwards to meet each thrust of his. He continued to increase his thrusts as her hand reached around to massage his testicles, causing him to gasp out loud as she rolled them in her hand squeezing gently, but firmly.
"No Dill," Ty whispered, batting her hand away. "You can play afterwards. Right now I just want you to enjoy it."
"Oh, I am, flyboy," Dill gasped as he thrust forcefully into her. "I think I like it like this best of all."
"I see," Ty groaned, pushing himself harder. "Don't wanna look at me, huh?"
"Oh, my lover," she grinned, turning her head to look at him. "You know that's not so… oh!" she cried out, as he thrust even harder, his knuckles white where he gripped her hips. "It's just that this way, I get to feel so much more of you."
"Be quiet woman," he groaned. "Let me concentrate."
"Sir, yes, sir," Dill whispered.
"That's more like it," Ty chuckled. "Know your place, woman."
"Oh, I do," Dill giggled. "Under you! So come on, I want to see that handsome face when you come. I want to see you going all googly." She flung herself forward so that he slid out of her, and rolling over, pulled him to her. "I want to be able to kiss you."
Grinning, Ty bent to kiss her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth as he thrust himself inside her. Soon she was urging him on, her hands gripping his shoulders as he gripped hers, kissing his face and neck as he nuzzled against her. Finally, she felt his body tensing, the shudders running through him and into her, bringing her climax ever closer. She lifted his head from her shoulder and watched his face.
"Open your eyes, Ty. Let me see you come."
Opening his eyes, Ty stared at her, his eyes unfocussed as his body took over for the final thrusts. His mouth opened and a tiny gasp emerged as he fought not to drop his head onto her breast.
"My God, you're beautiful," Dill whispered, just before her climax took her and her body shuddered underneath him, bringing his own closer.
Pulling his head down again, she ran her tongue over his navel, dipping it into the small dimple. Ty's body jerked and he let out a strangled cry, clutching at her as he finally came, clinging to her as though she were a life raft.
Dill rolled Ty onto his back and began kissing and licking her way down his body, working her way to his softened cock. Taking him into her mouth, she worked him hard, swirling her tongue around the sensitive tip, fucking the slit, using hard sucks and long languorous strokes of her tongue to get him nice and hard again. Grinning, she slid herself down his length and began to ride him hard.
"Oh God, Dill!" Ty cried. "You're trying to kill me."
"But what a way to go," she chuckled, licking at his nipples, nipping them to hardness as she rode him furiously.
Ty's hands came up to hold Dill's hips as he bucked his own hips upwards, desperately striving for relief. They came, him kneading her breasts, moaning incoherently, as she slammed herself down on him. Dill screamed out with the force of her orgasm, before collapsing on top of him.
Ty pulled her down and into his arms, kissing her softly before pulling the sheet over them and finally going to sleep. Dill, wrapped in his arms, laid her head on his chest as Ty stroked her hair.
The following morning Ty woke to the sounds of Dill showering, and a familiar body snuggled up against him. "Hello, boy," he whispered, in case Cameron was asleep.
"Hello daddy," came the soft reply.
"What're you doing in my bed?" Ty asked, rolling over to hug the little boy.
"You woke me up," Cameron told him, his eyes full of with love for his daddy.
"I woke you up?" he asked, thinking that he and Dill were really going to have to keep the volume down in future.
"Uh huh," the little boy told him. "You were happy. Mummy was making you happy I think, and you woke me up."
Ty lay there thinking about what Cameron had said, horror filling his mind at the fact that the boy was able to pick up on he and Dill making love.
"Its okay, daddy, you don't need to be upset," Cameron smiled, reaching out to touch his face. "I like it when you're happy. It makes me happy too." He frowned. "I don't like it when you're sad. Sometimes that scares me and makes me cry. But when you're happy with mummy, that's the best."
"Cameron," Ty asked, "how do you know what I'm feeling?"
"I just do," Cameron told him, shrugging.
"Can you tell how I'm feeling when I'm not here?"
"Yes, daddy," the little boy whispered, beginning to worry that his daddy was going to tell him off.
"Can you tell all the time?"
"No, daddy."
"When can you tell?"
"I don't know!" Cameron's eyes filled with tears and he began to cry.
McQueen pulled the little boy closer. "Its okay, Cameron. You don't need to cry. I'm not cross with you." He kissed his son's forehead gently. "But you should know that." Ty smiled, giving the boy a tickle. "I love you, little guy, and nothing will ever stop that. Now come on - no more tears. We have to get up and get dressed. We have people coming to visit, not to mention piglets coming to live!"
"I love you too daddy," Cameron whispered, clinging to him. "Can I have a shower with you?"
"Of course you can, if that naughty mommy hasn't used up all the water."
"You love mummy, don't you?" Cameron smiled.
"Oh, yes. I love mommy more than she knows. More than anyone knows." Ty looked at Cameron thoughtfully. "Except maybe you."
Cameron giggled. "You loves us all."
"Oh, yes, I sure do. My little guys and my sweet bug-eating dumpling, and that naughty, wicked mommy!" Ty laughed.
"Who's a naughty, wicked mummy?" Dill asked, coming in from the bathroom.
"You are!" Ty and Cameron chorused together.