Thunderbirds and The Tracy Family are the creation of Gerry and Sylvia Anderson

Author's Note: Please be warned. This chapter contains sexual innuendo and later becomes sexually graphic in nature. Well, come on, guys….what do you expect! They've waited long enough for this moment. You wouldn't deny them, would you….especially after what they've just been through!

Chapter 100

Shortly before midday and, with all the tests finally completed, Scott Tracy was, indeed, deemed fit enough to be discharged from the Infirmary and as Jenna took her last look around the place she couldn't help but be a little apprehensive. After all, her role as his nurse was just about finished and she knew, had they not fallen so heavily for each other, that she would have been preparing to leave this island paradise to return to her regular nursing duties. Sure, she would still be overseeing his recuperation and making sure he continued with his exercises but he no longer needed actual nursing care. What would her role be now?

As if sensing what she was feeling, Scott slipped his fingers through hers and gave them an encouraging squeeze.

"It's gonna be all right, Jen. This is only the beginning," her lover assured, giving her a warm smile. "We are gonna be sooo good together, lady."

"Yes we are," she returned his warm smile, feeling now much more positive and very much loved and protected.

"Time to go then," Scott replied quietly.

With a final fond look around and grasping her hand a little tighter, they left the Infirmary for the last time.

A few moments later saw the eager pair at the elevator. Wouldn't be long now. All they had to do was ride the elevator up to the living area, walk the short distance down the hallway to his bedroom suite and….! What could be simpler! Surely nothing could stop them now!

With their eyes locked in silent smiling gaze, Scott pressed his thumb to the panel to access the elevator and then they waited. They waited….and waited….and waited some more.

Frowning and sighing with exasperation at what was taking it so long, Scott winced an embarrassed smile.

"Guess it must be…locked off up there," he winced in explanation and then immediately activated the inter-house comm system, located on the wall beside the elevator. "Is anyone up there? Can you send down the elevator."

They waited…..and waited for a response.

On the upper floor, two sniggering, mischievous faces could barely contain themselves. Was it just by mere coincidence that Gordon and Alan just happened to find themselves standing by the elevator at the precise time their eldest brother should choose to call for help!

"Hey….is anyone up there?" Scott called again, feeling slightly more impatient.

Gordon and Alan grinned quite happily at each other. See, the trick was in knowing just how long to wait before answering and to make sure none of the other family members got there first.

"Say, Scott….is that you! What's up!" Gordon asked oh-so-innocently, answering the comm.-link beside him and trying not to sound as if he was finding this amusing, which was actually quite hard.

Down below, Scott drew a deep calming breath. "Yeah Gordy….it's me," the dark-haired Tracy replied with a tight smile. 'Like, who did you think it was', he thought dryly, though keeping his thoughts to himself, since it wasn't, perhaps, the wisest thing to go ticking off his prankster brother when he needed a favor. "Is that elevator locked up there? I can't seem to get it down," Scott asked, wincing an apologetic smile to his ladylove for the inconvenience.

"Dunno….do ya want me to go check?" Gordon offered ever so helpfully, wanting to make it sound as if he was elsewhere in the villa.

"Yeah….I want you to go check," Scott responded with almost curt abrasiveness, wondering what else his youngest brother thought he would be asking for! "I'm sorry about this, Jen. I don't know what the problem is," he added with an apologetic shrug of his shoulders and feeling decidedly edgy. They should have been well on their way to his suite by now.

Jenna stroked his face sympathetically. "Don't worry, Scott…..it's not your fault."

"Ok…give me a couple of minutes," the copper-haired prankster called down.

They waited…..and waited.

Up above, Gordon looked at his watch, trying for the maximum length of time he could draw this out for, much to the amusement of his youngest brother. When he felt he had milked it for as long as he could, the wily joker emitted a little cough, mustering as much serious composure as possible.

"Yeah Scott…you're right. The elevator is locked off. Ok…if there's nothing else you want…there's things I gotta do. See ya later," the cheeky aquanaut responded cheerily and cut the comm.-link. It was all Alan could do to keep from exploding with laughter before the link was closed.

To say Scott was dumbfounded was an understatement, as he looked to Jenna in disbelief and, at which, she could only shrug her shoulders. What did Gordon think he was asking him for, if not to unlock the elevator and send it down! For a moment he thought he was in some crazy kind of twilight zone.

"NO….no Gordy…wait," Scott called back up frantically. Since it didn't seem that anybody else was around and since he desperately needed that elevator to come down, so they could get up….it seemed like Gordon was their only hope. "Gordon! GORDON….are you up there!"

Up above the two youngest Tracy brothers sniggered with all the juvenile delight of two mischievous school kids. The tactics to delay their eldest brother from getting to his room was working a treat.

"Yeah…yeah, Scott….I'm here. Keep your shirt on," Gordon answered in an irritatingly cherry tone and then turning to his young blond-haired accomplice, spoke in a lower voice behind his hand, which brought a grin of amusement. "Opps…silly me. He doesn't want to keep his shirt on…or anything else!"

"Gordon….just unlock the elevator and send it down….will ya," the eldest Tracy retorted in exasperation.

The cheeky aquanaut grinned. He was having way too much fun.

"Scott…..am I hearing that you're maybe just the teeniest, littlest bit pissed at me!" Gordon asked, pretending a measure of indignation.

"No Gordon….I am not….the teeniest…littlest bit….pissed at you," Scott returned tight-lipped through clenched teeth.

"Cus ya know….here's me…comin along…mindin my own business. You ask me to do you a favor….'Gordy, will ya check, see if the elevator's locked off'….I go outta my way to……," the loveable rogue cheerily prattled on, knowing he was winding his eldest brother up big time. Gordon Cooper Tracy was at his infuriating best.

"NO GORDON…..YOU ARE NOT….PISSIN ME OFF. NOW WILL YOU JUST UNLOCK THE DAMN ELEVATOR AND SEND IT DOWN," Scott ranted, finally losing all semblance of patience, which brought more sniggers of delight from up above.

"Gee Scott…..all you had to do was ask!" Gordon responded, in wide-eyed innocence.

Scott briefly closed his eyes, took in a deep calming breath and let it out slowly, while doing a mental count to ten. Knowing he wasn't finding this even the remotest bit funny, Jenna gave him a sympathetic smile, as she tenderly stroked his face, though feeling her heart beat excitedly for her man was just so full of raw, hot passion right now, she thought he was about to explode and she knew she was in for a good time!

She always did have a way of soothing him. Taking her in his arms, he kissed her hungrily, with promises of it 'not being long now', as they, at last, heard the elevator descending.

Up above, phase two was about to be put into operation.

"Ok, Al……you're on," Gordon instructed, it being obvious a plan had been formulated between the two. "You know what you have to do! Just don't let him get past you."

The youngest Tracy nodded obediently.

Gordon had deliberately chosen not to take Virgil and John into his confidence, since he couldn't rely on their compliance and the fact they would probably try and talk him out of it, or worse still, inform Scott but that didn't mean they wouldn't get to be involved in this carefully choreographed little drama. Indeed, Gordon had plans for the whole family to be involved, without their knowledge, of course.

Exiting the elevator and grasping her hand tightly, Scott led his soon-to-be conquest along the hallway to the bedroom suites. The end was almost in sight and he was becoming more aroused by the minute but, for the star-crossed lovers, it seemed they would have to wait…just a little bit longer.

"Scott. Oh great….I'm glad I caught you," a familiar voice called out from the open door, as they passed. "Could you come in for a minute."?

Suddenly pulled from his beautiful erotic reverie, Scott closed his eyes and a heavy exasperated sigh escaped the eldest Tracy's lips. For some reason, things just didn't seem to be going according to plan. Well, not his plan anyway.

"What is it, Al? Can't it wait!" Scott asked, feeling somewhat impatient and making it clear this wasn't exactly a good time.

"Well, gee Scott…..you did say, anytime I wanted to ask you for advice……!" Alan replied, with all the plausible sweet innocence that his baby-faced features gave him.

"Yeah, I did….didn't I," Scott thought dryly to himself and resigned to the fact he was a victim of his own big brotherly protectiveness and urging. He just wished his little brother had had a better sense of timing.

Little did he know, because of Gordon's latest practical joke, Alan had an excellent sense of timing.

"But…of course…..if you didn't….really mean it!" Alan pouted in pretence, intending for his brother to feel very, very guilty indeed. There was nothing like a good bit of emotional blackmail to do the trick.

And it produced the desired results. "Well, sure I meant it, Al……," Scott assured him but before he could get any further, his youngest brother's mood suddenly seemed to lighten.

"Great. So…come on in, Scott," Alan quickly invited, standing back a little, which suggested that he expected his eldest brother to take him up on the invite. "It won't take long…..honest," he added with an oh-so-innocent grin.

Scott groaned. No. Better make that, whimpered. Yes, Scott whimpered helplessly, as he looked, first up the hallway to where his suite of rooms was oh so close then in, to where Alan was expecting him and then to the object of his love, with a pleading look of, 'What am I supposed to do!'

Jenna had to admit to feeling mildly frustrated herself, after all, his promises of making hot, passionate love to her all afternoon and night had stirred sensations deep in her body but this delay wasn't his fault and she knew he was far from happy about the situation either.

"It's ok….go and see what he wants," Jenna urged him with a sympathetic smile.

He so loved her for her understanding. Scott nodded. Sooner he got this over and done with the sooner he could get back to important business! "This had better be damn good, Al," he groused.

"Oh, it's all right, Jen…..you can come too. It's not private," Alan smiled happily, while inviting her in.

On looking to her dark-haired lover, he could only shrug his shoulders at not knowing what was going on. The young couple entered the lounge area of the suite, where Alan invited them to take a seat. Jenna sat on the comfortable sofa, whereas Scott chose to stand, folding his arms across his chest, making it clear he was not intending to be here long enough to get comfortable.

"Ok, Al….shoot," Scott asked a little impatiently, letting his brother know he was all ears and ready to listen.

With his back momentarily to his eldest brother, Alan swallowed a little nervously, hoping he could pull this off. His only remit from his slightly older brother, that morning, had been, 'Get him in your room…and keep him talking there as long as possible. It'll drive him nuts'. When Alan had asked how he was supposed to do that, all he got from Gordon was, 'Oh, you'll think of something'. Gordon had had, by far, the easiest and safest part to play. After all, he had a whole floor and a locked out elevator between them, while he was right here, face to face and within easy reach of one potentially volatile and, almost back to full strength, eldest brother, who would be more than ready to throttle him if he knew what they were up to. He sure hoped Gordon appreciated his help in all this. In fact, he would make sure Gordon appreciated his help and would remind him only too happily when he had a favor to ask.

Right now, he had to bring all his acting skills to bear; his safety depended on it!

"Well….I wanted to ask you about the……the change to horizontal flight," Alan announced, having turned to meet his brother's steady, questioning gaze.

"Horizontal flight!" Scott queried, obviously bewildered. "What's wrong with the horizontal flight!"

"Oh….nothing, Scott. There's nothing wrong with the horizontal flight," Alan assured him, with a look of wide-eyed innocence.

"So….what's the problem then!" his eldest brother asked, beginning to wonder just why Alan had called him in.

"Oh….there's no problem," Alan also assured him, with the same wide-eyed innocence.

Scott waited for him to go on, raising his brows in a manner suggesting he was waiting for Alan to clarify just what it was he did want but his young brother didn't seem very forthcoming.

"Look Al…..just what is it you want to talk to me about?" Scott asked, sighing heavily in exasperation and, somehow, getting the feeling that it wasn't all that important and feeling increasingly agitated at being kept from something very important!

"Well….I've been thinking, Scott. You know the way we change to horizontal flight at 1000ft!" Alan responded, waiting then for a response from his brother. After all, he wasn't in a great hurry to finish, quite the opposite, his mission being to keep Scott here as long as possible.

"Y..e..a..h," Scott returned slowly, wondering just where Alan was going with this. "It's…standard operating procedure….the way we've always done it."

"See….I've been thinking about changing to horizontal flight at…900ft….but I can't decide. What do you think, Scott?" Alan asked, trying to look serious as he pondered the problem.

The senior Field Commander was kinda a little lost for words. "900ft! You're thinkin of changing to horizontal flight at 900ft….but you can't decide!" he repeated, as you do when you want to make sure you've really heard what you think you heard.

"Yeah, Scott….wha'da ya think!" Alan answered cheerily.

"Why, Al! What the hell difference does 100ft make!" Scott asked incredulous, not understanding his brother's reasoning. But then, of course, there was no reasoning….was there!

"Ahh…see. If I was 100ft lower when I changed to horizontal flight….I would get to the danger zone that bit quicker….wouldn't I!" Alan enthused eagerly, enjoying totally the rise he was getting from his eldest brother.

"By 100ft! You've gotta be kiddin me! The speed that baby flies, she would eat up 100ft difference," Scott argued, knowing his craft only all too well and feeling his youngest brother's reasoning was totally pointless.

Alan just couldn't resist and tried pushing the boundary of believability that bit further. "And then…. there's the view," he added in all seriousness.

"The view!" Scott repeated, becoming more totally bewildered by the minute.

"Yeah….the view. The view you get at 900ft is different…..it's…nicer!" Alan commented and coming dangerously close to bursting out in laughter.

Scott shook his head, thinking he had to have been in the middle of a crazy twilight zone kind of conversation. "Nicer! The view is…nicer!" he repeated with continued incredulity and looking to Jenna, who could only bite her lip in an attempt to stifle a smile.

"So, Scott….fellow Field Commander. Wha'da ya think!" Alan asked, with an ever so innocently and irritatingly sweet smile.

Narrowed, intense blue eyes flashed dangerously. Was Alan just trying to wind him up! He couldn't be entirely sure. "You wanna know what I think?"

Alan nodded, keeping up the pretence of irritating innocence.

"900ft! Sure…go with 900…..700…..500. Hell….change to horizontal flight while you're still in the gawd damn launch bay!" Scott ground out through clenched teeth.

A snort of laughter escaped the young man's lips. "Hey…good one, Scott. Little joke there."

"Who said I was joking!" Scott replied, fixing his young brother with a look of cold, hard steel. "So…if there's nothing more….!" he added, which wasn't so much an invitation as a dare that there had better not be. And with that, Scott extended his hand to Jenna, in a very clear gesture that said they were leaving.

Having done all he could, Alan knew he couldn't hold his brother's attention any longer; to do so would have definitely only made him suspicious and demanding to know what he was playing at. Still, he couldn't resist one last parting quip, as the eager lovers exited his suite.

"Hey….thanks for the advice, Scott," he cheekily called out after them. "And if I do think of anything else….I'll…eh…stop by later."

Feeling well pleased with himself, Alan grinned broadly, especially when he heard his eldest brother testily mutter, 'Don't even think about it, Al', as they disappeared into the hallway.

Well, they were just a few steps away now from that door, the door that spelt privacy and intimacy, lots and lots of intimacy. But it seemed fate was conspiring against them yet again or maybe it wasn't so much fate, as a mischievous copper-haired Gordon Tracy.

Gordon had planned his interception of the two, soon-to-be-intimate, lovers to perfection, having emerged into the hallway from his hidden vantage point. You see, the execution of a plan like this was all down to timing and Gordon had his timing down to a fine art.

"Hey Scott…..glad I caught ya," he greeted them with a cheery grin.

Groaning inwardly, Scott closed his eyes briefly and sighed. "Yeah…I bet you are. So….what kind of advice are…you…looking for, Gordon? Can't decide if you should reduce your surface cruising speed from 45 knots to 40…..or if you should change the color of your…wetsuit!" he asked, in a voice heavy with sarcasm.

"Huh!" his mischievous brother responded, screwing up his face with the pretence of being bewildered. He grinned happily to himself, though making sure it didn't show, of course. Alan must have done a pretty good job to have gotten their eldest brother so rattled.

Scott shook his head wearily. "Never mind. Anyway…whatever it is, Gordon it'll have to wait. I…I was just going to…eh…get settled…back in my room," he winced in explanation, hoping to put his brother off whatever it was he wanted and throwing his lover a coded look.

But, of course, Gordon Tracy wasn't going to be put off that easily; he was on a mission. He sniggered to himself, knowing only too well just what kind of 'settled in his room' his eldest brother had in mind!

"Well…I'll help you settle in, Scott," Gordon cheekily offered, beaming him a wide-eyed innocent smile.

"NO….no, Gordy. That's all right," Scott choked out, almost in a panic. "Jen's gonna help me…settle in…..make sure I have everything I need." Another knowing look passed between them.

"Yeah….I bet she will!" the loveable rogue grinned to himself, enjoying seeing the normally so-in-control Tracy in a flap.

"And besides…..I want to show her around," he added, as if he felt he needed to clarify further to make it all seem totally innocent.

"So…that's all right then. Nothing important….nothing that can't keep until later!" Gordon quipped with irritating chirpiness.

"Gawd Gordy….you have no idea," an increasingly frustrated Scott Tracy groaned to himself.

But, of course, he did and he was having so much fun, wondering just how much more his eldest brother could take before he cracked.

And with that, Gordon wriggled his way in between the pair, linked his arms through both of theirs and proceeded to drag them off down the hallway, passed that precious door that symbolized their impending union, the door they had been looking forward to walking through all morning. No. Better make that, the door they had been looking forward to walking through for weeks!

"Just where are we going, Gordon?" the eldest Tracy sighed wearily, a dark frown creasing his forehead.

"Oh you'll see," was all he would say, like an excitable kid that was about to share a big secret.

Scott groaned and Jenna sighed and behind Gordon's back they cast each other a helpless look that said they were resigned to their situation, knowing they would have to wait just a little while longer. Not much longer though, not if he could help it, Scott thought to himself. As soon as Gordon showed them what he wanted, they were out of there. The fire of arousal was burning brightly, for both of them and he wasn't prepared to quench it much longer.

Once Gordon had led them into the lounge, he walked them over to their father's desk.

"Ok…Gordon! Now that you've got us here….what you do want!" Scott snapped abruptly, wondering why it was so important for them to come to the lounge. "Because I'm telling you….if it's something stupid or really unimportant…..!"

"Well that's nice," Gordon huffed, feigning hurt. "I mean…here I am…just tryin to be nice….tryin to be helpful……"

Scott closed his eyes, once again and drew in a calming breath. Gordon really had a talent for being cheerily irritating. Gawd….no one had a talent like his for prattling on about absolutely nothing.

"ALL RIGHT…..all right, Gordon. Just what the hell do you want!" the eldest Tracy barked out in frustrated impatience, while Jenna rubbed soothingly on his arm.

"Only wanted to tell ya that Johnny's on the live-feed from Five. Guess he just wanted to congratulate you on being set free," Gordon explained, shrugging his shoulders in wide-eyed innocence.

Wonder how John got to know that his eldest brother had just been officially released from his long confinement!

"Ohh," was Scott's reply, feeling a little guilty. And how could he not take the time now to talk to his space-bound brother, when he had taken the time to call him up and wish him well. Turning to face John's live-feed, as he sat down at the desk, Scott greeted him with a wincing smile, knowing his brother had probably caught his outburst, while Jenna took a seat on the sofa opposite.

"Hi Scott….hi Jen," John greeted them. Jenna returned him a warm smile. "Look…eh…I'm sorry if I caught you at a bad time," he added in apology. "I only wanted to say how great it is that you've finally been released."

Scott sighed wearily and not for the first time since they'd left the Infirmary that morning; after all, John couldn't know what other important something, very important something, he had on his agenda.

"No John….that's okay. It's not a bad time," Scott lied. "And thanks….yeah…it is good to be out," he added, though, in genuine acknowledgement.

Well, what was he supposed to say! "Actually John…this is a very bad time. I should be jumpin my woman's bones by now!" which he very much wanted to be doing right now.

They chatted for a while, with Scott trying his best not to appear distracted. It was hard though, especially when Scott could swear Jenna was provocatively teasing him from the sofa by languidly crossing one leg over the other and stroking her thigh, while running her tongue along parted lips. With her back to the live-feed portrait, John was completely oblivious to her coded signals to his brother and being unobserved by Gordon too, it was only Scott who saw her eyes dancing with mischief. Was it any wonder he was distracted! Gawd, she was hot, making him feel hard and tight.

All right, duty done. Now time to high tail it outta there and get down to some serious business!

John…..if you don't mind…I'm…eh…beginning to feel it…a little," Scott winced a lame smile meaning, of course, that he was feeling a little tired but what the heck, he was feeling the burn! "So I'm gonna head off to my room now…and get…settled in," he added, much to his lover's delight.

It took John all of a few seconds to read between the lines and it was all he could do to stop himself grinning from ear to ear. "Yeah…sure Scott…sure. I guess you must be feeling 'it' pretty badly….eh...feeling tired…that is. I mean…all that excitement…about getting your…release today…would be kinda tiring," he cheekily quipped, his comment heavily laced with sexual innuendo.

Scott narrowed his eyes suspiciously, while Gordon was highly amused. Things couldn't be going better for although Gordon hadn't let John in on his delaying plan, his blond-haired brother couldn't have carried out his part any better.

"Well…I think it's time I signed off," John wisely suggested before his eldest brother decided to get all defensive and have a go. Being sexually frustrated usually did have a tendency to give one a short fuse, he always thought. Hell, they'd all been there at some point. "Bye Scott….bye Jen. Oh…and Jen….make sure he takes things…slowly. Wouldn't want him…overdoing it…and wearing himself out! he added, with mischievous advice, in farewell.

See, that was the beauty of having Earth's atmosphere and thousands of miles of space between you; you could get away with saying, practically, anything.

Jenna bit her bottom lip to stifle the amused grin. "Bye John….see you soon."

"Yeah….bye John. Good talkin to you," Scott offered, with a chillness that could rival the cold of space. The link was closed.

Thinking they were, at last, good to go, the two lovers headed back across the lounge but they were only to get so far.

"Oh Scott….don't forget to pop into the kitchen and say hi to Grandma," the cheerful joker piped up. The look on his eldest brother's face was priceless. "Yeah….she said she was looking forward to seeing you when you got out of the Infirmary for good. I think she wants to give you a BIG hug…..you know Grandma!" he added enthusiastically.

Scott winced and looked at the clock. "Eh….she'll probably be busy making lunch," he conjectured, looking for the least little excuse.

But he wasn't getting out of it that easily.

"Naw…she won't mind…..not when it's you. She'll be awfully upset if you don't," Gordon quickly responded, desperately needing his eldest brother to, inadvertently, go along with his plan and so using every means at his disposal, including that old emotional blackmail. How could his eldest brother possibly refuse now to go and see his sweet little old Grandma!

Scott groaned as he looked to Jenna. There just seemed to be no end to these delays. She rubbed his arm soothingly, giving him a smile of sympathetic understanding. Yes, she had to admit to being disappointed too, they so wanted to be together but she was fond of Grandma. The elderly lady had been very good to her ever since she arrived, always making sure she was well fed and she had a feeling Grandma Tracy, very much, approved of her developing relationship with her grandson. It was understandable that Grandma would want to see her eldest grandson, now that he had been released from the Infirmary, just to give him a hug and she knew Scott would never do anything to hurt her feelings.

"This won't take long," Scott sighed, giving her a quiet smile and resigned to the fact that it was the right thing to do.

Placing his hand lightly, then, in the small of her back, Scott guided her towards the kitchen. Feeling infinitely pleased with himself that his plan was back on track, Gordon clenched his fist and pulled it downwards in a silent, triumphant 'Yes', behind their backs, as he followed them out. They were in for a BIG surprise.

On entering the kitchen, Scott stopped dead in his tracks, along with Jenna, both slightly stunned and lost for words.

Grandma, as it turned out, wasn't just in the act of preparing lunch but was just about to serve it, with the rest of the family already seated around the table. They turned with smiles and warm greetings at seeing the young couple. Opps, did Gordon just forget to mention that the family were having an earlier lunch today!

The elderly lady's face lit up at seeing her eldest grandson.

"Oh…does this mean that you're out of that sick room for good, Sweetheart?" Grandma fussed, going over and giving her tall and handsome grandson a big hug, as he automatically bent down to her level and giving Jenna an equally warm hug of affection.

"Yeah Grandma….I'm feeling good," Scott replied and looking to his nurse/lover to give her official confirmation.

"Yes….I have officially discharged Scott from the Infirmary. We did final tests this morning…and I'm pleased to say…he passed…with flying colors," she announced proudly, as she looked to him with loving affection and both becoming lost, just for a moment, in one of those intense gazes.

A round of cheers and warm congratulations went up from the table, pulling them back to reality and their immediate dilemma. How to successfully extricate themselves from their present position so they could be alone and without anyone knowing why! But if they thought they were going to get away with it that easily, they couldn't have been more wrong.

"Well, for heaven's sake….don't just stand there like a pair of frightened rabbits. Come in, you two and sit down and have some lunch. We're just about to serve….and now we have something to celebrate," Grandma fussed, as she and Kyrano began bringing dishes to the table.

"Yes, you two...come and sit down and have some lunch…and you can tell us how you feel, Son," Jeff encouraged innocently, motioning to the empty chairs at the table and totally unaware he was playing right into the hands of his two youngest mischief-making sons. "I'm sure you could use a bite to eat….you must be both hungry by now."

At that, the two pranksters almost snorted out a laugh.

"Yeah…they're hungry all right….but not for food!" Gordon grinned to himself, both boys watching with eager fascination as to what their eldest brother would do now, like he was some type of psychological experiment. What was it about someone else's discomfort that was so infinitely enjoyable!

This was definitely a case of 'youngest brothers watching older brother squirm, like a fish on a hook' syndrome.

This was just getting better and better…not…for the hapless, dark-haired lover. "NO…I don't want any gawdamn lunch….I don't want to talk about how I feel….or give any advice. I JUST WANT TO BED MY WOMAN!" he felt like yelling out. But, of course, he didn't.

Instead he winced a weak smile, turning to the object of his need and hunger with a look of resigned frustration and apology. Even the quick-thinking and innovative Field Commander, renowned for being able to affect a rescue from the direst of circumstances, couldn't get them out of this one. It looked like they were fated to endure a family lunch before they would have the pleasure of knowing each other.

Standing close to her and so, unseen by everyone else, Scott clasped her hand behind their backs, in a gesture of apology, while silently mouthing, 'I'm sorry'. She gave him a warm smile and squeezed his hand back in reassurance that it really was all right; it wasn't his fault.

"Well…are you two coming to sit down or what! We're hungry….even if you're not!" Gordon piped up, with cheeky daring, determined to rub it in and to which Alan tried his best not to smirk too much.

Scott flashed his younger brother a suspicious look, wondering if Gordon had an underlying meaning to what he said but, of course, he would never know that. With a weary sigh and again with his hand placed protectively in the small of her back, the gallant dark-haired pilot guided his lady to the two empty seats beside Virgil, pulling out her chair for her to sit before he took his place. Gordon had wisely chosen a seat on the other side of the table, making sure he was out of his eldest brother's reach.

The lunch got underway, with everyone engaging happily in conversation and, since Gordon had already achieved his objective in keeping the young lovers from, so far, getting their ultimate fulfilment, he wisely kept his comments free of any more sexual innuendo. Well, he didn't want to overdo it and alert his frustrated brother to the fact that he was the reason he remained in a state of frustration! No, the success of this plan depended on subtlety; that it should look like a run of bad luck. Besides, he hadn't finished yet. He had one more delaying tactic up his sleeve, where another unwitting member of the family would play a part.

Scott was finding it increasingly hard to keep his mind on any kind of conversation, though since, every so often, his lover let her leg stray, to rub playfully against his, unobserved under the table.

As the laden dishes were passed around the table, Jenna assumed, for a brief moment, her role as physiotherapist, encouraging Scott to take the dishes in both hands and pass them on, even though there were many willing hands offering to do it for him. She insisted, though, he do it for himself, saying it would help with his co-ordination. He was a bit unsure at first, since this was his first time around the family table but with her warm smile of encouragement, he felt he could achieve anything and her obvious pride in him afterwards made him feel so good.

Knowing glances shot between them when the dishes were passed around and, as if they read each other's minds, both took only small portions; the reasoning being that if they didn't have very much, it wouldn't take long to eat and so they could make good their escape, having fulfilled their duty. It was a good plan and it might have worked, if it hadn't been for Grandma's eagle eye.

"Why…look at you two! You've barely enough on your plates to keep a bird alive…..," Grandma fussed, intent on heaping more food on their plates.

The look on the normally cool, calm and collected Field Commander's face was a picture, that akin to horror. More food meant longer at the table and, under normal circumstances, he would probably have been only too happy to indulge himself more but just not today. No, today, his appetite was elsewhere!

Worried glances shot between the two lovers, since Jenna was of the same mind.

"Eh….no, Grandma….that's okay. We…we're really not very hungry," Scott babbled out, holding out his hands in a 'please…no more' gesture, with Jenna backing him to the hilt.

And, just how the two mischief-makers managed to restrain themselves from making any sort of comment, was anybody's guess, for they were oh so tempted.

But, as is the way of grandmothers, the formidable little woman was on a mission, to see that her grandchildren and the family were well fed and, of course, that included her eldest grandson's ladylove.

"Oh nonsense," she retorted, merrily going about her business. "If you two young people are going to hide yourselves away in that room of yours, Scott…for heaven knows how long…..you're going to have to eat a lot more than that to give you plenty of stamina! Why…..I remember when your Grandpa and I…….," she prattled on, giving her grandmotherly advice and completely oblivious.

"Grandma!" Scott spluttered out, choking on a mouthful of food at the highly embarrassing suggestion, while Jenna turned a deep shade of crimson and winced an embarrassed smile, as she patted and rubbed at her lover's back. It seemed the shrewd little woman could read his thoughts and knew exactly what he wanted to be up to.

"Yeah…like whoa there, Grandma! Way too much information," Alan grinned in wide-eyed amusement.

"Now Mother…..I don't think we need to go embarrassing Scott and Jenna like that," Jeff chided, affirming his position as head of the family. Jenna gave him a grateful wince of a smile, while the rest of the family tried to pretend not to notice, although, for Gordon and Alan, this just kept getting better and better.

Grandma Tracy tisk'd and tutted, determined she knew better, bulldozing her way through all and every objection. "Why….all I'm saying is…a proper meal provides proper fuel to keep the body going."

God bless Grandma! You just gotta love her beautifully simple wisdom! The indomitable Tracy matriarch was never one to be sparing with her views and opinions.

"She's gotta a point!" Gordon shrugged innocently, seeing it as an opportune moment to underhandedly goad his eldest brother further, while being able to claim he was merely agreeing with his grandmother. "And they're gonna need plenty of fuel!" he then sniggered for only his blond-haired accomplice to hear.

Scott flashed a look of wary suspicion in their direction, while Tin-Tin shot them a disapproving one.

"All right, Grandma. We'll have some more," Scott sighed, admitting defeat in the face of a vastly superior opponent, knowing full well it was pretty useless to argue.

No meal, of course, was complete without dessert and Scott Tracy was usually one who looked forward to such treats; it was just, today, he had had a different kind of treat in mind!

But if they thought they had any chance of getting away anytime soon, though, it quickly disappeared, as Grandma asked the young lovers what they would have for dessert, undeterred by any protests of not being able to eat another bite.

It was just too good an opportunity to miss for the loveable rogue across the table. "Well that's easy. They're gonna have each other!" he sniggered again, under his breath to Alan.

Finally, with the meal finished, everyone left the table and headed into the lounge. Surely they could make good their escape now! But it seemed the irrepressible joker had one more ace up his sleeve.

Catching his lover's eye, Scott silently motioned towards the lounge exit and Jenna nodded.

"Eh…well…if you all don't mind…..Jen's going to see I get settled in my room," Scott announced, trying to sound quite casual and making it seem like Jenna was merely fulfilling her nursing duties.

She quickly followed his lead. "Em…yes. Scott really needs to take a rest about now…so I'll…eh…just see he has…eh…everything he needs."

As they went to make their way across the lounge, however!

"But Scott….don't you want to hear Virgil's special piece first!" Gordon asked with mischievous delight.

The increasingly frustrated lover halted in his tracks, the cold hand of inevitability seizing him. With a deep exhale of breath he closed his eyes briefly, unable to believe the hand fate was dealing him, he then turned, forcing a smile.

"Special piece!" Scott queried lightly.

"Yeah….it's a special composition Virg has been working on…..to celebrate you getting out of the Infirmary at long last," Alan chimed in with explanation, backing his co-conspirator. "He's been working on it for ages….haven't you, Virg!"

"Well…I…eh. Look, Scott's tired. He probably doesn't want to listen to it right now," Virgil babbled and flustered modestly.

"Aw…shoot. Scott would love to listen to it. Wouldn't you, Scott….specially since he wrote it for ya!" Gordon eagerly volunteered, giving their eldest brother absolutely no say in the matter and heaping yet more emotional blackmail on those powerful but wearied shoulders. "And besides….you can rest just as well right here while you're listening to it. You know how soothing Virgil's music is," he added in a note of triumph, along with a devilish gleam in his eye, leaving Scott feeling he had been backed into a corner.

Virgil's face brightened instantly, as he looked to his older brother with expectant hope. "Well…if you're sure!"

And, what could he do! Listening to a piano instrumental hadn't exactly been high on Scott Tracy's agenda for this afternoon, no matter how good the composer…or soothing the music. But when he saw the delighted look of anticipation on his artistic brother's face, at being able to play his special piece, how could he refuse.

Drawing in a wearied breath of resignation, Scott forced a smile. "Sure….I'm sure, Virg. Looking forward to it!"

"Great……great," Virgil beamed, like an excitable child. "I…eh…hope you like it."

"I'm sure I will, Virg," Scott returned with genuine honesty, wincing a smile at feeling a little bit guilty, though, for not being just quite so enthusiastic.

He looked to his waiting lover with a helpless little shrug of his shoulders and she returned him a warm reassuring smile. She guessed his innate sense of duty and his deep-rooted love for his brother made it hard for him to disappoint. Besides, they had waited this long, so what was a few more minutes, providing it was only a few more minutes and, perhaps, the waiting would increase their sensual enjoyment of each other!

Sliding into place along his piano stool, Virgil flexed and stretched his fingers then strung together a few harmonious chords in preparation, while everyone found seats around the spacious lounge. Scott, ever the gallant gentleman, ushered his lady to a seat on the nearby couch but the ill-fated lovers were destined not even to have the enjoyment of being left to sit together in peace to listen to the impromptu recital.

On seeing where the pair were about to sit, a grinning Gordon gave his blond-haired accomplice a silent coded signal. Alan nodded. The next moment, the rambunctious duo flopped, unceremoniously, unto the small couch on either side of their eldest brother and his ladylove, with Gordon on Jenna's side and Alan beside his disgruntled eldest brother, forcing the desperate-to-be-alone couple to squeeze up tightly to each other. As if they weren't having enough trouble trying to keep calm, cool and collected and from wanting to tear each other's clothes off!

"Well…isn't this cosy!" Gordon grinned, as he beamed his best angelic smile and batted his eyelids at his reluctant couch mates, with Alan following suit.

The only response they got from Scott was a growl, making it obvious he was not one bit amused but it was all Jenna could do to keep from laughing, despite the fact she ached to be in her lover's arms.

Their close proximity was making both their bodies burn with want and need.

"Oh gawd……please don't let this be long, buddy," Scott silently begged, for he knew that his brother's compositions had a tendency to run on a bit, simply because he got so lost in his music; the music transporting him to another place, a higher plane, which is where he wanted to be right now!

The artist's fingers glided easily over the keys, taking everyone in the room with him, as they listened enraptured. It was truly a wonderful piece, capturing the essence of the celebration it was written for. When, at last, the piece rose in tumultuous crescendo, Scott and Jenna sighed silently in relief, guessing and hoping the piece was coming to an end, becoming even more sure as the music faded.

But their hopes were soon dashed. With only one thought in mind, the desperate-to-be-true-full-on-lovers rose from their seats to make good their escape, much to the devilish amusement of Gordon and Alan. The next moment they felt hands clamping around their arms and pulling them back down.

"Hey….you can't go yet!" Gordon whispered. "We're just getting to the best bit. Things are just getting heated up!"

"Gawd Gordy…..you have no idea just how!" Scott groaned inwardly, with unrelieved need.

When the piece finally did finish, having reached its final crescendo and fading out notes, the lovers were almost afraid to hope, just in case. But this time their hope was rewarded and the pair were quickly on their feet. Obligatory congratulations and thanks were offered and Scott, once more, motioned Jenna towards the exit. With the excuse that Scott needed to now get settled in his room, the lovers made a hurried exit from the lounge, afraid that if they stayed any longer something else was bound to crop up.

"Think something's 'up'!" Alan cheekily asked, sporting an innocent angelic smile, as if he was wondering why the need for such a hasty exit.

"I'd guarantee it!" Gordon sniggered, unheard by everyone else, though Tin-Tin was casting them disapproving looks, sure they were up to something. "Hey Scott….fancy a game of chess!" the loveable rogue called out, causing the two jokers to snigger more at seeing their eldest brother practically break into a run, as they disappeared into the hallway.

At last the door slid closed behind them, cocooning them in their own private little world. At last they were alone. Scott initiated the security lock-down, insuring their privacy and that there would be no unwelcome visitors, especially irritating younger brothers. It would only be by his voice command alone that anyone could enter and he was not about to give it, anytime soon, making her feel so totally safe and protected.

Scott watched her now with delighted pleasure as she surveyed her surroundings appreciatively, casting her eye over his chic décor and exquisite good taste in the fine arts he had collected over the years. Now that he had her here it was all he could do to stop himself ripping off her clothes and taking her right there and then in a frenzy of lustful, hot sex. He was finding it quite an erotic thrill to know he would finally take her, here in his domain, in his bed.

He had waited so long for her that his body groaned and ached to have her but he closed his eyes to the thought, compelling his body to wait, control himself and he was good at that; control. He wanted this to last, to savour the moment and draw out this time together for as long as agonisingly possible; the frenzy of hot and lustful sex would come later, he knew that, when his body would loose control in its search for his ultimate rush but first there would be the foreplay, lots and lots of foreplay.

'Is there anything I can for you, Scott…..anything that would please you?' the sultry tones of his computer-generated voice crooned, having sensed his presence in the room.

Jenna eyed him wryly, arching her brows in a challenge that said, 'I just can't wait to hear this!' which he found decidedly amusing, causing him to break out in that devastating boyish grin of his that made her feel weak.

"Yeah….give me some music….mood music," Scott instructed, watching her with teasing eyes.

'What mood are you in, Scott?' the sultry voice asked. Being the computer that 'she' was, 'she' needed precise details to be able to give him exactly what he wanted, though somehow, 'she' also seemed to have the ability that desired to please.

"I guess…I'm in the mood for love….some serious lovemaking," Scott replied, keeping his seductive gaze fixed firmly on the object of his desire and wrinkling his nose in a little gesture that she found unbelievably sexy, causing the tingle of electric shock to run down through her body at his words, in anticipation of what was to come.

As his instructions were carried out, the slow, seductive strains of appropriate music wafted through the room. 'Will that be all, Scott….is there anything else I can do to please you?' the sultry voice requested.

"No….nothing else. I've got everything I need right here," he replied seductively, practically undressing her with his eyes.

He watched now with wide-eyed excitement, the fire of his arousal taking hold, as Jenna sashayed towards him, keeping her gaze firmly fixed on him. Teasingly, she walked around him, trailing her fingers along the back of his neck then down his throat and over his hard, muscular chest, lingering for just a moment where his shirt lay open, revealing a tantalising glimpse of the dark chest hair she knew lay hidden beneath.

"Is there anything…I…can do for you….Scott! Anything that would please you!" she teased in mockingly sultry tones that dripped all over him like warm honey, sending shock waves down his spine and surpassing that of any computer generated voice.

"Oh yeah lady…..you know there is," Scott groaned with anticipated pleasure, his heart pounding hard in his chest.

As if to tease him further she turned her back on him and made to walk away but he wasn't having it. He reached out and with his strong arms, encircled her waist, pulling her back tight against himself and began swaying their hips in time to the hypnotic and sensual rhythm of the music. Immediately she ran her hands along the arms that held her and over the back of his hands, to entwine her fingers with his, the cuffs of his shirt being turned back just enough to allow her the feel of the dark body hair that adorned his forearms, which she had to admit she found an immense turn-on.

The fire of passion burned brightly and he longed for his already hardened arousal to be freed from its confinement of clothing. She sighed contentedly as he buried his face in the recess of her neck and started planting kisses on her soft skin.

"Scott….," she sighed contentedly, reaching a hand back to hold his face, as she half turned and stroked her face along his other cheek. Her eyes closed in ecstasy at feeling his warm breath, as he nuzzled her ear.

"Hmmm," he sighed dreamily, continuing to nuzzle and nibble at her ear while breathing in her scent.

"There…won't be….any more…..interruptions….will there?" she breathed equally as dreamy, feeling she was being transported to another time and place by his expertly sensual touch that created an ache for him deep in her body.

"No babe…..no more interruptions. I don't care if the world falls down around us……this time it's just you and me. This time….I'm gonna take us to heaven," Scott whispered huskily, continuing to sway her body against his in time to the music. And he would too; she knew that for sure.

Continuing to rotate his hips in sexy rhythm with her and with one arm still wrapped firmly round her waist, he took the back of her other hand, lifted her arm and placed her hand on the back of his head, for her to run her fingers through his hair, as his kisses on her neck grew more needy. He then trailed the backs of his fingers sensuously down over every curve of her body, lingering over her now heaving breasts before continuing on their journey.

She moaned softly at his touch. This was the most erotic dance she had ever enjoyed for he was a master in the art of seduction, sensuality personified and the fire of her excitement grew, knowing this was only the beginning.

Reaching his hand down further, Jenna drew in an audible breath, as his fingers came in contact with her bare skin and even more so when he drew his hand slowly back up her inner thigh, pushing under her uniform dress, to go all the way to the top, his fingers trailing into her groin. It gave him intense pleasure when he felt her grip his hair, knowing he was doing it for her, knowing he was creating a want for him. It also gave him intense pleasure to be, once more, able to use his left hand to caress and massage her soft and yielding flesh, taking his time to enjoy what it was doing for them both. He let out a groan from somewhere deep in his throat, a deep groan of sheer contentment.

Almost reluctantly he withdrew his hand and moments later she felt the buttons of her uniform dress being undone, slowly and deliberately. Slowly Scott slipped, first one side of her dress then the other over her arms, until it fell to the floor, tracking soft kisses all the way along her shoulders. His arousal grew as he took in the sight of her; honey gold skin, smooth and perfect, in black, lacy underwear, consisting of nothing more than a lacy, see-through bra and matching thong. He groaned appreciatively, his arousal throbbing and pulsating with anticipated pleasure, still longing to be free.

Jenna sighed deeply as he released her from the confines of her upper garment, returning her hand to continue to stroke the back of his head and she drew in another gasp of breath when she felt, at last, his strong, yet sensitive, hands cup her breasts. She filled and swelled at his touch, moaning softly when he began to sensually massage and caress them as though they were precious objects, while at the same time he continued to sway them in time to the music and nuzzle her ear with his hot mouth. Sensations, she could only describe as like electric shocks, shot through her body when he started to rotate his thumbs around her highly sensitive zones of pleasure then stroke them, creating an ache in her so deep she longed for him to be inside her, to fill her.

He found it quite an erotic thrill to watch what he was doing and she felt so good, he let out another deep, throaty groan of intense satisfaction. There would be a lot of moaning and groaning in these lovemaking sessions, of that he was sure.

With one hand continuing to sensually massage her breast, his other snaked its way slowly down her body, over a firm, flat tummy and slipped under the black lace of her thong. She drew in another breath and gripped his head as his adventurous fingers began to explore and boy, did he have adventurous fingers! He soon found what he was looking for. She moaned and writhed sensuously against him and for that he rewarded her by softly stroking her with an easy, rhythmic motion, periodically changing to rotating his fingers around on her. He groaned with deep primal, erotic pleasure at what it was doing for her and what it was doing to him.

"No…Scott……oh noooo…..," she moaned, the hot rush sweeping over her almost more than she could bare, wanting him and needing him so badly. He so knew what he was doing, so knew how to play her body.

"Yes, Scott….yes….," he huskily whispered as he nuzzled her ear, for somehow, he just didn't quite believe her. He then pressed just that little bit deeper and stroked a little bit harder.

Scott Tracy was one bad boy, one very bad boy indeed!

Author's Note: The paragraph within the lunch table scene, referring to Jenna encouraging Scott to take the dishes to help with his co-ordination, was an idea belonging to my Medical Advisor and friend, FellowRiverrat, to whom I will always be eternally grateful.