Summary:  A Harm/Mac POV. Harm is home sick after trying to find A.J. in the frozen wilderness and Mac gets to play nursemaid. Set after Heart and Soul and before Empty Quiver.

Harm's Apartment North of Union Station

God, I feel like shit. My body feels like someone drove a truck over me and then backed it up just for fun. I can't ever remember being this sick. The whole week has been nothing but a total waste of time. Well, not a total waste. Our CO is alive and not nearly in as bad shape as when I found him. Especially since he has Meredith to "take care" of him. But now I have one hell of a bug of some sort. Pneumonia maybe? What ever it is I sure don't have anyone to take care of me.

Hopefully though, the worst is over, whatever it is. For the first two days something very nasty had a hold of me. Now my bones and muscles ache like hell. The only way I can stop my nose from running is to lay flat on my back. To keep my mind off the discomfort, I'm channel surfing on the new TV Webb left at my place, while I hack my lungs up and feel sorry for myself. Right now I'm watching a soap opera. How pathetic is that? If Mac ever knew she'd never let me live it down.

I'm grouchy when I get sick. I can admit it. I like to moan and groan and bitch and complain. My language gets resurrected right up from the gutter and my "officer and a gentleman" attitude takes a nosedive straight into the toilet. It's probably a good thing I don't have a girlfriend right now, even though it would be nice to have someone bring me stuff. But there aren't enough drugs in the world that could ever make me wish that Renee was still here.

There's a knock at the door. Who the hell could that be? Fuck it, I don't want any visitors. I'll just ignore...there it is again. Damn it! I roll off the couch and wobble over to the door.

"Yeah?" I grunt.

"Hey, it's Mac! Got a care package for my sick best friend. Let me in!" she bellows.

Mac. Figures. I should have known she'd eventually show up. Her voice sounds so cheerful it makes me feel like losing what little I've been able to keep down today. "Hey yourself, Mac. I don't know if coming in here is such a good idea. I'm a mess, the place is a mess, and there's something very nasty loose in here."

"No way, Harmon. I'm not leaving till I give you this stuff. I don't care if you've got the Plague. Now open the damn door."

Oh well, I tried. Maybe she's got some homemade soup (I snort at the thought), or something for me to do besides sit here and slowly go insane. I crack the door open to let her in and cinch my robe as I head back over to the couch without waiting for her to enter.

* * *

Good! He let me in. I wasn't so sure he would. My poor sailor can be a tad reclusive when he's sick. But he's been holed up in here for days now and I was really starting to worry about him.

The door to his apartment appears to open on its own. "Hey, Harm!" I call cheerily, all the while knowing it's drives him nuts when I'm like this, before closing the door behind me and walking towards his kitchen. "Where the hell are you?" It's so damn dark in here I can't see anything.

"Over here on the couch. Dying." I hear a little coughing fit coming in the general direction of the living room area.

Good Lord! What a drama queen. I put the bag I'm carrying down on the counter and walk over to him. Harm is laying on the couch with his arm draped across his forehead, making no effort to greet me. He does look awful but still good enough to eat...well maybe not eat, but at least nibble on. Walking over to the end of the couch by his head I bend over I give him slight hug around the neck and a kiss on the side of the cheek. Don't want to get too close you know, just in case. His skin is warm but it doesn't feel like he has much of a fever anymore. "Good to see you're still breathing, partner."

"Jesus, Mac," he grumbles, but doesn't push my hands away. "Could you tone it down a bit. I'm hurtin' here."

"Geez, Rabb. I wasn't that loud." I laugh, not taking any offense. Harm is notorious for his bad moods when he isn't feeling well. But I have to admit he doesn't look good. His face is pale and he hasn't shaved in a while, his nose is red and chafed, and it doesn't help that he has a serious case of bed-head. Of course I still find him absolutely adorable. There is a collection of used kleenex in the waste can beside the couch, the box half empty on the coffee table- along with dirty dishes, empty seven up cans, newspapers and there's a big bowl - which I assume wasn't being used to make food - sitting on the floor next to him. Good thing I came over, I think to myself. He needs me.

"I'm sorry about the mess...and I must look like shit," he says after noticing me take inventory. Self consciously he starts to try and smooth down his wild hair. How cute is that?

"No problem, you poor sick baby," I say in my sassiest little girl voice. "That's what I'm here for. You have to have somebody take care of you. I've got some treats for you and I'll get your place cleaned up a bit while I'm here."

* * *

Amazingly I was right about the soup and Mac has brought me a couple of videos as well. Think she threw in "The Wedding Planner" as a hint I should get my love life together? I'm sure she brought that one for us to watch together, damn chick flick. The rest of the videos are okay though. She also brought me the latest copy of FHM, even though, in her words, it's "cheap, tasteless crap." But ever since seeing that half-naked layout of the that actress that reminds me so much of Mac, I've been hooked.

"Thanks, Mac. I was starting to go insane just flipping channels." I better show my appreciation before she kicks my ass.

She looks over at the television and I see the smirk spread across her face. "I can't believe you're actually watching a soap. This is too much. I'm gonna have to tell Sturgis and Bud."

"You better not..." I start to threaten before another coughing fit cuts me short. I don't want her telling our friends anything. It totally sucks that with us both working in the same place, we hang out with the same group. She knows almost everyone I know. Talk about your bad luck.

"God, you sound like you're gonna hack up a lung. Can I get you anything?" she asks, truly concerned.

"Some of that soup would be nice," I say, and then groan. "Damn it, I wish whatever the hell this is would just go away!"

"Soup coming right up," Mac practically sings as she disappears into the kitchen. The sound of pots being moved around makes me wince. I feel like I have a world class fucking hangover. Pulling my robe tighter around me, I can't help but feel a little self-conscious that it's all I'm wearing. Christ, I really am in no shape to play the gracious host. But what the hell, it's only Mac. She's seen me in worse condition. She's not expecting to be entertained. And not so long ago we saw each other naked. Okay, okay, almost naked.

I look over at her, buzzing around my kitchen and the smile spreads across my lips before I can stop it. I can't help remembering that day a couple of weeks ago when we both saw more of each other than we ever had before. And that's really saying something considering I saw her in that bikini she wore with Bugme on Manley Beach.

It was all perfectly innocent really. Mac was stuck over here late one night after one of our working dinners because of the abnormal winter weather that's been hammering D.C. this year. It was really bad out and I didn't think she had any business being out in the weather in her ‘Vette, which then of course lead to the "I'm a Marine, I can handle it" speech. Well, needless to say, I won the argument.

She stayed and along with it I got one of the most spectacular memories I've ever had. One I had only dreamed about before. Mac coming out of my shower and walking into my bedroom covered in nothing but "little raindrops" as Renee once put it. In actuality it was raindrops and a strategically placed towel just covering the front of her, the silhouette of her bare backside completely visible. She obviously hadn't expected me to be in there and I hadn't planned on being in there. I thought I could change and get out before she finished showering.

Nope. She caught me with my pants down, literally. Thank God I at least had my boxers on...well, not really on. They just happened to be wadded up along with a pair of sweats and strategically placed in front of me. We just stood there and stared at each other. She looked absolutely gorgeous. Feeling myself getting aroused by the beauty before me, I stammered an apology, not even bothering to hide my bare ass as I fled the room as fast as I could before she could see the effect she was having on me. Even now the image stirs something primal in me.

"It'll be ready in a few minutes," she says, coming back over to the couch, knocking me out of my memories. "So are you getting any better at all?"

"Nooo," I moan dramatically. "I stopped throwing up, and don't have the runs anymore, but I hurt all over."

* * *

I almost laugh out loud at Harm's predictable complaining. "Thanks for the very...um, vivid description." Harm snorts, acknowledging my disgust. Funny how a little bit of discomfort can turn a big, full-grown man into such a wimp. From my experience with past boyfriends, it seems to be a common transformation. "Come on, Harm, you were out in a blizzard. Tell me you didn't expect to at least get a cold."

"A cold, yeah; the Black Death, no."

Oh brother."Here," I say, getting down on my knees in front of the couch. " The soup won't be ready for a bit so let me give the poor, suffering invalid a little massage."

I give good massages. My ex-boyfriends and fiancé will vouch for that. And Harm definitely looks like he needs some kind of distraction. He rolls over onto his side slightly so that's where I start. I bend over and start kneading the base of his neck and shoulders.

"Uhh," he grunts when he feels the contact and his eyes close. Okay, this seems to be working.

I've always loved Harm's strong shoulders. I have a thing for good shoulders on a man. Nice, detailed shoulders. He's always had an incredible body, even when he looked like a "stickboy". Harm works out and you can tell. I push my finger tips up into the back of Harm's hair.

He grunts again, letting some of the tension drain out of his body.

"That's it," I coo at him. "Just relax and let me work out some of those aches and pains."

"Mmm-hmm," he murmurs.

He has a nice, strong neck too.

* * *
Oh...my...God...that feels good! I almost told Mac to stop at first. My skin has that super-sensitive, almost-raw feeling to it, but the pressure on my aching muscles feels incredible. Christ, how long has it been since I've felt a woman's touch? There is just something about that gentle-but-firm touch a man just can't reproduce. And a woman seems to know how to find all the right spots. Oohhh yes...her fingers going up the back of my neck sends a wave of sensation through me.

And then I notice the warmth in my groin.

Holy shit! I think I'm beginning to get an erection... and this loose robe is definitely not going to hide it or hold it back. Great! Just great. Mac will notice it I'm sure.
For a split second I hover in limbo, wanting her to continue, but thinking I should stop her because I am going to be embarrassed if I don't. And then, in one of those fateful moments where irreversible choices are made, I decide to stay still and do nothing about it. I'm going to get hard as a rock whether she stops or continues. So her touch is turning me on. So what? I'm sick, I feel like crap, and the massage feels soo good. If Mac can't handle it, well that's just too damn bad.

Somehow the decision speeds up my heart, which only makes me begin to throb and rise more quickly. All the feverish heat in my body seems to flood into my groin. Well that settles it; it's too late now because I'm already there.

I hold my breath as Mac leans over further, her kneading hands moving slowly down my chest. Then she stops abruptly and then starts again. Jesus! She must see what she's doing to me. It's not like I can hide it.

* * *

You can't imagine the weird sense of shock that comes over me when I see Harm getting hard. For some inexplicable reason I keep massaging him, even though I know I should probably stop. We haven't ever really talked about "us" and this could really complicate things later.

But I am absolutely fascinated by the rising tent in his robe, watching it get higher and higher with each stroke. I can actually see him grow larger with every heartbeat. I don't think I' ve ever had such a splendid view of any man before. From the first moment I touched his body it stirred, without me actually touching "it". In a strange way I'm flattered that just my slightest touch is having this effect on him.

And it just keeps on growing. My God, how big is it going to get? Is Harm going to let it get totally hard without even trying to hide it? He has to know I can see it! Or maybe he's too sick to notice... or care. Yeah right! Like he wouldn't notice...that.

A little, warm shudder runs through me. Suddenly I want to see how far he is going to let this go. How far can I push before he puts on the brakes like he always does? I guess we'll see. I lean forward just a bit more and slide my hands down his sides, around his waist and up then back up his chest, massaging his pecs. I can feel his breathing turn ragged and my own breath hitches in my lungs.

The tension in the air is so thick you could cut it with a knife...

* * *

"Ahhh, Mac..." I can't suppress a little moan of delight as Mac's hands begin rubbing my chest again. I'm still waiting for her to tell me I am a pig and pull away, because my arousal is blatantly obvious now.

It's then I realize I don't want her to stop because it just feels so damn good...so very, very good. I have been in hell for the last five days and now this. Pure heaven.

Her hands move outwards, gently nudging my robe apart. The terrycloth moves a bit to one side, inadvertently rubbing over the swollen, ultra-sensitive head of my cock. Oh God, I was not ready for that. The raw shock almost makes me sit bolt upright. She's going to do it. She really is going to do it. Almost as if reading my mind her hands stop and move back to the middle of my chest.

Okay this is new. Mac has seen me just about every way there is to see a person...but I'm pretty sure she's never seen me fully aroused. Is it possible she wants to? My mind just can't seem to wrap around the possibility that she might want to go through with this. It almost seems like too much to ask; that she wants me as much as I want her.

"Relax..." she whispers in my ear, her breath tickling my skin before pushing me back onto the couch. "Just let whatever happens happen, Harm."

Her words send a jolt of electricity throughout my body. Let whatever happens happen? I can't believe this. Her fingers are massaging my temples now, but they may as well be caressing my balls. There is now only one way this is going to end.

* * *

Wow! This is so...wow! So Jordan wasn't lying after all. I had originally wrote that whole conversation off as her vain attempt to make me jealous, which at the time it worked. But now...I can't help staring at the impressive piece of equipment straining up from his lap, barely hidden under his robe. It's bigger than anything I've previously had experience with. Briefly the thought flashes through my mind that I have no idea how in the hell im going to handle...that.

Okay, so now I'm getting turned on. My surprisingly un-shy partner knows I've seen his erection and he knows I'm not offended or going to stop this little game we've started. Poor "Mr. Bed-head" is obviously enjoying the pleasures of my massage a little too much to care about even trying to hide his reaction. At least I'm making him forget about his aches and pains...although it looks like other...um...parts of him must be aching now.

Oh what the hell am I doing?

I don't want to answer that question. I just want to feel his incredible body beneath my fingertips. So, instead of stopping I run my fingers through the hair on his chest, and this time I turn the heat up another notch and gently pinch his nipples..

"Oh Christ..." he grunts. "You have amazing hands, Mac."

"Well, you've got...some pretty amazing stuff there yourself, Harm," I say without thinking. All of a sudden my chest is tight. I feel my breath catch as my probing fingers slide over his ribs, close to the knot keeping his robe together. Hell, it isn't really tied at all, only cinched. It would probably come apart without much effort at all.

* * *

Okay. I can't be any more turned on than I am now. I'm as solid as a rock. That pinch to my nipples sent that final surge right up my shaft.

Now Mac's fingers are trying to nudge my robe apart again as they move lower. Not that it matters. I may as well be naked. The only thing left covered is my erection and it's certainly not hiding. For a split second I think she's going to slide her hands under my belt and make a grab for me, but they stop. My sudden disappointment makes me realize I actually want her to do just that.

I do...that's what I want. I want her to touch me. I want her to wrap her hand around me and jerk me off until I cum. Her fingers feel like fire on me, tracing that line of hair that leads right to where I want her. I can't help spreading my thighs wider. Go ahead, reach down and do it, Mac. Do it...

I don't dare open my eyes, breathe or speak for fear of breaking this spell that's weaving around us.

* * *

I smile when I see Harm's legs jerk apart. I love the little erotic rush of power that fills me when a man has become putty in my hands. It is suddenly very satisfying to have Harm at my mercy like this. I love him to death, but he has led me on for so long it's kinda nice to turn the tables for once.

I can't resist his open legs. "Don't move," I whisper the command, giving his chest one last squeeze and walk down to the end of the couch.

He doesn't move a muscle. In fact it looks like he's holding his breath...or maybe he's dead. Wouldn't that suck?! I quickly discover he is very much alive and well when I kneel down and slide my hands up the insides of his knees, smoothing my hands over the soft skin of his inner thighs. His whole body jumps at my touch, a deep grunt coming out of his mouth. But once again he makes no effort to stop me or push me away.

I gulp as I look between his thighs. My hands have lifted and spread the robe enough to see his balls. It looks as if he's about ready to explode.

The suspense is killing me. I have to see all of him. I feel his thighs quiver and shake as my fingers knead their way up.

* * *

Oh God!

Mac...Sarah...she's going to touch me. Her hands are moving up my thighs and they don't feel like they're ever going to stop and I really, really hope they don't. Every time her fingers squeeze a little higher I moan. The pressure in my cock feels like it's going to split the skin wide open. And then, in one quick motion her hands slide up and tug at the belt and fling open my robe.

"Oh yeahhhh..." I cry out and my eyes squeeze shut as air rushes over my naked body. "Please...please, Mac," I'm begging in a whimpering, squeaky voice I don't even recognize. I feel her cool fingers wrap around my hot shaft, gripping me tightly, making my breath stick in my throat.

"Wow..." I hear her say. Wow is right.

* * *

"Oh wow..."

I can't help repeating my expression of amazement as I grip Harm's cock. I have never seen such an incredibly big, beautiful thing in my life. I hadn't intended to touch it right away, but when he sprang into view, right in front of me, my hand just reached for it. Maybe I wasn't sure it was real. Maybe I just needed reassurance that this is really happening.

Oh hell, who am I kidding?

This most impressive specimen of the male anatomy is definitely no illusion...he is breathtakingly beautiful. I can feel it pulsing under my fingers and all I can do is wonder what he would feel like inside of me. But I want to taste him first. What to do, what to do...

My brain stops functioning. Why worry about it? I'll just do both. But that's just it. I have to make a move soon, before Harm has a chance to think about what's happening to him and runs screaming into the night. So hmm...my mouth has been hanging open since I flung apart his robe, so I simply lean forward and wrap my lips around the swollen mushroom tip.

* * *

Oh yeehaaaw! Mac's mouth gives me the biggest jolt of my life! The last thing I expected today, hell make that this century, was for Mac to ever suck my cock. But here it is. Every part of my body is super sensitive from whatever it is that has plagued me the last week. But as her lips work me I realize that now it was all worth it. And if the truth be told, I'm feeling better now than I have in a long time.

My upper body snaps forward helplessly when her hands cup my balls. I desperately try to cry out but my throat isn't working at all. My hands clutch at something, anything, to hang on to but I can't find anything so I flop back against the couch. Her mouth is already busy swirling, sucking, licking, working more and more of me into her warm, wet mouth. Where the hell did she learn how to do this so well? Never mind; it's not important.

Her hand begins to tug on the base of my cock, milking me, taking me deeper. Oh fuck...oh yeah...I'm going to cum. It's totally selfish but I'm going to let her finish this...

* * *

What a mouthful! He tastes better than I could have ever imagined. I'm trying to be gentle with him but it's virtually impossible! Especially since I want to get as much of him into my mouth as I can. It's definitely a challenge...a completely irresistible challenge. God damn it, I'll show him. I suddenly have the urge to show Harmon Rabb exactly what he's been missing for the last seven years.

I fight the gag reflex as I plunge him down my throat and reach my tight lips along his thick shaft. I'll give him an experience he'll never forget!

I slide my free hand under his scrotum and give him a little squeeze. I can feel him tightening and I know he's teetering on the edge. I'm just as excited. I'm about to find out exactly what my Flyboy really tastes like...

* * *

I have to see her. I have to watch the amazing things she's doing to me. No one has ever been able to deep throat me, ever. Somehow the knowledge that my Marine can only adds to the excitement of this moment.

Her hands and her throat are caressing me, each stroke drawing out the inevitable. This feels incredible...it feels...wrong. Wait, this is all wrong. I don't want it to end like this.

* * *

I don't usually let men cum in my mouth. But Harm isn't just any man. I want all he's got to give me.

He's moaning more now than when I first got here, but I guarantee it's not because he's feeling sick . And then I feel his shaft tense and swell. Christ, he's gonna split my jaw apart! That's okay, I'm ready. Bring it on, Flyboy...

But it never comes. Instead he pulls out of my mouth.

"Mac...stop." he pants. "This isn't...it isn't right."

I can't help it. Tears well up in my eyes. He doesn't want this. He doesn't want me.

* * *

Mac turns away abruptly, but not before I see the tears in her eyes.

Oh no. Shit...she thinks..."Mac, I...it's not that I don't want..."

She cuts me off, swiping angrily at the tears that have spilled out onto her cheeks with the back of her hands. "Forget it, Harm. I...I understand. Really."

No she doesn't. "No, Mac, I don't think you do." She doesn't understand at all.

Turning slightly she looks up at me with those big doe eyes of hers then sniffs loudly. "Then explain it to me," she says shyly, looking down once more.

Without another thought I lean forward and whisper, "How about I show you instead?"

Her head darts up, her eyes wide with curiosity and wonder. Managing as best I can I give her a reassuring smile, letting her know without any more words that I'm about to give the go ahead to what we've both wanted for so long.

As she sits there staring at me, reality creeps up on me with all the subtlety of a steam roller. I'm sitting on my couch, robe hanging open and fully aroused...and I haven't showered since yesterday or shaved in at least two days. Call me vain, but even knowing that Mac has seen me at my worst this is not how I expected to look the first time we...I just can't go any further without taking care of some things.

The self conscious hand I run over my unruly hair doesn't go unnoticed by her. I watch as her eyes dart back and forth between my spiky hair and my naked lap. After a few moments I hear a very peculiar sound; Sarah Mackenzie just giggled.

I find I'm slightly offended. "I'm glad you find this funny," I growl, wanting to be mad at her but then I hear what sounds suspiciously like a snort and I can't help but find her laughter infectious.

"Oh come on, Harm. You have to admit that it's kind of funny. You're just so damn cute." I'm somewhat placated but when I don't answer I feel her fingertips feather up my calves, running up the insides of my thighs as she moves back between my legs. I look on as she eyes my cock, licking her lips in what seems like anticipation. Oh man. "I thought you said you were going to show me something, Flyboy."

A fraction of a second before my lips meet hers I mumble, "I've got plenty to show you, Mac."

Hygiene is almost completely forgotten when our mouths do meet and it's like touching two live wires together. Electricity shoots through my body, and I practically growl in my hunger for this woman. I have to touch her. I need to touch her. Vaguely the thought passes through my mind that kissing Mac probably isn't the best idea where her health is concerned, but I push it aside. Right now I don't give a damn. As bad as I've felt this past week, I couldn't turn this opportunity down if I wanted to. And I don't want to; not at all. This encounter has been too long in coming, that's for damn sure.

It's as if she can read my mind because a split second later she murmurs against my lips, "You'll probably have to nurse me back to health after this is all over but damn, this is so worth it."

That's all I needed to hear. I have no idea where it comes from but I wrap my arms around her, and with what seems like super-human strength, I lift her up and almost cum right then and there when her jeans drag and scrape along my cock. "Holy shit, Mac," I practically shout before grabbing the back of her head and bringing her back for a hungry kiss.

*****

Somewhere, in the back of my mind, there's a little voice that's trying to tell me I should stop this. I think I'll just ignore it because this feels sooo right. For the first time in my relationship with this man I'm not going to stop and think about responsibilities, regulations and all of the reasons why we shouldn't be right here, on his couch, about to make love for the first time. I'm just going to go for it, take a chance, and hope and pray he doesn't regret this in the morning.

Our tongues meet and mate, tangling together while his hands roam over my back just underneath my shirt causing goosebumps to breakout all over my body. I've never heard Harm talk or act like he has tonight; he's usually the epitome of control, the Navy's poster boy. But right now, that control is almost completely gone. And it's all because of me. Somehow that knowledge makes me even hotter for this man.

The real world seems to melt away and all that exists is the heat between his body and mine. Breaking our kiss I run my fingers and my mouth across his chest, the hair there tickling my lips. I reach a nipple and tease it with the tip of my tongue. Once it's wet, I blow on it and the sudden cold makes him cringe. He groans, knowing that I'll continue the torture if he doesn't divert me. He grabs my ass, pulling me tightly against him. My eyes fly to his and I see it all written there. We both know exactly how this is going to end.

He leans down to kiss me again and I take the opportunity to throw my arms around his neck . He lifts me with him off the couch and I put my legs around his hips. We only make it a couple of steps before I realize he doesn't really have the strength to be carrying me like this, although you'd never hear him admit it. I unwrap my legs and slide down him but he doesn't let go of me, holding me gently but firmly against him.

He only pulls back for a moment, only long enough to pull my shirt over my head and throw it onto the floor. I smile and watch his face light up as his fingertips trace the lacy pattern of my bra. I am so glad I listened to whatever voice told me to wear the Victoria's Secret tonight.

My nipples harden in response to the feather-light touches dancing over the swells of my breasts. He has such beautiful hands. Seeing them touching me...I take a deep breath and rock my hips, pressing myself closer to his exposed erection. His hands move to my hips, holding me in a bruising grip. Oh how I want him!

****

Okay, I have one of two choices. I can go for the bra, and finally see what I've only been dreaming about for forever. Or, I can go for the jeans, and see the matching set before I get her completely naked.

Decisions, decisions.

My eyes dart quickly over the wine colored lace covering her breasts and my decision is made. I definitely need to see the panties.

My fingers curl inside of the waistband of her jeans, pulling her closer before fumbling with the button. It gives way easily and immediately I'm pulling down the zipper. My hands glide around her sides and down over her hips inside of the denim, pushing the fabric down her long legs. When they puddle at her feet she steps out of them, kicking them to the side.

Oh yeah! This was definitely worth waiting for. She's every word my pre-adolescent mind has ever thought of and some that my now more mature nature can appreciate. Oh hell, mature nothing. She's hot!

"That's some underwear you have there, Marine." I make no attempt to hide the lust I know she can see written all over my face.

My hard nosed, Jarhead partner turns into a shy little girl in the space of a second. "You like them?" she asks, walking her fingers up my chest.

Taking that same hand I place it over my hard on and let her see for herself exactly how much I like them. "What do you think?"

Purring she pumps my shaft, squeezing me between her fingers. "Mmm...I'd say you got a *big* problem there, Sailor."

All at once my earlier thoughts pop back into my head. "I need a shower, Mac. You up for it?"

She giggles again. I swear that is one of the sexiest sounds I've ever heard. "I'd say you're definitely *up* for it, Harm."

I can't help but laugh. "You're just a laugh a minute tonight. But you're right. I'm definitely up for it," I say while walking her backwards toward my bedroom, heading towards the shower.

****

Could this man get any more sexy? I mean really. We're here in his bathroom, me in my underwear and him in his still open ratty old robe, while he shaves the scruff that has built up on his face for the last couple of days. Damn! I mean he brushed his teeth and I thought I was going to lose it. Now...he even makes shaving look sexy. I don't remember Mic's shaving ever having this much of an effect on me.

I know it may seem vain for Harm to go to all this trouble just to have sex with me, but I know my Flyboy. This was going to bug the crap out of him until it was taken care of. Like I care. I'll take him any way I can get him. But unfortunately, that's just Harm being Harm.

And so, here I sit on the toilet lid, watching his every move with a dreamy expression on my face like some love sick teenager. And I am in love with him, however I think I'm going to hold on to that little piece of information for just a little while longer. Don't need to scare him to death before I get what I want.

He glances at me out of the corner of his eyes every so often, I guess to make sure I'm still here.

Yep! I'm here...and wishing he'd hurry the hell up.

When he's done, he wipes the rest of the shaving cream off of his face before turning to me with that bone melting grin. I can't help it. The breath catches in the back of my throat.

Knowing exactly what he's doing to me he walks over to the shower, turning it on before turning back to me. His robe drops off of him in slow motion. I stare, open mouthed at the sight before me. Harmon Rabb Jr., completely nude and fully aroused. Oh my...

"You going to join me or just sit and stare?"

His husky rumble rolls over me and again my skin tingles in anticipation. "I'm going to watch you." That really wasn't what I was going to say but now that I think about it, it has definite possibilities.

With a quirked eyebrow, Harm doesn't question me he just moves into the shower. Reaching for the shampoo he quickly lathers his hair, scrubbing briskly before letting the spray rinse it away. I watch in fascination as the soap treks down his chiseled frame. His arms, his chest, over that six pack...his very impressive manhood and further down, thighs, calves...damn, even his ankles are incredible.

When he goes for the soap I actually have to remind myself to breathe. He lathers his whole body, paying special attention to his erection. He knows I'm watching every move.
Our eyes locked, he strokes himself, his own hand pumping up and down his shaft. I can feel the wetness pooling under me as I squirm, trying to find some kind of relief.
Without even thinking my hand drifts down my body, my fingers slipping under the elastic of my panties...

****

Mary, mother of God!

That's it I can't stand this any more.
Shutting off the water, I don't even bother with a towel as I head straight for her. Her eyes get as big as saucers when I make a grab for her. "Harm?"

"Now. I need you now." I pull her up to me and take her mouth, my tongue pushing past her lips.

Dragging her back to my bed, I push her onto her back, rolling slightly to the side as I come down with her. I don't want to crush her. We roll and toss together, each of us trying to kiss and touch as much of the other as we can. There's a fever burning inside me that I've never felt before, a hunger to possess the woman beneath me that's writhing and moaning my name. The few garments she had on are now history and I am now able to feel every inch of her bare body, her skin on fire from my touch.

I suck her nipples, alternating back and forth between each breast, sucking as much of her in as I can. Her taste, her smell...I'm intoxicated by her. I move down her body, nibbling her flesh as I go, until I'm there. That dark tangle of black curls draws me in and like a starving man I feast on her. She spreads her legs wider, offering me all she has and I take it.

My tongue circles around her clit and she bucks up to meet me. Her lower body begins thrusting in time to each move I make, every swipe of my tongue, every thrust of my fingers inside her. I suck her deep into my mouth and that's all it takes. Release floods her body and she shouts out my name.

Without giving her time to recover I'm covering her, my body seeking out her warm, wet heat.

I stare down into her eyes, those eyes that have always held the key to my soul. I see her plea there in those deep, dark pools before I even hear the words. "Take me, Harm. Come inside me."

With that, I'm buried in her as deep as I can be. We both cry out; the pleasure is so intense. There's no way I could keep still now; I don't have a choice. My body isn't my own any more. The pace is set, every thrust in rhythm with the blood pounding through my veins. Our bodies tighten in unison as the edge of our cliff nears.

"You're mine. You know that don't you?" I demand. I want her to know that after tonight she'll never belong to anyone else.

"Yes," she barely murmurs.

"Say it. Say you're mine, Sarah," I whisper savagely.

"I'm yours, Harm. I've always been yours," she shouts as her body convulses around me.

That's all it takes. One more thrust and I'm there, emptying everything I am into her.

It's a long time later when I finally gather enough strength to move off of her, pulling her with me. I need to touch her, to make sure that this really just happened and I'm not in some drug induced hallucination.

"I'm real, Harm." I swear it's scary. It's like she really can read my mind.

Still, I kiss her just to be sure, unable to just take her word for it. "I'm glad," I say still nibbling on her bottom lip.

"Really," she replies, breathlessly, as I move to nip at her earlobe. "I got the impression you weren't very happy to see me when I got here tonight."

"On the contrary," I reply, rolling her on top of me, hearing her gasp as she realizes I'm ready for her again. "I think you were just what the doctor ordered."

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