A wicked smile played across her face as she asked innocently, "Stop what?"

"You know what, Lieutenant Colonel."  He groaned again as Mac continued fondling his rapidly growing erection.  They were lying, facing each other, on large beach towels on a secluded section of beach outside their hotel.  The Australian sun was high in the sky but it wasn't overly hot, at least not weather-wise.  "One night together and already you think I'm your boy-toy."  His smile and the way he thrust himself against her hand belied his words.

"No, Commander, I *know* you're my Flyboy-toy." 

Harm and Mac had spent the most incredible night together.  A friendly dinner and dancing had led to a moonlight walk on the beach.  The setting had been perfect for the long-avoided discussion of their buried feelings for one another.  A couple of heated kisses later, the duo found themselves in Harm's room making wild, passionate love until late into the night.  They woke late, had a leisurely breakfast in bed and were now enjoying the beach.

"You're going to make a public spectacle of me and I can't even return the favor in kind."  He had reached out and was lightly tracing her nipples through the material of her bikini.  Harm could tell by the way she sucked her bottom lip between her teeth and lightly squeezed her thighs together that she was becoming aroused.  He wondered just how far she was going to take this teasing and then gasped as Mac pulled on his trunks to get the extra material up front as she circled his straining shaft with her hand and pumped up and down.  He didn't wonder much longer after that, choosing instead to let her work her magic on him.

Mac was enjoying herself thoroughly, watching Harm take his pleasure.  She took a quick glance around them to be sure no one was too close.  There were just a few other people scattered around the hotel's private beach.  The closest was a hundred yards away or so, engrossed in sweeping the beach with a metal detector.  She leaned closer to Harm and kissed him lightly on the mouth as she increased the speed with which she was stroking his now very hard penis.  She knew he was close to climax.  Harm closed his eyes and clenched his hands into fists as the first tingling of impending orgasm washed through him.  He was barely able to hold back a roar of pleasure as he ejaculated, his body twitching slightly.  He pressed himself more firmly into Mac's hand and she continued rubbing him until the last spasms of his orgasm played out.

"Damn."  Harm breathed deeply.  "What was that for?  And how do I thank you for it?"  He opened his eyes again and found her smiling that dazzling smile at him.

"Just because.  And you can thank me later by . . . "  Mac leaned in close to him and whispered in his ear.

"You really want to try that?  In the water?  Here?"  Harm looked shocked for a minute and then captured her mouth with his.  Mac opened her mouth to him immediately and thrust her tongue against his in an erotic dance.  The kiss took on a life of its own and they quickly became engrossed in it.

The sound of a throat clearing made them jump a bit and back away from each other slightly.  Mic Brumby was standing over them, a sly grin on his face.  "I knew you two were more than 'just friends.'  There's just something undeniable between you."

Harm recovered his wits quickly and stood up, hoping the dark, shiny color of his trunks would hide the evidence of his and Mac's previous occupation.  "Mic.  Good to see you.  Goodbye."  The unspoken scorn was obvious as he walked off toward the water, only glancing back once to waggle his eyebrows suggestively at Mac, hinting that she should join him for her 'thank-you.'

Mac stood up gracefully and almost did a double take as she realized that Mic was the one she had seen earlier with the metal detector.  "Do you really find anything out here with that?" she asked curiously.

"Sure.  I've found some really old coins, supposedly from a couple of old shipwrecks around the reef.  And people are always dropping things out on the beach.  Coins, watches, jewelry that sort of thing.  Here," he said as he reached into his pocket and pulled something out, handing it to her.  "Some honeymooner is really perturbed over losing that."

Mac looked incredulously at the diamond engagement ring she was holding.  It was beautiful.  "Where did you find it?"  She slipped it on her ring finger, it fit.  Mic lifted her hand to admire the ring and it glittered in the sun.  In her mind's eye Mac replaced Mic with Harm -- she could almost hear him saying the words, asking her . . . well, maybe someday, she thought.

"Down the beach a little way.  I'm going to drop it off at the hotel's lost and found.  I couldn't in good conscious just keep it.  It's worth more than just money to someone.  But, if no one claims it, I'll hock it."  Mic grinned and took the ring back from her.  "You'd better get back to Rabb before he drowns.  You know sailors."

"Yeah, see you later Mic."  Mac smiled and shook her head at him as she went to join Harm playing in the ocean.  Mic wasn't as bad as Harm made him out to be.

Mic just watched her go.  Rabb was one damned lucky man.  He looked down at the ring in his hand and for a moment wondered if she'd . . . nah, he thought.  She belongs to Rabb and Rabb belongs to her.  It had always been so obvious to everybody but them.  He looked at the couple now laughing as they splashed in the breakwater.  He smiled as he turned to continue his search for buried treasure, thinking good for them and it's about time.
 

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