by Lady Demon



Kelsey walked into the music room where she could hear Gene 

working on a song.  She stood in the doorway and waited for 

him to finish.  He smiled at her and stopped playing.



"What's up babe?" he asked.  She didn't like to bother him 

while he was working on music, but she didn't want to wait 

on this.



"I just got a call from my sister in Edinburgh," she said.  

"She's getting married." 



"That's great," said Gene getting up and setting his guitar 

down to give her a congratulatory hug.  "When's the 

wedding?" he asked.



"Two weeks," she replied.  "I … told her we would be 

there," she said hesitantly.  She knew Gene wouldn't mind 

going to the wedding…



"That's fine!  I wouldn't want you to miss your sister's 

wedding and I certainly don't mind a trip to Scotland," he 

said stroking her cheek.  He could see something in her 

green eyes but wasn't sure what it was.  



"It's going to be an old traditional Scottish wedding," she 

said.



"Great," he replied.  "I've never been to one before."



"A traditional HIGHLANDER wedding," she repeated.



"Babe, is there something wrong?" he asked, confused by her 

odd behavior.



"Gene, you have to wear a kilt!" she blurted out before 

clamping her lips shut, waiting for his response.  He stood 

there staring at her for a moment.



"A kilt?" he asked.  "You mean that little plaid skirt 

thingy like Mel Gibson wore in Braveheart?" he asked.  

Kelsey nodded.  "But if I'm not in the wedding party, do I 

still have to wear one?" he asked.  He had worn some pretty 

strange clothes in his time, but this would probably top 

them all.



"All guests are to dress in traditional highland clothing," 

she replied.  



"Does that mean you'll be wearing a kilt too?" he asked, a 

bit of a grin on his face.



"No, but I'll be wearing traditional women's clothing," she 

said.



"But not a kilt," he said.



"No, not a kilt.  Only men wear kilts," she said.  Gene 

sighed, knowing he couldn't insult Kelsey or her sister by 

not going or by not abiding by their wishes.



"I guess I wear a kilt then.  I wonder where I'll get one…" 

he thought out loud.



"Wait until we get to Edinburgh, then we'll both be fitted 

for clothing.



Gene didn't dare mention to the others that he would be 

wearing a kilt…they would never let him live it 

down…especially Ace.  He groaned.  If Ace ever got wind of 

this…he didn't even want to think of what would happen.



They exited the plane in Edinburgh and, after going through 

customs were greeted by Kelsey's sister who could have been 

her twin.  She was the same height with the same reddish-

blonde hair only her eyes were blue instead of the deep 

emerald green of Kelsey's.  



"I'm so glad you could come!" she exclaimed hugging Kelsey.  

"Oh my God…you really do know Gene Simmons," she said as 

she stared at Gene in surprise.



"Of course!  Would I say I was bringing him if I didn't 

really know him?" asked Kelsey with a laugh.  "Gene, this 

is my sister Erin.  Erin, this is Gene Simmons," she said 

by way of introduction.



"It's a pleasure to meet you Erin," he said taking her hand 

and softly kissing the back of it.



"Likewise," she said.  They walked to the car and Erin 

drove away from the airport.



"Gene's a bit unsure about wearing a kilt," said Kelsey 

with a wicked grin.  Erin laughed.



"Why?  Do you have knobby knees or something?" she asked 

with a giggle.



"No, just not used to wearing a skirt," he said glaring at 

Kelsey.



"It's not a skirt!  It's a kilt…there's a big difference," 

said Erin.



"What's the difference?" asked Gene and Kelsey smiled.



"You wear underwear under a skirt," she said before busting 

out laughing.



"You mean you don't…" he started to say.



"No, it doesn't lay right if you wear underwear," said 

Erin.  Gene sighed and rested his head back against the 

back of the seat.  It was going to be a long trip.



Gene didn't mind the fitting…the woman who was doing the 

work was a young attractive woman with ample cleavage and 

having her on her knees in front of him not only gave him a 

good view of them but…well…you get the picture.  When she 

was finished she led him over in front of a mirror so he 

could see how he looked.



The plain rough-weave shirt fit loosely but felt good.  He 

was happy to see that the kilt came down and covered his 

knees, not that he was ashamed of them.  The tartan was 

made up mostly of blues and greens, which complimented 

rather than contrasted one another.  He was thankful, once 

again, that he was not allergic to wool.  Footwear was 

simple.  Soft leather boots coming almost to the knee and 

lacing up the front.  All in all, not an unattractive 

outfit, but not one he would ever wear again.



"How does it feel Mr. Simmons?" asked the seamstress.



"Breezy," he replied with a grin.



"Ah, you'll get used to it.  Besides, you've got nice legs.  

It's a shame to hide them under leather and denim," she 

said with a slight blush.  He grinned at her.



Just then Kelsey came out of her fitting room and Gene 

smiled.  She was wearing a very simple outfit.  The skirt 

was long, coming to the ground and was of a light brown 

material.  The shirt was of the same rough-weave material 

as Gene's was but it was fitted more closely and low-cut in 

the front to show off her cleavage.  Gene couldn't help but 

smile.



Kelsey caught her breath when she saw Gene dressed in the 

kilt.  With his hair long and part of it pulled into a 

ponytail (Revenge style) and the goatee he looked 

absolutely incredible!  His dark eyes took in every detail 

of her person as she strode across the room to him.



"What do you think?" he asked holding out his arms.



"I think you look great," she said leaning up to kiss him.  

He grinned and pulled her close, pressing her body against 

his.  "How long does it take to get to the church?" he 

asked.



"It's not in a church.  We'll meet at Edinburgh Castle and 

go from there to where the ceremony is being held," she 

said.  He leaned down to taste her lips again.  The 

seamstress came back into the room.



"You better hurry," she said.  Kelsey grabbed Gene's hand 

and led him out of the shop and to the car.  She easily 

navigated the roads, getting them there in record time.



"I was beginning to wonder if you had gotten lost," said 

Erin as they climbed out of the car.  "Or perhaps had lost 

track of time," she said with a wicked grin.  Kelsey 

slapped her on the arm.



"No, just finishing up with the fittings.  These aren't 

something you can just buy off the rack," she said.



During the ceremony Gene made sure that his kilt stayed 

down, even when the wind picked up, signaling the coming 

rain.  At one point during the ceremony Kelsey leaned over 

and whispered in his ear."You look good enough to eat," she 

said softly in his ear causing him to grin.



"That can be arranged," he replied with a wicked grin.



The wedding ceremony ended and the happy couple rode off in 

the small carriage just as the rain began to fall, soaking 

the guests.  Most of them hurried off to get into their 

cars and Kelsey made a move to run and Gene grabbed her 

arm, pulling her to him.  "What's your hurry?" he asked.



"I didn't really want to get wet," she said wrapping her 

arms around his waist.



"I like it when you're wet," he said, his voice dropping to 

that sexy tone that sent shivers up and down Kelsey's 

spine.  He kissed her passionately, ignoring the soft rain 

that had begun to soak through his clothing and hers.  He 

pulled away and looked at her grinning.



"What?" she asked noticing his amused expression.



He let his eyes wander to her chest.  "Cold?" he asked.  

She looked down and realized that her shirt was now see-through 

and it was not at all difficult to see everything.  He pulled her 

to him again and kissed her.



"Little girl, are you teasing me?" he asked nuzzling her 

ear.



"You know I never tease Gene," she replied.  



Gene's hands drifted downward, a bit frustrated by the 

abundance of material in his way.  His hands halted. "I see 

men aren't the only ones who don't wear underwear in Scotland," 

he said with a grin.  He glanced around and realized that 

they were out in the open…alone.  They weren't far from the 

road, not far enough away to be hidden from sight.  



Kelsey grinned, realizing what Gene was thinking "Follow 

me," she said taking his hand and leading him over a small 

rise.  On the far side of the hill was a large standing 

rock.  There were many such rocks scattered across the 

landscape and Kelsey quickly pulled him behind the closest 

one.



Gene pinned her between himself and the rock, claiming her 

lips again in a passionate kiss.  Kelsey no longer cared 

about the rain or the wind. All she cared about was Gene. 



**************************

It was raining quite hard later when they quickly ran to their 

car.  Once inside they began laughing.  Both were soaked 

through to the skin but neither cared. 

 

"Now I understand why Scottish men wear kilts," he said 

with a laugh. 



Kelsey laughed and leaned over and kissed him.



"Why don't we go back to the hotel, dry off and do it all 

over again," she said.  Gene grinned.



"I like the way you think little girl," he said.  Kelsey 

put the car in gear and they headed off to their hotel and 

a nice warm bed.