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Author's Note: This final chapter, while not explicit, is highly suggestive with adult content.
Thanks to the proboards and LJ Cars slash communities for beta-reading parts of this story (and for the "guide" to car relations ;) and to xForeignxConceptsx for her helpful comments. Thanks also to Nevuela, who drew two scenes from this fanfic, one of which is definitely not worksafe! They can be found, along with her other Cars art, at fanart-central and hentai-foundry.
“You heard him, babe. We are to resume our marital relations. Those are a lawman’s orders,” Mater joked. And you don’t know how badly I need this. Pulling her forward, he strained with effort.
“Sheez, that lemon left the damn parkin’ boot on,” Doreen exclaimed, coming to her senses and futilely shaking her tire. Sheriff, and the key, were across town by now. Her husband grinned rakishly.
“Well now, do ya really need to drive away just yet, ain’t ya gonna stay awhile?”
“Ya bet I am,” she blushed a deep crimson across her hood, “ya deviant.” When Mater locked his lips to hers she felt like she had finally come home.
“Go Mater! You’ve got a prisoner of loooove!” Startled, the tow truck pulled away and beamed back at Lightning and Sally, who had stopped by after their evening cruise after hearing that Mater's old flame had returned. The racecar smirked, surveying the unexpected scene. “I had no idea you were into…”
“Yer just jealous.” Mater grinned smugly at his best friend, then made some very hasty and awkward introductions. He looked down at Doreen apologetically. “Ah, sorry ‘bout that interruption. Lightning’s still sore ‘cause I burst in on him when he was gonna kiss Miss Sally.”
“Paybacks are hell, man,” laughed McQueen. "I thought I might find you doing some backwards driving on the highway tonight, but it looks like someone's getting his kicks off Route 66 for a change."
Doreen turned, as much as she could, toward the racing champion and his girlfriend. “Then stare all ya want, the admission’s free,” she said casually, “but I gotta warn ya, this might get dirty real fast.” As she turned her attention back to the tow truck, Lightning blanched slightly. Ramone had warned him Mater's lover was a real piece of work.
“I think this is where we might want to leave, Sally,” he said to the Porsche, sniggering as he wheeled away.
“They gone?” asked Doreen, opening one eye. “Good. Seein’ as I can’t move much without yer help, it’s yer lucky night and ya get to call the shots.” She was grateful when Mater wasted no time taking advantage of the situation.
“So they’d finally find out that we’ve been married fer this long. I like it.” Doreen smiled up at the stars overhead. “Makin’ love felt different this time, safer and more right somehow. We woulda saved ourselves a helluva lot of trouble by waitin’ until we coulda got hitched all proper.”
“I can’t argue with ya there,” said the tow truck. “We shoulda just eloped. Still, we got some great years ahead of us and we could try for kids if ya'd like. We ain't that old."
"We still got CB antennas and eight-track players," laughed Doreen. Smitten, Mater gazed dreamily at his lover before she broke the silence, lifting a wheel toward him.
“Hey, would ya git the key fer this danged tire boot already,” she said wryly, “like I didn’t know ya had a spare all along.” It was Mater’s turn to blush.
"Ya might have to ask me a lot nicer than that," he teased, and as they leaned in for another kiss he couldn't help but think they had somehow redeemed the misadventures of their youth and the future could only get better.
The End