The WPG guys came back out with their keys for a Jeep, the
two NSA agents gave their well wishes to everyone and headed for
their Falcon and our guys started walking slowly back to their Jeep
out on the road.
        Kit mildly scolded the girls again about not following his orders
of driving to the farm, but Jess bumped his hip and sassed, "hey...
orders change," and Cincy, walking with them, gave a quiet laugh.
        "Well, Jeezuz, Jessy..." BR let loose, "it could have all gone the
other way...you too, Flee...."
        "O, stick around, 'Bur'," Buz ribbed, "you'll figure out who's
really running this world."
        The girls tittered, then Jess razzed, "Ooo, I can't wait to tell the
folks about all the excitement, how 'bout you, Flee?"
        "Wait a minute..." Kit stopped everyone, and turned to Cincy,
who was heading on to his car, "are there going to be more attacks?"
        "You know as much as I do," the old man answered, still
walking, "but...uh, you might want to have your ship checked out for
explosives before you take it again."
        "Aw, man...hey!..how do we get hold of you...?" Kit asked.
        "Why would you want to?" Cincy came back.
        "Well...to invite you up to Alaska...I don't know..." and Kit was
getting a little agitated at Cincy's evasiveness.
        The old agent smiled, "I'll see you up there sometime." And he
got to his car and waved with one more look at Jess.
        "I wish you'd come to the farm," Jessy called to him.
        "I've got a wife at home," he said back.
        "Bring 'er!" she tried.
        "Thanks...but it's...kind of late," and opened his door, smiling
back at her, though they were in too much dark to see.
        "Uh, yeah...uh, Cincy..." Jess returned, "...what's your name?...
So I can tell grampa."
        "Cincy's good."
        "You named us 'Deepheart', didn't ya?" she kept trying.
        "Let me go home or I'll change it," he answered and evoked
some chuckles from the others.
        Jess thanked him once more and he got in his car, pulled out
and turned around in the road within seconds, then gave them one
short honk as he drove off.
        "Damn," Kit and Jess quietly said together, then they all piled
into their Jeep as the WPG guys pulled up next to them in their Jeep,
ready to follow.
        Buz drove them to the folks' farm as they calmed down and
talked it all over, and the family was waiting with a big champagne
breakfast. The news leaked out about the airport confrontation when
the WPG agents answered questions about what they had been doing
recently for the WPG - duhuh - and Kit and BR were immediately
back to running the proverbial gauntlet it seemed they would never
outrun, and there was no emergency for them to use to get out of
there and the folks wanted to know the future for their girls - near,
far and in between.
        Kit and Jess finally got some private time around 5 AM and she
asked him, "you were counting on Lion and Swan to help out at the
airport, weren't you...?" as they walked to the edge of the porch.
        "No..." he answered. Sheepily. They stopped at the railing and
he stood behind her and put his arms around her as they looked out
at the night.
        "Kiiit..." and she snuggled into his hug.
        "Well...yea, I guess I was."
        "I was too, honey....I guess they've moved on...."
        "Yep...." and he kissed her head.
        "We were pretty lucky...."
        "Yep."
        "But you guys were awful brave."
        "Probably more stupid than anything."
        "No...brave."
        "Mm hm," and cherished her head nuzzling his as he kissed the
side of her face. "So were you girls."
        "Hay...?"
        "Yeah?"
        "Do you miss having me and Flee?"
        Of all the things for her to bring up, he thought. "What?!"
        "It's a lot to miss."
        "Aw, baby...I don't miss a thing...you're all I love, Jess...you
know that," and kissed her cheekbone.
        "Mmmm, thank you, sweetheart...I know lovers get tired of
each other, though...after awhile..." she kept on.
        He dropped his head, readying for apparent truth, and said,
"you want to move on, don't ya?...I don't blame you, precious."
        "Jeeezuzz, cowpoke...I'm not tired of you..." she said as she
turned around and picked his head up with her fingers. And they
looked eyes to eyes.
        "It's all right, Jess....It's your time...."
        She put her face right into his, and, close to a whisper,
answered, "you don't want to piss me off...do you want to piss me
off?" and gave him a gleam. "...I'm just trying to find out if you're
satisfied...and you're all ready to pack up and leave. Fuck, Quixote.
Back up the horse."
        "O." He got her point. And his heart picked right back up.
"You don't want to go, then."
        "Yeah, I want to go..." she came back, and he was back to
despair and bewilderment, but she cleared it right up: "...I want to
go see the world...and the moon...and everywhere we can find
together," and gave him some kisses.
        "With me?" and he gave her osculations back.
        "Don't make me come over there, rockhead," she said softly.
"Apparently you've forgotten all those words we had back on one
certain day and night in April. Or do you think I'm just some
bimbonic young piece of ass....hmmm?"
        "Aww...Jess," was all he could muster, then, "I'm not feelin'
worthy at all...."
        "Hey. Stay in touch here. This is just me...."
        "Yeah...just you..." he melted.
        "Look, Cody, I just want to get back to having sex with you...
seems we've been missing out on that lately, so, I was just wonderin'
...if you still want me as much...."
        He layed into her like a lion that had just killed for mating
honors. They strewed their clothes, got into the hammock out there
on the porch and got reunited; and the moon reflected the sunlight
down upon their flesh, seemingly lucent like phosphorescence in the
night sea, and the stars twinkled their light down onto them, seeming
to explode points of light everywhere on their bodies. And some eyes
discretely watched, knowing they were seeing two true soulmates
consummating their beings like lovers who had traversed all of time,
while Pavarotti sang on stage at Monument with the orchestra, which
they all heard over the airwaves eminating from the radios turned on
and tuned in at the farmhouse.
        The family was seeing Jessy truly fully in love. And she was so
...heavenly...to see, words were failing them too. But they did all
imagine how blownhead ecstaticly delerious Kit must have been,
being THEE male to have won - oned - mon'ed - her. No wonder he
had come up with all that stuff to change history and give her the
world stage to shine from. But he had done it! He had gotten to her
deep heart first! The lucky dang dog. A very smart man, the eyes
concurred. But they still wondered how the hell he did it. Though
they did know that he was living dangerously out over the edge, and
not just with her family. And our heroine and hero loved on as dawn
began her dance of rose and magenta upon their entwined bodies.

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