2017 ZULU
Saturday 
Chegwidden Residence 
McLean, VA

AJ Chegwidden sighed as he watched all the commotion around him. He had counted 42 people so far, and most of his staff at JAG and friends were still missing. Why did they have to make such a commotion about his promotion to Vice Admiral? And why on earth did the President schedule a speech at the Pentagon gardens right that afternoon so they had to  move the ceremony to his backyard?

He wouldn't have mind receiving his promotion at the Pentagon because  all he had to worry about was getting there, receiving his shoulder  bars, smiling at all who were present and then go home. But now... it  was a nightmare!

His dress uniform was itching, and he felt like he had gained some  weight since the very last time he had worn it. His uniform pants were  real tight around the waist. He quickly blamed it on the dry cleaner  before he turned around and saw his lovely wife of 6 months, Sydney  Walden, talking to a stunning young woman in dress blues - Lt. Col.  Sarah Mackenzie.

She had arrived about 10 minutes earlier with his second top lawyer at JAG, Cmdr. Harmon Rabb JR. Her shiny red Corvette was an easy car to  spot in the parking lot, and AJ had been pleasantly surprised to see  that it was not Mac driving the car, but Harm.

He pulled at his collar again when he saw Harm approaching him out of  the corner of his eye.

"Sir, I never really got a chance to congratulate you on your promotion." Harm uttered nervously due to the fact that he himself was not wearing his dress uniform which he had forgotten to take to the cleaner to clean out the red lipstick mark at the collar.

"Now where the hell is the SecNav? I want to get this over with."

"I think I just saw him over there by the Navy band. You can't miss him,  he's the only one not wearing an uniform, sir."

"Thank you."

AJ quickly turned in direction of where he thought he had spotted the  SecNav. Harm shortly looked after his CO before he walked off to join Mac and Sydney. His Marine sure was one of the most beautiful woman at the party. He just wished this event hadn't required dress uniforms. The  stupid white cover that went with a Marine's dress uniform covered her wonderful brown shimmering eyes.

"Hey Mac, Dr. Walden." he greeted the two woman.

"How often do I have to tell you to please call me Sydney and not Dr.  Walden or ma'am, Harm."

"I am sorry, Ma'am, uh, Sydney. You are my CO's wife, and I am not used to call you by your first name."

"Remember it the next time." she said, smilingly. "I am not military after all."

"No, that you are not."

Suddenly, the band stopped playing and the SecNav was asking for  everyone's attention. Sydney excused herself to take her place next to AJ on the small stage in the backyard of the Chegwidden residence.

Everybody in the crowd could see that AJ was not very pleased with the circumstances under which he was given his promotion, and Sydney had  to stop him from constantly pulling at his collar.

"Like a little child." Mac chuckled, watching the ceremony from the  very last row.

"He seems to be imitating his namesake. Look!"

Harm pointed at little AJ Roberts standing a little aside with his  parents. He was dressed in a dark blue sailor suit, and like big AJ  he kept pulling at his collar. 

"Who's imitating who, Harm?" 

They both started to laugh when they realized that it in fact was AJ Roberts imitating AJ Chegwidden. The moment, AJ took his cover from his head, little AJ took his sailor cap from his head as well, clutching it tightly to his chest.

They watched the whole ceremony, the SecNav giving his usual speech, and then Sydney applying the new shoulder bars with now 3 instead of 2 stars to her husbands jacket. It was official, Albert Jethro Chegwidden was now rank of Vice Admiral. 

Harm and Mac stood in line to congratulate their CO on his promotion.  After shaking hands with over 30 people before them that he rarely new, he was relieved to see two familiar faces from JAG.

"Congratulations, sir. You definitely deserved this promotion."

"Thank you, Colonel."

"Vice Admiral Albert Jethro Chegwidden, it has a nice ring to it."  Harm smirked, shaking hands with AJ.

"Keep it up, Rabb, and you will never know how Vice Admiral Harmon  Rabb JR sounds."

Harm and Mac just laughed as they moved to make place for the  well-wishers waiting in line after them. Harm placed his hand on the  small of Mac's back and leaned closer to her to whisper something  into her ear.

"Have I ever told you that you look really sexy in your dress blues? I wish I could get a quick peak at what you are wearing under that uniform."

Mac momentarily blushed at the comment, but quickly regained her  composure, noticing the people watching them. But that didn't stop her at all to give Harm a response.

"It's not like you haven't seen me strip out of my dress blues  before." she retorted naughtily.

"That's true, but last time, you were not wearing anything under it. I want to know if you broke the uniform code again."

"You want to find out?"

"Now?" Harm gasped in shock. No, that was not the response he had expected from Mac.

Grinning from ear to ear, Mac picked up his hand and after making sure that nobody was watching them, dragged him into the bushes behind the stage the Navy band was playing on.

"Tell me, Commander, what is the sentence for breaking the  uniform code?" 

"That depends on your cooperation, Colonel. I would go for a plea bargain."

Surprised, Mac raised her eyebrows, "A plea bargain?"

"Yes, a plea bargain." Harm retorted and reached out for her,  pulling her closer to him. "If you are cooperative now, I will  consider a lighter sentence for you."

Slowly, he slid his hand under her skirt and up her inner thigh. She was not wearing a pantyhose due to the hot and humid weather,  that he was aware of, but the question right now was if she was  wearing panties or not. 

Mac closed her eyes and tipped her head back, fully enjoying  Harm's hand caressing her damp skin as he trailed upwards. She  felt him nearing her center, so she could think of what would come next. Her eyes snapped open when she heard Harm groan.

"Silk, huh?" he moaned into her ear.

"Dark blue, matching the uniform." she gasped, feeling Harm's  finger toying with the string of her panties. She quickly reached  down and pulled his hand away.

Harm gave her his best puppy dog look, showing her that he  certainly did not like the fact she stopped his teasing, but he knew that this was not the right place to engage in any activity  like this.

"Tell me," he started as his arms snaked around her waist, "what  is under that white uniform shirt? Blue silk as well?"

"If you show me to the right place, I might just let you find out."

"What would be the right place for you, Colonel?" he probed further, closing in on the already narrow space between them. 

"A bedroom." she replied.

Her lips were almost brushing against his as she formed the words.

"Where would one find this bedroom?" 

Mac tipped her back into direction of AJ's house. Harm's eyes widened and he pulled his head back just a little so he was able to see the mischief in Mac's eyes.

"The Admiral's bedroom? Mac, are you insane?"

"They have a guestroom you know. Sydney toured the house with me, Harriet and Carolyn at their house warming party while you thought you needed to listen to Tiner entertaining the whole group with stand-up comedy."

"You can't possibly be serious about this."

"Watch me."

Mac grinned evilly before she placed a quick kiss on Harm's lips and walked off in direction of the Admiral's house. Shaking his head, Harm followed her in a little distance. He didn't want to give people any suspicions about Mac and him.

A couple of minutes later, he met her at the stairway to the upstairs bedroom. Confident that nobody had seen them, they sneaked up the stairs and stopped in front of the guestroom at the end of the corridor.

Slowly, Mac cracked the door open when some strange noises came to her ears. One quick look inside, her eyes grew wide and she closed the door again.

"What?" Harm inquired, shrugging his shoulders. "Are you backing out on this now, Marine?"

"The guestroom is already occupied."

"You're kidding me, right?"

Mac just shook her head.

"Who the hell is in there?"

"Oh, I think you don't wanna know." 

Mac quickly reached for Harm's hand and stopped him from turning the knob to open.

"Mac, tell me!"

"It's..."

"Mac, who is in the guestroom, tell me!"

"Okay, but don't tell me afterwards I shouldn't have told you."

Harm was not going to stop asking until he finally knew who was in  there, but Mac had no idea how she was going to tell him. She was sure  she was going to get nightmares for the rest of her life, witnessing  what had to be the most unnatural and ghastly site ever unfold! How  could she look the perpetrators in the eye again?

Mac rolled her eyes, let out a deep sigh and dragged Harm away from the  scene of what could only be described as a crime in her eyes.

"It is Singer." she finally confessed, her mind trying not to put a  face to a name and a name to what she had just been doing.

"Singer? What's going..." It finally dawned on Harm. He looked back at  Mac almost mirroring her look of horror a couple of moments earlier.  "Who's she got in there with her?"

Harm started walking back to reach for the doorknob again, too curious  to find out who was in there with Singer. Before he could open the door,  Mac grabbed him by his upper arm and dragged him into the room on the  opposite. A moment later, they found themselves in the Admiral's bedroom.

"Hey? How come you get to know who's in there with her and I do not?" he  pouted, not yet aware of their surroundings. 

Mac finally acquiesced as she closed the door behind them. 

"She was giving our nice little innocent Lt. Aldridge a blowjob, okay?"

"Aldridge?" Harm's face was priceless, and for the first time in his life,  he was dumbstruck. "Bl... Blo..." He looked back at Mac. "Oh, you are  kidding me, aren't you?" he coaxed, PRAYING that she was.

In fact, it was all too real.  What Mac saw was Alfred Aldridge sprawled  out on the bed, his pants around his knees, while a very naked Lauren  Singer knelt with her back to the door praying to the lieutenant's groin.

"Hey, why are we talking about what they are doing? I thought you wanted to know what I wear under my uniform." Mac reminded him, stepping closer to him and removing her cover from her head. 

When it hit the floor next to a bed, Harm suddenly realized that they were in another bedroom - the Admiral's bedroom. Panic rose, even though  panic didn't have anything to do with certain parts of his body rising.  His hands reached for Mac's who were now fumbling with the buttons of  his dark blue uniform jacket. 

"Mac, we are in Chegwidden's bedroom!"

"As long as we don't touch the bed, he'll never know."

Her fingers continued their work on his jacket, and soon it lay on the  floor behind Harm

"But..."

Mac put her fingers on his lips to silence him. Looking straight into her eyes, Harm saw that nothing he was going to say would stop her. He  was getting hard just by standing next to her, while all the while  imagining what she wore under her dress blues. Dark blue silk panties  had to be matched by something similar on top.

He licked his lips as he grabbed her by her waist and guided her to  an empty chair in the corner. Sitting down, he pulled her into his  lap, each of her legs placed on one side of him.

"On a chair?" she inquired in her best innocent voice, arching her  eyebrows suggestively before she started giggling and wriggling in his lap.

Harm couldn't stop a moan from escaping his lips when he felt her  rub herself against him. He looked back at her, his eyes accusing.

"I honestly didn't know that you liked lap dances, naughty boy." Mac  whispered innocently.

Harm couldn't think. Hell, he couldn't even breath as blood rushed from  his head to his other extremity in front. Finally regaining at least a little control, he managed to squeeze out a sentence. 

"Rug burns." was his reply as he indicated the carpeted floor.

Mac grinned knowingly. If they did it on the floor, they both would end up with rug burns like usual. Not that it would have been a problem for Harm, and it wouldn't have been a problem for her either if she'd  been wearing trousers or a skirt longer than her knees, but her damn  dress blues required a uniform skirt which didn't cover her knees at  all. So Mac did the best she could under these circumstances. 

"You still haven't made an attempt to find out completely if I broke the uniform code." she whispered into his ear after kicking his cover from his head. "I get the impression you don't wanna know at all."

"Your impression is wrong, Colonel." he answered.

His eyes never left her face when he started unbuttoning her jacket  and pulled it off her shoulders. Mac let it drop it on the floor  behind her. Her eyes shone with desire at him, and she began toying  with her bottom lip. Suddenly, Harm had to force himself to not push  her down on the floor and take her right there.

Mac must have sensed it because she did nothing for his control  by rubbing herself a little harder against him. Harm let another moan  escape, his head thrown back as he tried to fight his raging hormones. She decided to help him lose that fight by slowly removing her clothes. 

She started with her red collar, and even before she had fully  removed it from her neck, Harm quickly popped the buttons of her shirt open, revealing a dark blue silk bra. His eyes locked on the hook in front.

Taking two fingers, he snapped the bra open and pulled it off Mac's shoulders together with her uniform shirt. Maybe it were the  forbidden surroundings that made this so exciting, they didn't know.

His eyes still focused on her face, Harm gently started to caress her breasts, kneading them in his hands, his palms brushing against her already erect nipples.

Mac couldn't help but squirm under his delicate caresses. Her crotch pressed against his, she could feel him slowly grow harder and bigger in his pants, and the heat rise between her legs. 

Deciding to free his straining reaction, she reached down between them and opened his belt and the top button of his pants. But instead of pulling down the zipper, her hands made their way under his  white uniform shirt.

"My, my, someone else broke the unfirm code today." she teased him.

"What did you expect? It's 95 degrees out there." Harm replied lazily, his hands never leaving her breasts.

With a naughty grin on her face, Mac slowly opened button after  button of his shirt until it hung loosely from his chest and only his tie kept it together.

Her trembling hands returned the massage he was giving her, but it wasn't even a minute later that she had to stop when his mouth covered one of her nipples, his tongue wildly flicking it.

Mac dropped her head back, and her hands slid down to the waistband  of Harm's trousers. With one swift move, she pulled the zipper down and fondled him through his boxers, stroking his very erect shaft.

Both their moaning turned louder within the minute, and suddenly it had been all forgotten where they were. The world around them had vanished, and for that very moment, it was just those two caught up in their fast lovemaking. The heat in the room was unbearable  and sweat started to pour down both their overheated bodies. 

Harm let go off Mac's breasts and hiked her skirt up to her waist.  He knew that in this heat he wasn't going to last any longer. Mac  quickly raised from his lap and removed her dark blue silk  panties before she made herself comfortable again in his lap. She  was about to throw her soaked panties to the floor when Harm took  them from her, and stuffed them into the front pocket of his pants,  before letting his hand blaze a trail up her body.

Mac's hands pulled his pulsing erection out of his pants before her  left hand reached out to pull his face towards hers so their eyes  could lock.

She nodded shortly, letting him know to make his move. Harm clasped her hips and lifted her up just enough that her wet folds were brushing against the tip of his rod. Carefully, he slid inside of her, giving her time to adjust to his hardness before he plunged into her completely.

Mac wrapped her arms around his neck and they started to move in  a first gentle and slow rhythm which grew harder and faster by the minute. Their eyes never broke contact as they moved with each other.

Their moans were loud in the room, and if someone put their ear  to the door, there would be no mistaking what was happening. There  were grunts, moans, groans, pants, sighs, oohs, ahhs, and other  things normally cried out while making love.

Their eyes never broke contact as they moved with each other. They  were both nearing their climax when suddenly, the bedroom door swung  open and a pretty Naval officer stepped inside with a toddler on  her arm. At the sight of Harm and Mac engrossed in their lovemaking,  she quickly covered the toddler's eyes and rushed out of the room,  praying to God that they hadn't noticed her and the toddler hadn't seen anything. 

Harm quickly broke eye contact with Mac, thinking he saw something by the door, but didn't really had time to focus as Mac fiercely pulled his face back to hers and captured his lips with hers. A  final time, Harm arched his hips her way, plunged into her completely  and exploded in her like a volcano. 

Feeling his hot seed spill into her was all Mac needed to be thrown  over the edge herself. Her muscles tightened around Harm's member,  and she let out a low cry of pleasure. She squirmed in his lap,  trying to prolong his climax for as long as she could. Harm broke  their kiss and groaned audibly before he reached for her hips to  still her movements. When he finally recovered he looked at Mac. 

"Do you intend to kill me?" he asked in a hushed whisper, his heart  still beating quickly a full minute after their union.

"No, but if I do, you'll die a happy man." she retorted, as a wet  strand of hair fell across her face. 

Harm smiled back and tucked the lose strand of her hair behind her  ear before he lifted her from his lap and slid out of her, grinning mischievously when she reached for her panties in his pocket.

"I rather keep them were they are, Colonel."

Mac's eyes grew wide, but if he wanted to play, she would play along. Removing her hands from his pocket, she just grinned back at him. Suddenly, a shock of horror washed over Harm's face. The bedroom door was ajar!

"Mac, the door! It's open!" he exclaimed, jumping up from the chair. 

"So?"   "I could swear someone walked in on us a couple of minutes ago."  Harm uttered, finally pulling something dark blue silk out of his  pocket and helped Mac slip into her panties.

"I am sure that was only your imagination, Stickboy. I mean, look  over to where we made love, Harm."

Harm looked behind him to stare at the chair and his heart stopped.  On the wall behind the chair was a picture of the Admiral and his  daughter smiling back at them. Mac turned his face back to her,  letting her fingers caress his jaw.

"Imagine my shock when the first thing I saw after I climaxed was a  picture of the Admiral and his daughter looking back at me. I thought  for a minute they were really here!"

She kissed Harm on the lips again, as they set about to put their  uniforms back together into some sort of respectability. Harm however  couldn't shake the gnawing feeling and the knot in his stomach.

"No, I am pretty sure someone walked in. I swear I saw someone  wearing a Navy uniform, and I am hundred percent sure I saw a small  sailor uniform."

They shortly stared at each other before exclaiming, "HARRIET!"

"I cannot believe this." Harm rambled, reaching for his jacket and  cover on the floor. "Of all people, it has to be Harriet."

"Just be glad it was not Chegwidden." Mac replied, buttoning up her jacket.

"The moment you suggested this, I should have said no."

"But as far as I remember, you enjoyed it very much."

Both tugged at their uniforms and straightened their hair a last  time before they stepped out of the corridor. 

"I will talk to Harriet if it makes you feel any better, okay? Just you try to stay calm, wipe that expression of shock off your face  and, please, return to a normal color."

Seeing nobody in the corridor, Harm quickly reached over and placed a last kiss on her cheeks before they descended the stairs to join the party. While Harm walked over to the punch bowl to still his  thirst, Mac was searching for Harriet in the crowd.

She could only locate Bud walking up to Harm, when suddenly someone small flung at her legs, wrapping his arms around her.

"Mac, Mac, made a mess!" little AJ Roberts called up at her.

"So, you made a mess, Munchkin?" Mac giggled, scooping him from the ground.

"See, made a mess." AJ repeated, showing stains of cake icing on his  sailor suit. 

"Where's your mommy, Munchkin?"

AJ turned around in Mac's arms and started pointing wildly at the door leading outside to the garden. Mac spotted Harriet immediately. Setting AJ on her hip, she joined her outside.

"AJ, there you are!" Harriet called. "Where did you find him?"

"Actually, he found me. I didn't know you were looking for him."

"Oh yes, we were. As soon as the Admiral announced that the buffet was open, he disappeared."

"Mama," the boy interrupted their conversation, "made a mess."

"Oh Honey, how did that happen?"

Harriet quickly examined the icing stains on her son's dark blue  shirt which obviously had already been tried to clean off with  water.

"Ate yummy cake." the boy smiled. "Nise lady gave me."

"What nice lady?" Mac inquired, her suspicions rising that it had not been Harriet walking in on them in the Admiral's bedroom - which seemed to be even worse.

"Nise lady." AJ squirmed in Mac's arm, and when he suddenly  spotted the lady who had given him his cake, he pointed in her  direction. 

"She, she was!" he called.

Harriet and Mac turned in the direction he was pointing at. Mac felt the color drain out of her face when she spotted the Admiral and  Sydney standing with a small group of people. 

AJ waved his hand in their direction, and one person waved his  hand back at him - Lt. Cmdr. Carolyn Imes.

"She nise lady, told you. Gave me cake and queen me, see?"

Now it was clear to Mac. She had to compose herself to not turn bright red when Carolyn made her way over to them, grinning  broadly.

"Colonel, Lieutenant." she uttered, and nodded at them. "I hope you didn't mind me giving your son a piece of cake, Lieutenant."

"No, Commander, it is all right. I saw you cleaned him up?"

"He dropped the icing on his shirt. He seems to be one messy  eater."

"That he is." Harriet chuckled.

"Commander, could I possibly have a word with you in private?" Mac asked and sat little AJ down on the ground.

"Sure. What can I do for you, Mac?"

They started to walk away from the crowd of people to a quiet place where they could talk in private and Mac didn't have to worry about anyone listening in on them.

"I know you saw something you were not supposed to see." Mac started, not giving away what if for one unknown reason her suspicions were wrong and Carolyn was not the one who had accidentally seen them.

"Don't worry, Mac, I didn't see anything." Carolyn grinned at her. "Your secret is safe with me. And I don't think little AJ saw  anything either. He was too absorbed with the mess he had created. But when he keeps asking you why there is a monster in the upstairs bathroom like I told him, play along, all right?"

Mac let out the breath she didn't realize she was holding. Still,  she felt very awkward, but she knew if Carolyn said to keep it a  secret, she would. She just didn't know how she could go on  working together with her, knowing she had walked in on Harm and her during their lovemaking. On the other hand, Carolyn sure wasn't feeling any better about this.

"Can I ask you one question though? How long are Harm and you  together already?"

"A little over 3 months." Mac replied.

"3 months? And nobody knows at JAG?"

Mac started to chuckle, "Can you believe it if I tell you that in all those three months Harriet never leaked a word to anyone?"

"Harriet knew? No, that I don't believe you."

"Oh, she does. As well as Bud."

"If there is anything to contribute to the grapevine, it comes from those two. I am surprised they could keep that to themselves."

"We asked them not to say anything. You know relationships among officers in the same chain of command are not allowed by the UCMJ."

Carolyn sighed, "I know. And to be honest, that rule sucks."

"Exactly my opinion."

"Mac, I am so glad you two finally found each other."

"Thank you, Carolyn."

Both women turned around when they heard Harm call for Mac. He was standing in the doorway to the living room, a glass of punch in each hand. Mac waved for him to come over to join them.

"So, how is he in bed?" Carolyn asked quickly before Harm could  join them, tying up with a conversation they had had a long time ago.

"Terrific." Mac giggled, self-consciously.

Carolyn grinned at Harm sheepishly and patted his shoulder when he joined them. Not knowing what this was about, Harm stared at her  confused. Carolyn just shrugged her eyebrows and left the two  lovebirds alone.

"Did you talk to Harriet?" Harm inquired and handed Mac her glass of punch.

"No, I did not."

"Why not?" he asked surprised.

"Because she was not the one I needed to talk to."

"But I saw..." Harm turned back over his shoulder, watching after Carolyn. "HER?"

Mac just nodded silently. She saw the color drain out of Harm's face at that notion, and his expression that very moment was priceless.

"God, how can I ever look at her the same way again, knowing that she saw..."

"She promised to keep this a secret." Mac cut him off. "She said she's happy for us, and I believe her. Besides, I think it's going to be a bigger problem for me to talk to Singer and Aldridge again."

"No, don't remind me. I may not have seen anything, but... uagh!"

"I am not sure, Flyboy, but maybe they would think the same way about us if they'd been the ones to walk in. Let's just forget about those two."

Suddenly, something - or better someone - flung at Harm's legs. When he looked down, he noticed a toddler attached to him.

"Hawm," the boy grinned up at him, "pway hosey wide wiff me like wiff Mac."

"Horsy ride?" Harm echoed the toddlers request, staring at Mac in shock. Was there anything AJ Roberts had seen in the Admiral's bedroom earlier?

Harm's heart started to pound in his chest. If AJ was going to  tell anyone what he had seen, if he had seen anything at all, they  would be dead. But how could they possibly tell a two year old  to keep a secret?

"Munchkin, when did Harm play horsy ride with me?" Mac asked carefully, lifting little AJ from the ground.

The boy shortly rubbed the back of his head, thinking. Finally, he raised his arms in the air and exclaimed, "Nickpick! Nickpick in pawk! Hawm pway hosey wide wiff you and Chwissy!"

Harm sighed deeply, rolling his eyes heavenwards to thank God AJ was talking about the picnic on July 4th. They had had a picnic with Bud and Harriet, and while the kids had been napping on a  blanket, Bud and Harriet had decided to take a walk, leaving Harm  and Mac to take care of their kids.

Of course, Mac had soon found her way into his lap, straddling him,  and they had been engrossed in a deep kiss, when little Christina  had crawled onto their laps between them, trying to get their  attention. So they had bounced her on their knees, while the baby  girl had squealed in delight.

"Hawm, pway hosey wide, pway hosey wide!" AJ insisted, wriggling in Mac's arm while trying to climb over to Harm.

"Be careful about the glasses!" Mac warned, but finally handed  him over to Harm who set him on his back.

"We'll do horsy ride this way today, Munchkin, okay?"

"HOOWAY!" AJ squealed with delight and started bouncing on  Harm's back. "Hooway, hosey, hooway!"

"What do you think, Mac," Harm whispered into her ear after  leaning closer to her, "did we make our baby today?"

"If in 9 months from now, we'll be proud parents, I think the baby's name has to be either Albert Jethro or Sydney!" Mac  giggled, gently nudging him into his side.

"Then I pray that 9 months from now, we either already have our beautiful baby in our arms or are expecting."

"The latter, Sailor, the latter."

"Whatever you say, Sarah."