Once again - MANY THANKS to Karen, she's the bestest beta ever, and Vasalysa - who showed me the dark side!

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Coming into the kitchen once he was showered and dressed, he looked aghast at what the boys were eating. Sitting in their highchairs, they were tucking in happily.

"What on earth is that?" he asked.

"Good old Scots porridge." Dill informed him with a grin. "With plenty of milk. After all, these boys have got to grow up big and strong like daddy."

"Ummm, are you expecting me to eat that too?" he asked tentatively, sitting himself down at the table between the boys.

"Don't sit there." Dill warned him. "Not unless you want another shower. Porridge is a bugger to get out of your hair. And don't panic, I knew you wouldn't eat it." she said, putting a plate in front of him after he'd changed his seat to a less dangerous one. "Here, I made you eggs and bacon, with plenty of toast. There's more coffee in the pot, if you want it. Now I'm off to use the shower. Don't let them out of their chairs without wiping their hands and faces first." she added, disappearing out the door.

By the time Dill got back, Ty had washed the dishes she'd used, cleaned up the boys and made her some breakfast.

"Here you go." he said, laying a plate in front of her. "I broke the eggs, so you've got scrambled." he said, kissing her forehead.

"And to think Amy said you were useless around the house." Dill giggled, tucking in eagerly to her breakfast. "What have you done with the boys?"

"Your mother came in while you where in the shower. She wanted to know if there was anything she could do to help for this afternoon." Ty smirked. "I asked her to take the little guys for a while, so we could put up the stuff we bought them without them getting in the way."

"You crafty so and so." Dill chuckled. "It won't take us long to put that together. It's only that climbing frame thingy that'll cause problems, I'll bet."

He came to stand behind her, his hands on her shoulders. Bending down, he said in a low voice, "Eat up. We'll get the stuff put together and then... well... I can think of a way to occupy ourselves until Moira brings the boys back."

Leaning her head back into his stomach and looking up at him, she smiled. "You know, I have only one gripe with that." At his raised eyebrow, she winked. "Let's occupy ourselves first, and then put the equipment up!"

"Bad girl!" he chided her. "We have to get it up." Ty sighed at her giggle. "Stop that. You know what I mean. Come on, Dill - be serious. It's the boys' birthday. We have to get their presents sorted before everyone comes over this afternoon. The sooner we get started, the sooner we'll be finished."

"Oh, ok, you spoil sport." she groaned, finishing her breakfast. "I'm ready. Let's get to it, soldier!"

They spent the next couple of hours assembling the toddler climbing-frame that McQueen had decided the boys needed - putting together the slide, trying to keep the collapsible tunnel from collapsing, filling the sand tray and tying themselves in knots with the bungee ropes on the toddler sized trampoline. Eventually they were done, Dill still laughing about the fact that in the end it had been her simple granny knot, and not one of his fancy knots, that had stopped the bungee ropes pulling free.

"I must have been mad letting you choose their birthday presents." she said, looking about her. "It looks like an assault course. Starting their marine training a bit young, aren't you?"

"They can never start too young." he whispered in her ear, pulling her close to him as he stood back to view their handiwork.

"So next year its M-590's, is it?" she smiled.

"No." Ty said seriously. "They have to be taller than the actual gun before they get those." He glanced at his watch. "What do you think? Do we have time for a little exercise ourselves before your mother brings the boys back?"

"I don't know. That damn trampoline took longer than expected. What's the time?" she asked, pulling his shirt out of his jeans and sliding her hands up his bare back.

"11:30." He whimpered as her hands slid down and under the waistband of his jeans, squeezing his butt.

"Damn! Dad's bringing the cake at 12. We better not risk it." Dill took her hands out of his jeans. Giving him a slap on the behind, she headed for the house. "Come on, we have sandwiches to make. You butter and I'll fill.

"So who's coming, apart from Moira and Thomas?" Ty asked, as Dill put the finishing touches to several plates of bite sized sandwiches.

"Iona, of course. She's back. Apparently she had a 'very nice time' with Hawkes." Dill grinned at him. "And some of the children from the crèche. After all, when I'm working, that's where the boys spend their time." She noted his frown. "What?"

"Do you have to leave them there?" he asked.

"Well, I can't leave then home alone Ty, can I?" she smiled, emptying a packet of garishly coloured cookies onto a plate.

"Why don't you stay at home with them, Dill?"

She stopped what she was doing and stared at him. "What? Are you telling me you don't like me working? I only work in the mornings since I had the boys, Ty. I have to feed us some how." As soon as she'd said it, she knew it was the wrong thing to say. His face fell.

"I send you money, Dill. Is it not enough? You should have told me."

"Ty, it's enough. Honestly." She wrapped her arms around him. "I just feel uncomfortable taking money from you, so it's still in the bank." she admitted.

"Why? You're my family, Dill. You and the boys. You're my wife, for gods' sake. I'm supposed to support you. Don't you want me to?"

"Of course I do. I just feel… well, I feel… I'd feel like I was living off you and not contributing in any way." At his hurt look she carried on quickly. "I know how that sounds. And before you say it, yes, I know I'm bringing the boys up alone essentially. Or at least until this war ends and you get reassigned home. I know that's my contribution. I do appreciate the money you send, Ty, but I need to work. I need it for me, just like we both know you need the corps. Well, I need something too. Please don't ask me to stay at home all day with the boys. Much as I love them, it'd drive me mad." She looked up into his eyes. "I love you, and I love them. But until this war is over and I get you home at the end of every day, I need to work."

"Ok." he whispered. "I understand. But please, Dill… the money I send is for you to spend on whatever you guys need. So please use it, and then I won't have to worry that you're going without anything while I'm not here." He kissed her forehead. "I worry about you enough as it is."

"Sorry - am I disturbing you?" came her father's voice from the door.

Turning, Dill smiled at him. "No, we were just talking. So where's this delicious cake you promised me?"

"One minute." Thomas grinned. "I hope you like it. I rarely get to use my cake decorating skills." He backed into the kitchen carrying a large white cake box, which he placed on the table. "Ok, close your eyes, both of you. No looking until I say so."

Dill smiled at McQueen, who shrugged his shoulders. They both closed their eyes. They could hear her father chuckling to himself as he did whatever he was doing.

"Ok, you can open them now." Thomas told them.

There on the table sat two miniature hammerheads. Bending down to look at them, McQueen laughed out loud. "Look, Dill. See what it says."

Dill read the words on the cockpit of the hammerhead nearest to her. "Lt. Cameron McQueen." she smiled. "Oh dad, that's lovely!"

"This one says Lt. Hamish McQueen. Thomas, thank you. They're perfect." McQueen said with a smile.

"I made a few nibbles for the adults too." he told them, disappearing out the door. He came back with two trays of canapés and some petite fours.

"Blimey, dad!" Dill exclaimed. "You went to town a bit. "

"Well, I so rarely actually get to cook real food. And to be honest, I love to cook. Don't tell her I told you, but while you were away, I cooked for your mother most evenings." Thomas grinned. "We're getting along a lot better now." He looked over at Dill's plates of food. "I can see you didn't inherit my cooking skills."

"Hey now!" McQueen chided. "Dill cooks just fine. But these are for the kids, not the adults." He popped one of the cookies in his mouth and grimaced. "Thank god!"

"So, when is everyone coming? And what do you plan to do with us all?" her father asked.

"Well, I think we'll start with a cold beer, don't you?" Ty asked with a grin, as he headed to the fridge.

"Ty! It's only just past 12." Dill scolded, she turned to her father. "I'm going to put the chairs and table in the garden. I think with the garden furniture that should be enough for all of us. The children can eat picnic style, on a rug on the grass. Not that they'll eat much anyway - they'll be far too busy with the assault course out there."

"I saw it." Thomas smiled, taking a beer from McQueen. "That's what you two got them, is it?"

"Yes, it is." McQueen told him. "Hamish needs something to burn off that energy, and with the summer almost here, no doubt it'll all get a lot of use."

"Ok, you two boozers." Dill grinned. "Stop gassing and help me move this table outside. The party starts at 13:00, and I'll tell you something - I'll be glad to get it over with. I'm exhausted already! And after the tables, I have balloons with your names on. I hope you both have plenty of puff!"

"Yes ma'am!" both men chorused, raising their beer bottles.

The party over, the children gone home with their parents, and the birthday boys napping in their cots, Dill sat snuggled up to McQueen on one sofa, while Iona and Moira sat on the other and her father sat on the floor. All of them clutched glasses of wine as though their lives depended on it.

"Well, Dill, I'd say that was a success." her mother told her. "Hectic, but a success."

"Hectic? You can say that again! And who the hell invited all those people?" Dill looked at her mother. "That was you, wasn't it? I know exactly who I invited, mother! What on earth were you doing? Showing off your grandchildren? Though I got the feeling you were showing off Ty, too!" She eyed her mother suspiciously.

"I wasn't showing off anyone!" Moira protested. "But Dill, there were people you should have invited, but didn't. So I did it for you."

"Mother! It was my boys' first birthday! Not some cocktail party for your friends! Some of whom, I might add, made some rather rude remarks about my choice of husband." She snuggled closer to McQueen, as he put his arm around her. "I told them to mind their own business, so you might be short a friend or two tomorrow." she grinned.

"So," Iona spoke up, "who invited the film crew? Honestly, TC - I thought you were going to explode when you saw that man." She laughed. "I'd say he owes his life to Cameron. If he hadn't toddled over to be picked up, I swear we'd be burying a body now."

"I can just see it, can't you?" Dill giggled. "We stash the body in the wood shed, and wait until dark. Dad and Ty carry the body, wrapped in an old blanket, to the car, and then I drive them up the mountain, where they bury the body!"

Thomas and McQueen both laughed at the image.

"And when the police and the military come sniffing around, we put on the thick highland accents, pretend we only speak the Gaelic, and make them think we're the cast of 'The Wicker Man'" Moira tittered.

"And you know what happened to Edward Woodward in that. They'd run screaming!" Iona laughed so hard, tears fell.

At the sight of Iona laughing so hard, Dill began to giggle harder. Soon the two women were crying with laughter, while McQueen and Thomas looked at each other, bemused. McQueen held Dill as she lay, head his lap, convulsed with laughter.

"This film is funny, why?" Thomas asked.

"Oh, it's not funny." Moira told him, chuckling at the sight of Dill trying desperately to stop laughing, wiping her tears away. "Far from it. It's about a policeman who goes to a remote Scottish island to investigate the disappearance of a young girl. The islanders are an odd bunch with a cultist religion. The policeman ends up being burned alive as a sacrifice, in a huge wicker man."

"Sounds…uh…great." McQueen grinned. He stroked Dill's hair as she fought to control her breathing. He'd never seen her laughing so hard before, and it surprised and delighted him that she could let go so completely. "Mind you, you're right about Cameron. At the very least he saved that jerk from a bloody nose."

"So who did invite them?" Thomas asked seriously.

"If it was you, mother, I swear I'll never talk to you again! Do you know what that imbecile said to me?" Dill gasped as she sat up, still wiping her eyes. "He asked me how someone like me, who belongs to… hang on, let me get the exact words… who belongs to 'Scotland's answer to the Amish', managed to marry such a famous tank? Didn't marrying a soldier breach our religious views? And did we have a special ceremony?"

"Sounds about right." McQueen frowned. "Apparently they want to do a follow up to the documentary they made about invitro's in the military a few years ago. Me and Hawkes were in it. He had most of his facts wrong then, too."

"He asked me if I thought Dill would give him an interview, with the children present, so that everyone could see that it was possible for tanks. That's how he put it, I swear. 'To show that tanks are like normal human beings - that they can have families too'." Iona said, shaking her head.

"What did you tell him?" Dill asked, curious now.

"I told him to get himself and his film crew out of here before TC saw them. I don't think he expected TC to be here."

"No. He probably thought he could persuade Dill to talk to him, show off the boys, and allow him to film her. When he found out I was here, he knew he wouldn't stand a chance."

McQueen said, sipping his wine. "The guy is a slime bag out to make a fast buck." His disgust showed in his voice.

"At your expense, my love." Dill stroked his cheek. "I hope you know I would have sent him packing if he'd turned up when you weren't here."

"Of course I do." he smiled, taking her hand and kissing it. "But how did he know? Our marriage is public record, but how did he know where to look for you?" The entire group turned to look at Moira.

"It wasn't me, I swear! How would I know about this film thingy anyway? I don't have a TV! I would never do that to those boys, Dill. You know that." Moira sounded horrified at the idea.

"So how the bloody hell did they find out then?" Dill asked, totally mystified. Her face draining of colour as she turned to McQueen. "You don't think Amy set them onto us, do you?"

"Amy? Why would she do that?" he asked, frowning.

"How about because I broke her nose?" Dill said in a low voice. "And she was so mad at you that she nearly killed you."

"Dill's exaggerating." Ty told the others, seeing their shocked faces.

"Excuse me, but being laid flat out and stopping breathing qualifies as being nearly killed to me!" Dill exclaimed, angry at the mere memory. "If those paramedics hadn't been there, you might have died!"

"But I didn't, did I?" he told her. "And I really don't see it as being Amy's style." McQueen hugged her close. "Let's not worry about it. They came. I threw them out and told them not to pester you again. That's it. Done."

Anything Dill might have said was drowned out by the howls coming from the boy's room. Dill and Ty both leapt to their feet and ran from the room.

Moira looked at the others. "I think that's our cue to leave, don't you?"

"Sounds like one of the boys has hurt himself" Thomas said, concerned.

"Sounds like Hamish. Probably got bitten by Cameron for pulling his hair again!" Moira shook her head. "That poor boy will never have any hair, the way Hamish yanks it out by the handful" Taking his arm, she pulled Thomas up to his feet. "Come on, let's leave them in peace. They don't have long left before he has to go again."

"You know…" Iona said thoughtfully, "their wedding anniversary is only a week away." She looked at Thomas. "The boys were, 5… 6 days old? I think we should do something for them. Something to make it special."

"You're right." Thomas nodded. He thought for a moment. "Hell, it's the day before we have to head back. Mmmmm, we should do something."

"Right then, let's go back to my place and start planning." Moira told them. "One thing though - no surprises. Dill hates surprises. Do you remember that surprise birthday party we threw for her 18th, Iona? "

"Oh god, yes!" Iona cried. "She took one look and ran. It was a great party, but she missed the whole thing!"

They called out goodbye as they left. Dill emerged with a purple screaming Cameron in her arms. "Picked your time to leave perfectly." she smiled. "He's ok. Just lost a lot more hair. My poor boy." she whispered to him, rubbing his head. "Say bye-bye to grandma and grandpa, and to Iona too."

To the delight of them all he did.

Later that week, Dill, Ty and the boys returned from a day out together. Dill had wanted to take him to Culloden for quite some time, knowing that he would appreciate the poignancy of it. He'd listened carefully and asked endless questions of the guide, who'd taken great delight in answering someone who seemed to understand the military side of it. The boys, however, had just taken delight in being allowed to roam free amongst the heathers and gorse, only occasionally coming to their father for a cuddle. They'd stopped on the way home for a picnic lunch and had generally had a good day. The boys were ready for their dinner and their beds, and Ty and Dill ready for the meal that Thomas was cooking them, in honor of their first wedding anniversary. Both of them were trying to hide from the other how excited about that fact they really were.

"Come on, my love." Dill said, taking Cameron from his car seat. "Let's see if any of those lovely smells grandpa's got going in there are for your dinner."

Heading into the kitchen, she smiled at her father. "So dad, something smells yummy. I don't suppose there's anything here for the boys, is there?"

"My stomach is growling already." Ty exclaimed from the door, holding Hamish's hand as the toddler came into the kitchen. "Are we allowed to know what you're cooking?"

"No." Thomas frowned at him. "And yes, Dill, I cooked for the boys. I hope they eat pasta?"

"Oh, they eat almost anything dad, but pasta is probably Hamish's favourite. He'd eat it plain." Dill nodded.

"Well, pop them into their chairs and I'll feed them. You two go and put your feet up." Thomas smiled.

"Thanks Thomas, but I want to feed them." Ty said with a blush. "I enjoy it, and well… we have to leave early tomorrow. It'll be my last chance for who knows how long."

"While you two fight it out, I'll just pop my boy in here," Dill said, putting Cameron in his chair, "and go and have myself a nice bath. And when I'm done, I'll run one for the boys." She kissed her father, Ty, and the boys, before disappearing in the direction of the bathroom.

Half an hour later Ty crept in through the bathroom door. "Room in there for me?" he smirked.

"I thought you were feeding the boys?" she smiled, moving up as he quickly shed his clothes and got in with her.

"Your mother arrived. They've nearly finished anyway. She said she'd take them into the garden till their bath is ready." he told her, reaching to pull her onto his lap and kissing the back of her neck. "You taste so good." he whispered, reaching around her to stroke her breast.

"Ty, this bath is not big enough for what's on your mind." she giggled, wriggling on his lap, deliberately rubbing herself on his groin, and feeling his hardening cock.

"Only one way to find out." he whispered, trying to turn her around so she faced him.

With a bit of repositioning, he soon had her where he wanted her, on his lap, rubbing against his by now hard cock. One hand held her steady while the other disappeared beneath the bubbles to rub at her core. As he sucked on her breast, making her groan his name, she leant back into his hand. Her own gently stroking his erection, her thumb rubbing the tip gently, but enough to make him gasp as he suckled. Her other hand slowly crept up his back to his neck, slowly but surely finding it's way to his navel. He bucked hard as her finger stroked across it, sending fire through his veins.

"Dill!" he moaned. "That's not fair…" he gasped as she did it again. Lifting her, he positioned her on his erection, thrusting upwards as she slid down, making them both cry out so loudly that her father knocked on the door to see if they were alright.

"We're fine dad." Dill called, rubbing Ty's navel again as he bit his lip to stop from crying out again. Taking advantage, she bent her head to lick and suckle on his nipples, nipping them and rubbing them with her thumb, all the while maintaining a gentle rhythm as she moved up and down his cock.

"Dill," he groaned, "this is no good. This bath is tiny. We need a bigger one. Out now. I want you badly and I don't have much time. If you keep doing that to my navel, I'm going to come any minute."

Dill climbed off him and got out of the bath. She spread a few towels on the tiled floor and pulled him down on top of her. "Come on, flyboy, before my dad comes back to catch us!"

"I feel like we're doing something forbidden." he chuckled, thrusting inside her, moving fast and furiously as she wrapped her legs around him, gripping his shoulders and thrusting her hips upwards.

"Oh Ty!" she cried out as his fast thrusts rubbed her little nub, stimulating her further, making her buck wildly as she tried to push him deeper inside her.

His head buried in her neck, he almost screamed as she licked his navel and then ran her tongue around the edge before gently dipping it into the centre, and sucking gently on it. Fire raged through his body as he pumped her for all he was worth, collapsing by her side after her muscles clenching around his cock dragged him over the edge, and he filled her, feeling her fluids join his inside her.

"That money you refuse to spend. As your husband I demand that you buy a bigger bath with it!" he gasped.

Ten minutes later they had the boys in the bath. McQueen, having fetched them from the garden, had blushed at the raised eyebrows and knowing smiles of Moira and Thomas.

"Thomas says dinner will be ready as soon as the boys are in bed." he told Dill as she scrubbed at Hamish with a flannel. "Apparently Iona sent over a movie for us to watch, too."

"Oh my! I dread to think what that might be. I think you better prepare yourself for some ancient old chick flick." Dill told him.

"Chick flick?"

"Yes. You know, some sappy love story with a mushy ending. Probably leaving… well, me, at least," she smiled at him, "reaching for the tissues." Dill laughed loudly at his expression of horror. "We don't have to watch it. I'm sure we could find some other way to spend the evening."

"I'm sure we could think of something." he smirked in agreement. "Here, let me take Hamish. He looks about ready to fall asleep there." Wrapping the toddler in a towel, he headed off to the bedroom with him, Dill following with Cameron.

Dill emerged a few minutes later and headed into the kitchen. "Well, Ty's putting the boys down, so give him 10 minutes or so and we'll be ready." she told her father. Looking about, she asked, "Where's my table?"

"I rearranged the furniture in the living room. It's in there, and much more romantic." he said. "Your mother's got a fire going, and laid the table."

He took her in his arms and hugged her. "We want this to be special for you, Dylan. It's your first wedding anniversary, and you actually get to spend it together. Make the most of it - next year may well be very different."

"Oh, I intend to, dad." Dill smiled, hugging him back. "Thank you." she whispered. "Thank you for doing this for us. And thank you for being here, for still being alive when I came looking for you. Thank you for wanting to meet me." She buried her head in his chest, unable to stop herself sobbing.

Thomas held her close until he could feel her sobs stopping. "Come on, Dill." he whispered. "TC doesn't want to see a sad face tonight. He needs to see that happy smiling face he loves so much. That's gonna be one depressed colonel I'll be travelling back with tomorrow. You need to make sure he's happy tonight." He held her out to look in her eyes. "I'd say you already started." He grinned, chuckling at her blush. "Come on, it sounds like TC's out of the boys room. Let's get you two settled and I'll leave you in peace."

He herded them into the living room and sat them down at the table, lighting the candles Moira had placed there. He grinned at the way both of them blushed.

"For starters you have mussels. I was going to do you oysters, but Iona told me you don't like them, Dill?" he said.

"Ooh no, they taste slimy and rubbery!" Dill wrinkled her nose.

"Well, you have mussels with a tomato and chilli sauce. I hope you enjoy them." Thomas chuckled

"Oh yes, I adore mussels." she grinned.

"What about you, TC? Are you ok with mussels?" Thomas asked.

"Oh, don't worry about him." Dill giggled. "He's a marine - he'd eat worms if you put them in front of him!"

"I would not!" McQueen exclaimed. "Not if there are mussels instead."

Laughing, Thomas went to fetch their food.

"Worms indeed!" McQueen grinned at her, one socked foot running up and down her leg. "Seriously though, Dill - I want you to know how much I love you."

"I know, Ty." she said quietly. "I'm going to miss you so much, because I love you too."

"Now, now." her father said, reappearing with two plates of steaming food. "No long faces tonight. It's the law." He put the plates in front of them with a flourish. "Yell when you're ready for the next course."

Sniffing, Dill grinned wickedly. "My word, these smell fabulous. But are you sure you didn't put added worms in his?"

With a chuckle Thomas left them alone, and they tucked in, both realising how hungry they were. When they finished, McQueen spoke.

"Well, we put that away fast. Your lips are blue!" He grinned as she looked up.

"So are yours." she giggled. "Before we call for the next round, I have a present for you. Wait here. I'll go get it." She got up and dashed out of the room. When she came back, she placed a small velvet box in front of him. "Happy Anniversary, Ty."

He pulled her down onto his lap as he opened the box. Inside was a ring - a single band of platinum.

"You don't have a wedding ring, so when I saw this, I thought of you. It matches your hair." she whispered.

Picking it up, he inspected it closely. "It's engraved." he said. "What's it say?"

"Constant and Faithful, the clan motto."

"It's perfect." he told her, slipping it on to his finger. "It fits, too. I love you, Dylan McQueen."

He kissed her, letting her feel how much he loved her as the kiss deepened and his tongue found its way into her mouth. Dill responded eagerly, turning around so that she sat on his lap facing him, grinding her hips into his. When they came up for air, he smiled at her.

"I have a present for you, too."

"I can feel it." she giggled.

"Not that." he chuckled. "Off you get. Let me go get it." Ty patted her bottom as she climbed off his lap. "Come on. Thomas'll be back in a minute. Let me get it now."

He disappeared out the door as she sat back down in her seat. Coming back in, he knelt by her chair and put a small box on the table in front of her. Her eyebrows rose. "If that's a ring… well, that's spooky." she said.

"It's not a ring." Ty said. "Open it and see. Happy Anniversary, Mrs McQueen."

Opening the box slowly, her face lit into a huge grin. A pair of star shaped diamond and sapphire earrings looked back at her. "Ty, they're beautiful!" she cried, turning to kiss him. "Thank you!"

"The sapphires match your eyes." he told her. "And when I saw they were stars… well, I had to buy them. It was fate. They're studs too, so the boys can't pull them out."

"Oh god, Ty." she said mournfully, leaning her forehead against his. "What am I going to do when you're gone?"

"The same as me, my love… watch the discs, read the letters, and look at the photos. At least you have the boys to keep you going." He sighed.

"And you have the 58th." she told him.

"I'd rather have you guys…"

Her father interrupted him. "Ahem! Are you finished? Only I don't want the dinner ruined." he laughed.

Sitting back on his chair, McQueen smiled. "Yes, we're finished. That was lovely. Thank you."

"Oh yes, dad, that was wonderful. So what do we get next?" Dill asked.

"You get Chicken with Basil Butter and Pancetta." he smiled. "Your dessert is in the fridge. Once I've served you the chicken, I'm leaving so you can have some peace."

He took their bowls away, and came back with the chicken. "Ok guys, there's a chocolate chilli torte in the fridge, and plenty of cream. Enjoy, and I'll see you at 07:00 tomorrow."

They sat at the table enjoying the food and each others company through the main course. McQueen took the plates out once they'd finished. He came back holding a large bottle of champagne. "This was on the table, in an ice bucket, with a note. It's from Iona." he smiled.

"Crack it open. I love champagne. Almost as much as I love you." she giggled.

Opening it, he handed her a glass. "Do you want dessert now or later?"

"Ummm, later I think. What I want to do now is cuddle up with you, and watch this film Iona got for us. We can eat dessert later. Shame he didn't make a trifle!" she giggled.

Ty settled himself beside her on the sofa, and Dill handed him the remote. "Go on - you're the man. You do the technical stuff!"

"Is that all you want me for?" he tried to sound offended. "My ability to master the remote?"

"That, and that sexy body. And those blue, blue eyes I could drown in." she whispered. "And that damn sexy voice of yours, and those lovely pale feet, and the way you…."

"Ok, ok. I get the picture." he groaned. "Now sit nicely and watch the movie. Shame we don't have any popcorn."

"Aha! But we do!" Dill cried. "Let me up. I have some in the cupboard." She ran out of the room and came back with a bowl. "Sorry there's not much. And it's toffee popcorn."

"It's popcorn." he grinned. "Now lets see what this movie is." He zapped the screen with the remote.

"Oh, yes!" Dill cried. "The African Queen! I love this film!"

"Well, I haven't seen it, so hush up and let me watch it in peace." he told her, as she stretched out to watch the film, her head in his lap.

"Sir, yes sir!" she giggled. "More champagne please, husband of mine"

With a soft chuckle, he poured her another drink from the bottle he'd placed on the floor beside them. "There you go, wife of mine. Don't you go getting drunk now."

"As if I would." she protested lifting her head to carefully sip t her glass, "Watch the film - you'll like this one."

They sat, and then lay, on the sofa, slowly working their way through the film and the champagne, till both were finally finished.

"Do we have to get up?" Dill asked him, lying snuggled on top of him. "I'm so comfortable here. Can't we sleep out here tonight, just like this, snuggled on the sofa?"

"Off you get." he told her. "Come on, let's go to bed." He took her hand and led her from the room. "I don't intend sleeping much tonight, anyway."

"Is that a promise?" she whispered softly as he opened the bedroom door.

"Oh, yes." Ty turned and picked her up, carrying her across the room and laying her gently on the bed.

Climbing on with her, he knelt at her feet and began to slowly undress her. Holding her foot as he removed her sock, he gently ran his hand up her leg as far as her jeans would allow. He did the same on the other foot, and then leant forward to undo her jeans, stroking her stomach as he undid the zip. He slowly pulled them from her hips, his thumbs catching her underwear so that both were removed at the same time. Pulling them off, he began to kiss and lick his way up her legs, stopping to gently tease her with soft kisses to the inside of her thighs, followed by gentle strokes with his fingers. His thumbs climbing toward her hot wet centre, gently brushing against her hardened nub, making her gasp as she bucked her hips upwards.

Keeping one hand on her centre, he began to slide her shirt upwards until her breasts, in their white cotton bra, were revealed. He bent his head to suckle a nipple through the fabric, while his free hand undid the buttons. Her hands gripped the sheets as his fingers slipped slowly inside her and began to thrust, looking for just the right spot to make her come.

"Oh god, Ty." she moaned. "You're overdressed." Her hands released the sheets and began to tug his shirt over his head. Finding that it wouldn't come any further because of his arms, she giggled. "Take it off, Ty. Come on, get naked. Let me watch you undress."

He climbed off the bed, sucking his fingers with a smile, and proceeded to get undressed very slowly, taking his time with each piece of clothing, teasing her, until she cried out, "You're in the wrong job! You should have been a male stripper! Now hurry up - I needs you."

He finished undressing while Dill slipped out of her shirt and bra, and then he climbed back onto the bed. Kneeling between her legs, he gently slipped two fingers inside her and again began to thrust, matching his thrusts to the thrusts of his tongue in her mouth as he bent to kiss her, his free hand kneading her breasts. His thrusts became more forceful as he felt her tighten around his hand, her hands gripping his shoulders as she writhed and bucked under his thumbs assault on her clit. She screamed as she came, her body bucking hard. He waited for her to stop writhing and bent his head to lick her clean, kissing his way up her body afterwards, suckling on her breasts, licking and nipping at her collarbone, before finally kissing her mouth, letting her taste herself on him.

"You'll wake the boys if you scream like that again." he whispered.

"I blame you." she gasped. "If you were crap at this, we'd already be asleep by now!"

"So you think I'm good, eh?" he smiled.

"I know you're good." Dill told him, gently stroking his face. "Now lie back and let me make you feel good."

She pushed him onto his back, and he felt her hot breath on his neck as she straddled his thighs. Dill leaned forward to lick and suck on his ears, working her way down his throat and along his collarbone and back again, every so often adding a gentle nip, causing him to buck and his erection to rub against the soft skin of her belly.

Dill slowly began to touch him, one finger tracing around his nipples and around his chest, leaving trails of fire on his skin as he began moving under her, trying to get her finger to move lower towards his aching cock. Her finger began to trace its way around his body, this time followed by her tongue, as slowly, so slowly, she worked her way to his groin, making him moan with pleasure as she gripped his cock firmly and began to pump him. Her mouth clamped firmly over a nipple, sucking, licking and nipping until he was bucking wildly underneath her. Then she let go of his nipple and slid herself down his legs.

His eyes widened as he watched her slide a finger inside herself, making sure it was nice and wet, before firmly, but gently, sliding that finger into his anus. He gasped at the sensations of her fucking him with her finger while she pumped him firmly with her hand. When she replaced her hand with her mouth he almost bucked her off the bed. And when she found his prostate and massaged it, he groaned so loudly that he put a pillow over his head so as not to wake the boys. His body bucking wildly, he gripped the pillow like it was a lifeline and screamed into it as she brought him to a mind shattering orgasm as he fucked her mouth.

She gently stroked his twitching limbs as he slowly got his breathing under control. Pulling the pillow off his face, she grinned at him. "I was worried you'd suffocate yourself there for a minute."

"I'm fine." he whimpered, his breathing still fast and shallow.

"Are you sure?" she asked, concerned. "You sound like you're about to hyperventilate."

"I'm fine. Honest." he gasped. "Come here to me." He pulled her up to him and kissed her forehead. "And to think when I first fell for you, I thought you were a sweet, innocent little elf!"

"I am. You bring out the devil in me." Dill reached down to stroke him, feeling him move under her hand. "Feels to me like you're ready to go again. Is the rest of you as able?"

"God, Dill, how do you do it?" he chuckled. "You give me a run for my money, that's for sure."

"Come on then, flyboy. Ready for the next round?"

"Hell, yes!"

He rolled over so that Dill was underneath him, and slowly began to lick his way down her body to her clit, sucking and licking her until she was pushing his head into her, her hips pushing upwards. Then he moved upwards, firmly applying his mouth to her breast, suckling hard, as he thrust himself inside her, pulling her legs up around him to thrust as deeply as he could.

Building his pace, he began to thrust faster and faster as she urged him on, her hips thrusting to meet his, until he could feel her muscles tightening around him. Her body quivered and started to shudder as her orgasm came upon her. She screamed into his neck as he nuzzled his head down, pumping her harder… deeper… faster… to bring her over the edge. He could feel her scream on his navel, her tongue brushing across it, her breath hot as she screamed. The feeling sent fire through his veins and his own orgasm burst within him, and he filled her deeply with his hot semen.

Collapsing on top of her, he felt her hands kneading his shoulders, stroking his back, squeezing his buttocks. He felt her breath as she whispered in his ear, her tongue gently flicking inside his navel, making him shudder as he began to feel his body responding again.

She held him tightly, her tongue licking around his navel, dipping inside it, flicking across it, all the while the fire in his veins sent him wild as he tried to free himself from her, to thrust himself inside her again. She kept up her assault on his navel until he could barely think straight. He was moaning loudly, his body fighting against her, desperate to be free, to buck and writhe under the sensations she was creating. Finally, when he thought she'd never let him go, she released him, and he thrust inside her mercilessly, his only desire to fuck her, and fuck her hard.

He pounded away at her, knowing only that he was going to come and that it would be soon. His body jerked as he felt her fingers rubbing his navel. He dipped his head and her tongue replaced her fingers. His thrusts became more wild and erratic as he lost control completely, and screaming, collapsed on top of her, his body still bucking as he spilled himself inside her again.

When he opened his eyes, he was lying on his back and Dill was wiping him down with a wet flannel.

"God Dill, what the hell did you do to me?" he wheezed.

"Something I've wanted to do ever since I found out how that navel of yours affects you." she smiled. "Only what I'd really like to do is take you all the way. But you were struggling so hard I thought you might hurt yourself. Next time you're home, I'm going to, even if it means I have to tie you down to do it!" she grinned.

"Just make sure your mother has the boys. How in the hell they slept through that, I don't know."

"You were making rather a lot of noise." she giggled. "I bet they could hear you in Fort Augustus! Imagine! There are tourists who are gonna go home convinced they heard Nessie."

"Oh, come on." he chided. "I wasn't that loud!"

"I think that you were." she giggled, leaning forward to kiss him. "How do you feel? You lost it a bit at the end there."

"Exhausted." he admitted. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"No, my love, you didn't hurt me at all. I'm half tank, remember."

"I remember." he whispered, pulling her down into his arms. "Come here and sleep with me."

"Of course." she smiled. Throwing the flannel to the floor, she dragged the duvet up from the end of the bed and pulled it around them. "Go to sleep, Ty."

"Yes Dill." he mumbled, as sleep overtook him anyway.

She snuggled down, his arm around her, and smiling at the smile on his face, slept herself.

The following morning at 07:30, she watched him waving goodbye as he sat in the car with her father and drove away. The boys, one on each hip, waved frantically at him and called after him. She took them inside, sat them in their highchairs and cried into the porridge she was making them. The boys, realising something was wrong, soon joined her, and together the three of them sat around the table crying themselves into a frenzy. Finally Dill, pulling herself together, calmed them down, and taking deep breaths, settled herself back into her old routine, the one she had before Ty had come home.

Fin.

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