By Becky
After her extended leave of absence because of a crisis in Fresno, California,
Mac finally returned home. She was emotionally drained from the trip since
it resulted in seeing both her father and mother after more than fifteen
years. While at the Sacred Heart, she learned some things about her father
that she never associated with Joseph MacKenzie before. Even with the way
he treated her throughout her teenage years and calling her his ‘stupid
tramp daughter’, Joe MacKenzie was proud of Mac. She overcame his failure
as a father and excelled in her life as a Marine Major and a lawyer in
the military. It just hurt her because he didn’t know any other way to
love someone. He might’ve abused her verbally, but made a home for her,
unlike her mother who abandoned Mac when she was fifteen years old.
Before Mac left, she and Harm had a talk and he threw out some explanations
that she never once thought about before. Mac realized how much influence
her father had on her, although she denied it all her life. All that Joseph
MacKenzie was to her was a drunken sonofabitch, who made her life for two
years a living hell. Mac never thought of influences, but Harm found a
few after only being her friend for a little over three years. It amazed
her a bit to know that Harm cared that much about her to listen to what
she said about her past, whenever she opened up to him.
Mac sighed deeply, amazed that the thoughts from the past few days took
over her mind completely. So many things happened while in Fresno that
her brain was on information overload.
She curled up on the couch and leafed through the numerous cards from
the staff at JAG, as well as her friends. The one from Harm stopped her
cold. The front was a picture of two roses and on the inside it read, ‘Friends
help each other in time of need’. Tears formed at the corners of her eyes
even before she read what Harm wrote for her. The card was true for the
both of them---they were always there for each other whenever things got
bad for them.
Mac followed Harm to Russia when he went in search of his father. He
helped her during Dalton’s death and when she fell off the wagon briefly
during that time. Yet, nothing more came out of their friendship---no relationship
between the two of them because neither of them wanted to lose what they
had together. But Mac would risk all that now after what Jordan said to
her---she would be with Harm until Mac decided that she wanted him. Jordan
happened to be right. She and Harm shared something that no other two people
had---a trust and love for each other that nothing could break. Mac realized
all those things while out in California. She had a reckoning with her
own soul and decided to do some things when she returned. One of them concerned
Harm and their friendship together.
Mac again found herself lost in thoughts and returned to reality. She
got back to Harm’s card and started reading what he wrote, savoring every
word.
<Mac- I hope that your trip to California was soul healing
and you kept an open mind when visiting your father. I know that you had
a not-so-great childhood, but I wanted you to be able to put aside your
feelings and hear what he had to say. I never got to say goodbye to my
father the way that I wanted to. I hope that you got to say goodbye in
your own way. I’m here for you if you ever need to talk about it. Hope
you like the flowers as well.
Your Friend Always, Harm>
She wiped the few stray tears from her eyes after reading Harm’s note.
He had a way of saying just the right thing to her. She put the card back
in the envelope and admired the flowers that he sent her. They were extremely
beautiful and it made her heart swell just from the fact that he cared
that much about her.
The ringing of the phone startled her and she answered it on the third
ring, "MacKenzie."
"Mac, it’s me, Harm. How are you doing?" Harm’s voice was a gentle tone
in her ear.
"I’m all right. Just got back from California." She responded softly.
"I can call back later if you want. You’re probably tired and want to get
some sleep before work tomorrow." Harm stuttered.
Mac broke in quickly, "No...no, it’s all right. If you want to come
over, we can talk about my trip and catch up on things. I’ll fix us some
dinner. Please say yes, because I need a friend right now."
She heard a hesitant sound on the other end and figured that he already
had plans with Jordan. "Mac, I’ll be over in fifteen minutes. We’ll catch
up one things and I’ll listen to everything you need to get off you chest."
"If you have plans with Jordan, I’ll understand."
"It’s all right, Mac. Jordan and I had a fall-out while you were away.
We decided that the relationship wasn’t going anywhere. I’ll tell you the
whole story once I get there." Harm explained.
"All right, see you then." Mac said before they hung up at the same
time. She then thought about what he just told her. Him and Jordan weren’t
together anymore. They might have a chance together, if he felt the same
way about her. He always showed her trust, compassion, and love on their
investigations, but how deep did those feelings go for him?
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
1530 EST
A knock sounded at the door while Mac was in the kitchen. She figured
it was Harm and he had his own key to her apartment for emergency reasons.
She heard the key in the lock and then Harm’s voice that brought a smile
to Mac’s face. When she was in California, she missed having her best friend
near by to help her through that troubling time. Yet, it was also something
she needed to do on her own----conquer her demons.
Harm’s voice broke through her thoughts, "Hey, Mac. What are you doing
in here?"
"Trying to figure out what to make for dinner. But, there’s nothing
around." Mac faced him and leaned against the counter.
"Well, we can order in then. You did not have to cook for me. What are
you in the mood for? Pizza or Chinese?" His signature smile lit up his
face and she couldn’t help but smile as well. Harm had that effect on her---always
knew a way to bring a smile to her face and make her feel better.
"I think pizza will be suffice for my mood. After you order, we can
start talking because I believe we both need it." She pushed herself away
from the counter and sauntered out of the kitchen with Harm following close
behind.
"You’re telling me. I’m sure my last few days have been almost as stressful
as yours." He caused a small chuckle from Mac. "Why don’t you get comfortable
while I order the pizza?" Harm picked up the phone and dialed the number.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Ten Minutes Later
"So, what happened between you and Jordan?" Mac tucked her legs underneath
her and faced Harm on the couch.
A deep sigh escaped his lips while he pondered Mac’s question. How would
he tell her that the reason Jordan broke up with him was because of her?
Would Mac understand or would she become intimidated of his feelings? He
couldn’t hide his feelings any longer, but he wanted to take this slower
than his other relationships because this one mattered the most to him.
"Well, Mac, you wouldn’t believe it even if you were there yourself."
She wondered why he was stalling. It could not that bad, could it? "Harm,
it’s not that bad, is it? Please, tell me what happened between you and
Jordan. Why did you break up with her?"
"First off, you got it backwards. She broke up with me. She told me
that she was jealous of our friendship and the amount of time we were together.
I told her we were just friends and partners---nothing more, nothing less.
Nonetheless, Jordan didn’t believe me and stormed out of my apartment.
The end of another failed relationship." Harm took a sip of his water.
"I’m so sorry, Harm. I know you wanted this one to last. I don’t mean
to make your girlfriends jealous," she added with a smile.
Harm returned the smile before responding, "What is it with us, Mac?
Why can’t we have long-term relationships with significant others that
aren’t jealous of either one of us?"
"I don’t know, Harm. God knows we’ve tried over the last three years
that we’ve been friends." She ran her fingers through her tousled hair
while she really thought about Harm’s question.
He was right about their significant others being jealous of both of
them. Jordan was the most insecure about Mac and her friendship with Harm.
Mac did not know how she made Harm’s girlfriends feel better about her
and that she wasn’t a threat to them. But they never believed her.
"What are you thinking about, Marine? Something intense?" Harm asked
as he scooted closer to her on the couch. Mac noticed the movement but
said nothing.
"Just about what Jordan said to me at Bud and Harriet’s ‘wet-down’ party.
She thought I was a threat and I tried to reassure her, but she didn’t
believe me."
Harm’s hand settled on her thigh as he spoke, "What did she say to you
that night?"
The air in her lungs left in a huge rush, but it went unnoticed by Harm.
Somehow, she found her voice, "She told me that she would only be with
you until I decided that I wanted you for myself."
"Jordan said that? I can’t imagine her saying that to you. I knew she
was jealous, but never that much." Harm was flabbergasted.
The doorbell interrupted their conversation. The pizza had arrived---a
diversion for the both of them since the sexual tension was enough to send
the apartment up in flames. Mac jumped up quickly and answered the door.
After paying the delivery boy, she carried the box over to the coffee table.
They started eating in silence, just observing each other and remembering
the good times before they both had their problems right now.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
1700 EST
Mac had her feet propped on Harm’s lap as he gently massaged them. She
felt like she was in heaven, floating on air. She forgot how wonderful
Harm was with his hands. Her head leaned back against the arm of the couch
and her eyes closed slowly, giving in completely to the heart-stopping
sensations he was sending through her body.
At the other end of the couch, Harm observed Mac in a whole new light.
No longer did he see her as just his best friend, but also as a woman---a
breath-taking, beautiful, and sensual woman. Yes, he was attracted to her.
He just never noticed the attraction until now. He loved the soft sighs
coming from her lips, her slender neck, but most of all, her smile. In
the past ninety minutes, he has managed to make her smile a lot, considering
the mood she should be in after burying her father. Harm had never seen
a smile more beautiful---it lit up every room she was in and it was truly
amazing.
"You want to talk about California?" His voice was a low whisper while
he continued to massage her feet.
"Not really, but I need to get it out of my system. As you told me,
I went with an open mind." Mac opened her eyes and looked at Harm. His
eyes were gentle and had a touch of tenderness. She added with hesitance,
"My mother was there as well."
"How was that for you?" He knew how she felt about her mother from what
she told him about her past.
A small chuckle came from her lips, her own way for dealing with the
bundle of nerves that formed while Harm’s fingers danced over the soles
of her feet, comforting her. "Well, it’s a little bit hard to describe,
but it was a learning experience."
"Did you two talk about her leaving while you were a teenager?"
"Yes, it came up. She told me her reason for leaving so abruptly when
I was fifteen. I know the truth now and in a way, I understand what she
felt; knowing my father and all." Mac reached down and clasped one of his
hands in hers.
Harm’s thumb gently caressed the soft skin of her palm, while he asked
the hardest question for Mac to answer, "How did it go with your father?"
"Ah, the trump question." Mac sighed deeply before continuing with her
answer, "It was more than a learning experience---more like a soul healing
phenomenon that took me by surprise. Harm, my father was proud of what
I became in life---had newspaper clippings of me throughout the years that
I’ve been at JAG and all.
"It surprised me so much because he never showed love or affection towards
me---just called me his ‘stupid tramp daughter’, but I made my father proud.
In a way, I felt bad about how I treated him the two years I lived with
him. Joe MacKenzie wasn’t a bad man at all; he was a poor man with a tortured
soul who didn’t know any other way to love." Tears trailed down her cheeks
and Harm leaned forward slightly and wiped them away with the thumb of
his free hand.
"Mac, it’s all right to feel ashamed, but it’s also all right to still
hate the part of him that hurt both you and your mother. Your father probably
changed over the years and felt ashamed of his actions while he was younger.
It’s been known to happen. Time doesn’t always heal all wounds, but it
does change people." Harm whispered as he pulled Mac onto his lap, her
face settling into the curve of his neck.
Mac inhaled the strong masculine scent of Harmon Rabb as she wrapped
her arms around his middle, drawing comfort from him. "Thank you for being
here, Harm. It means a lot for me."
"I know, Sarah. I know," he whispered in her ear as he slowly rocked
them together, lulling the both of them to sleep in each other’s arms.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
0100 EST
A distant car horn brought Mac out of her peaceful sleep. She and Harm
were still lying on the couch, wrapped in each other’s arms. Her head lay
against the strong wall of his chest, rising slightly in time with his
breathing and she was still snuggled on his lap, in the same place after
he pulled her there upon telling him about California. Mac gently disengaged
herself from Harm’s arms and strolled over to the window overlooking her
neighborhood.
Harm still slept peacefully on the couch and she occasionally watched
him. She never noticed it before, but he almost looked like a little boy
while sleeping. He just had that innocence that wasn’t present when he
was awake. Harmon Rabb definitely wasn’t an innocent person, though he
tried to be with her. The simple mental image brought a small smile to
her lips.
She stood beside the window a few minutes longer before retreating into
her bedroom. She wanted Harm to get a few hours of sleep before work tomorrow.
She still had leave until Monday, which was five days away. Mac took one
last look at Harm before quietly closing the door and then climbing into
bed. She didn’t know how she would fall asleep without his strong, comforting
arms around her. Even after only a few hours in his arms, she was addicted.
Yet, could she blame herself? What better thing to be addicted of than
Harmon Rabb, Jr. Just the thought of that and the numerous images of him,
helped her drift off to sleep.
~*~*~*~*~*~
0700 EST
She felt a wall of muscle against her back and thought she was dreaming.
Mac certainly went to bed alone---she remembered clearly. Her eyes opened
and scanned the room before settling on the pair of arms wrapped around
her middle and the lithe form lying behind her, spooning against her back.
While her eyes convinced her that it was definitely Harm, her senses let
her
know as well. The light tickle of his breath against the back of her neck,
the sensual feel of his body pressed against hers, and the musky scent
that drifted into her nostrils. Nope, she was not dreaming. This was the
real thing and so much better than her fantasies.
Mac snapped out of her thoughts and realized what time it was. Harm
would be late for work if he didn’t get moving. "Harm, wake up. You’re
going to be late if you don’t get back to your apartment to change." She
rolled over in his arms and faced him.
"Mmm." Harm groaned low in his throat. "Called the Admiral earlier and
told him that I was not coming in today. He allowed it, so I’m here to
stay, Marine." He opened his eyes and stared into her chocolate brown ones.
Her stomach fluttered when he flashed his ‘fly-boy’ grin. Thank goodness,
she was lying down because she felt her knees weakened from the result
of his smile. "So, you’re playing hooky today, Commander."
"Yes, ma’am and I would really like you to spend it with me. We can
go flying in ‘Sarah’, if you like or we can stay in D.C. and do something."
Mac thought about taking a trip in his Stearman, spending the day hiking
through the woods, a picnic in a field. As long as it would be a quiet
trip unlike the last time, where they managed to be mixed up with some
crazy poachers. "How about a trip in ‘Sarah’ today? Just promise that it’ll
be a quiet one. I really don’t want to get shot today."
Harm grimaced inside when she mentioned that last trip. He still regretted
that, and it was over two years ago. He would never put Mac in that much
danger again. He made that promise to himself after the trip. "Sounds wonderful.
Let’s just sleep a little while longer. I’ll even make you breakfast since
we slept together." A devilish grin broke out on his face as he gathered
her closer, nestling her face against his muscular chest.
In a matter of minutes, they were both asleep; wondering what their
trip later would bring them. Mac hoped it would bring her and Harm closer
together than they were---in both friendship and intimately. She hoped
her dreams would come true.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
1145 EST
"Hey, Mac! I’m going to set her down in that field over there!" Harm
shouted over the headset as he pointed to a large clearing off to their
left.
"Sounds good to me, Harm!" Mac replied with a smile on her face.
"You all right back there?"
"Yes, Harm. I only get sick in a Tomcat, not your Stearman." Her response
produced a bout of laughter from him.
A few minutes later, Harm gently set the plane down in the large clearing.
He quickly climbed out of the cockpit, and decided to lend a hand to Mac,
although he knew she did not need any help. He carried the picnic basket
to a nice patch of grass near the plane and set it down. He then spread
out the blanket while Mac carried the small cooler that housed their drinks.
They both sat down beside each other and withdrew the contents of the basket.
"Well, is this what you expected today?" Harm asked while he took out
his salad that he made while he handed Mac her sandwich.
"Yes, this is wonderful. How about we take a walk afterwards?" She said
with a smile before taking a bite of her sandwich.
He gave her a bright smile, "Whatever the lady desires today, she gets."
Mac returned the smile and then resumed eating her lunch. She occasionally
glanced up, stealing some glances at Harm. She had never seen him look
more handsome than he did today, although he only wore a pair of worn,
faded jeans. Of course, they were molded to his body, just like his turtleneck
that he wore underneath the blue flannel that brought out the blue hints
of his eyes.
She found herself paying more attention to Harm than to her sandwich,
when she realized that he was finished eating and she still had half of
hers left. She casually threw out that she was not hungry because of the
breakfast he made for them earlier. Harm might’ve bought it for a moment,
but Mac knew that he didn’t believe her by the look in his eyes. In all
the years, that he knew her, he never once remembered a time when she wasn’t
hungry. Harm’s only thought was what she was thinking about during the
time. If he only knew.
~*~*~*~*~*
1700 EST
They hiked a good distance, enjoying the time together and the easiness
that came with it. Both of them knew they haven’t been this way with each
other for some time---most of it due to Harm’s relationship with Jordan
and the incident involving Chris Ragle. Mac knew that she lost some of
Harm’s trust after Chris’ murder because she did not tell anyone about
her husband. She wanted to forget about that life and leave it completely
in the past. That was one of the reasons for lying to the Marine Corps.
She wanted a new start in life and got it with the Marines. As far as she
was concerned, nothing existed before Eddie’s death, and that’s the way
she wanted it.
Finally they returned to the plane and dusk was just setting in.
Mac knew that Harm couldn’t fly at night, so she wanted to get going before
it got worse for him. Yet, Harm made no move to get the plane ready or
himself. She only wondered what he was doing. He knew that he could not
fly at night, so what was he trying to prove to her?
"Harm, we have to get going before it gets darker."
"No, we don’t, Mac." Harm sighed deeply, knowing he would have to explain
his reasons and what happened while she was in California.
Mac said with a look of confusion on her face, "What are you talking
about, Harm? You know you can’t fly at night because of your eyes."
Harm leaned against the plane while Mac stood in front of him. He wanted
to break it to her easily, but he did not know how to go about it. There
was just no other way to tell, except straight forward. "I got them fixed.
I had an operation while you were in California, Mac. I didn’t have night
blindness---it was scars which caused my bad vision. I’m sorry that I didn’t
tell you last night. I wanted so much, but you had so much on your mind."
She crossed her arms just below her breasts, as she absorbed the information
that Harm just gave her. How could he get this done without telling her?
On the other hand, even think about getting it done? Granted, she had a
lot on her mind last night, but he could have given her the benefit of
the doubt. Back in her mind, Mac knew that she shouldn’t be mad at Harm.
He did have his reasons for keeping it from her---she had kept things from
him as well. He felt bad about it as it was; she should not make him feel
worse.
"Mac, are you mad at me for keeping it from you?" His voice had a slight
quiver in it and it didn’t go unnoticed by Mac.
A smile graced her face before she responded, letting him know that
she wasn’t mad. "Harm, I’m not mad at you. I understand your reasons for
not telling me last night. You thought I had enough to deal with, so you
decided to wait."
"Thanks, Mac. You had me worried." His ‘flyboy’ grin appeared as he
started getting the plane ready for the flight back.
"How about we make a promise right now? Promise that we’ll tell each
other the truth and what’s on our minds, no matter what the circumstances
are." Mac stood in front of Harm, waiting for his answer.
He pulled her into his arms, crushing her against his chest in a tight
hug. Mac inhaled the scent of him, mixed the pine scent, which to her was
intoxicating. His voice was a sweet sound in her ear as he told her his
answer, "I’d say you have a deal, Marine."
"Now, let’s get out of here, so we can go home and have some dinner
at my place." Mac said into his shirt.
Harm did not want to let her go, but he did have to let her eat something.
He loosened his arms around Mac so that she could lean back and look at
him. "Sounds good to me. I know by the time we get back to D.C., you’ll
be hungry again."
"That was mean, Flyboy." She playfully hit him on his chest, before
stepping out of his arms to help him to get everything ready.
Before long, they were on their way to the airfield. In the car ride
back to D.C., Mac fell asleep with her head against the window. Once in
awhile, Harm would glance over at her and he wished that she were really
his, instead of just his best friend. He wanted them to be together so
much that it hurt, but he did not know of her feelings for him. And it
scared him to think that she didn’t love him the way that he loved her.
He hoped that would be a day where they could tell each other about their
feelings and not be afraid of the consequences.
~*~*~*~*~*~*
2100 EST
Their dinner was long done as well as the movie they watched together.
Mac only lasted through half the movie, before she fell asleep in his arms.
She felt so wonderful in his arms, as if she belonged there for all time.
Not that Harm would mind that. Harm gently situated her until he could
comfortably stand with her nestled in his arms. Mac snuggled against the
warmth of his body, her face settling in the curve of his neck, and her
light breath tickling his skin. He then carried her into the bedroom, setting
her gently on the bed as if she was a rare piece of china. Harm pulled
down the covers down just enough to slide her underneath. He tucked the
blankets around her, leaned down and placed a kiss on her forehead, although
he truly wanted to kiss her soft lips. They looked so inviting now, but
he would never take advantage of Mac.
Harm tucked a strand of hair behind her ear before standing tall again.
He turned to leave the bedroom, but stopped when he felt a hand on his
arm. He looked down and saw a pair of chocolate brown eyes staring up at
him.
“Harm, please don’t go.” Her voice was a mere whisper.
He sat down on the edge of the bed and trailed a hand down her cheek,
“I would love to stay, Mac, but I’ve got to work tomorrow. If I do not
go in, the Admiral would have my six for breakfast.”
“I’ll call the Admiral tomorrow morning if you’re late and let him know
why. I’ll tell him it was my fault, not yours. Please, Harm, I do not want
to be alone tonight. I just want you to hold me like you did last night.”
Mac wrapped her fingers around his wrist and brought his hand to her lips.
She placed a light kiss on his palm, then held it over her heart.
It felt like he was stuck in a difficult situation. The ‘difficult situation’
as being Sarah MacKenzie. He never really thought of Mac as a persuasive
person, but tonight she was doing a real good job on him. God, he wanted
to say yes, but he knew the consequences from its outcome. No matter how
hard he tried, he could not think of a relationship with Mac without the
regulations in tow. It pained him. Harm heaved a huge sigh as he thought
of his response. What he really should say meant nothing to him right now---all
that mattered was what was really in his heart. And that was staying with
Mac tonight because she needed him.
“Well, Marine, you’ve managed to persuade this Sailor.” He said as he
toed off his shoes and discarded his flannel shirt.
“Thank you so much, Harm. You don’t know how much this means to me.”
Mac crawled out from under the covers and stood beside the bed. “I’m going
to go brush my teeth and put on my pajamas. You get comfortable. It won’t
take me long.”
After Mac retreated into the bathroom with a pair of boxers and a t-shirt,
Harm discarded his jeans as well, so he was now in his boxers and turtleneck.
He crawled into the bed and got comfortable underneath the covers. By the
time he was situated, Mac returned from the bathroom. Harm threw the covers
back to let her climb in as well. She settled into his arms with her head
lying on his chest. The steady thumping of his heart lulled Mac to sleep
in a matter of minutes. Harm heard the change in her breathing and knew
she was asleep.
He placed a series of kisses in her hair as he whispered, “I love you,
Sarah MacKenzie.”
It went unheard by Mac. Harm soon fell asleep, hoping that he could
say those words to her when she was awake in the near future.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
One Week Later
Mac finally returned to work and was pleased to be doing something other
than twiddling her thumbs. Over the course of the past week, she and Harm
had spent more and more time together, whether it be dinner or just a simple
movie night. Normally, the other would stay the night whenever they got
together. It just became a regular thing that they both were comfortable
with. Especially Mac, who found that whenever she was away from Harm, her
nights were restless and full of little sleep. It was an addiction that
she didn’t mind having, although she wished he were truly hers, instead
of just in her dreams.
“Hey, Mac, are you finished with your dessert?” Harm asked, breaking
through her thoughts.
‘I’d rather have you for dessert’, the thought raced through her mind.
Mac looked up at him with a bright smile, “Yeah. Thanks, Harm.”
“You’re welcome. I know you haven’t been eating well lately.”
A light chuckle came from her, “Is there anything about me that you
don’t notice?”
“No, I don’t think there is. Why do you ask?” He sat back down at the
table after clearing away their dessert.
“Because you always seem to be taking care of me.” Mac gestured towards
the living room and they retreated in there with their coffee.
“I care about you, Mac. I’ve been telling you that for the past week
or so.”
“I know you do, Harm. It just seems like a dream and I keep telling
myself that it’s not. This is for real.” She tucked her legs underneath
her.
“That’s right, Marine. This is for real---I care for you deeply.” Harm
gave her his ‘flyboy’ smile.
Mac returned the smile, but it slowly faded when Harm’s head started
descending towards hers. Their lips met in a heated kiss, electric shocks
going through both of their bodies as their tongues met. They lashed with
each other, curling, twirling around and exploring each other’s mouth.
His arms gathered her close; not even a shadow fit between them, and
deepened the kiss. Her mouth opened wider and his tongue plunged to the
deep recesses of her mouth. God, this was what he dreamed about the past
week, not to mention the last two years. It was much better than his fantasies---the
‘real’ Sarah MacKenzie was better than any fantasy he could conjure up
right now.
Mac’s fingers dived into his hair, letting the silkiness of it slip
through her fingers. He pulled back slowly and with one final swipe of
their tongues, they parted completely. Breaths coming in heavy gasps, they
rested their foreheads against each other.
“Mac, I’m...I’m...” Her fingertips on his lips stopped his words.
“Don’t be sorry. Don’t ever be sorry, Harm.” Her voice was hoarse to
his ears. “I’ve been waiting for you to do that for the past week as well
as two years. It was what we both wanted.”
“You got that right.” Harm flashed his smile again. “God, Sarah, I want
you so much, but I want to do this right. I don’t want to rush things.”
His fingers bit into the soft skin of her waist through her shirt.
A shiver passed through her body at the sound of her name coming from
his lips. It sounded so sensual---his bedroom voice, she presumed. Thank
goodness, he did not call her ‘Sarah’ at work or this would have happened
sooner. “I know, Harm. I want you, too. But, it is also best to take it
slow, no matter how nerve-racking.”
“Yeah, I know what you mean.”
Mac took two cleansing breaths before regaining her full composure.
“I think it would be wise if I went home tonight.”
Harm quickly responded, “No, Mac. Do not do that. Please, stay.”
“Harm...” Her words stopped short when he held up a hand.
“We’re both adults, Mac. I think we can handle ourselves in bed tonight.
And you know that we both sleep better when with the other.” His voice
was low in her ear.
The mere sound of his voice---the sensual bedroom voice---made the decision
for her. Who wouldn’t want to spend the night with a man who sounded like
Harm? If they did not, they were deemed crazy. Mac was far from being crazy.
“All right, Harm. I’ll stay the night.”
His reply was a smile. They settled down on the couch and watched some
TV for a little while before retreating to the bedroom. Mac got ready for
bed with the quickness of a Marine and climbed into bed while Harm strolled
into the bathroom. Minutes later, he returned in boxers and Mac prayed
that she had the willpower to not jump him during the night.
Harm climbed into bed behind her, wrapping his arms around her middle
and burying his face in the sweetness of her hair, the faint scent drifting
into his nostrils. He gathered her closer and realized that more skin was
touching his leg than usual. Only then did he realize that she was only
wearing a t-shirt and panties. He groaned low in his throat and did not
go unnoticed by Mac. God, he was a dead tonight. How could he keep his
promise to resist her?
~*~*~*~*~*~
0300 EST
Light kisses on the back of her neck as well as a pair of hand slipping
underneath her t-shirt woke her from her dream-like sleep. The gentle caresses
sent electric pulses throughout her body as his fingertips danced across
her soft flesh. Over her abdomen, up to cup her breasts in his large hands,
his thumbs brushing over her already taut nipples. Mac made no move to
stop Harm in ministrations. She only let the moans that she held back,
finally flow from the deep recesses of her throat, ensuring him that she
loved what he was doing.
“Oh, Harm, don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.” It was a low whisper, but
to Harm’s ears, it sounded like a shout.
He placed his mouth just inches from her ear, “I tried, Sarah. Lord
knows, I tried, but I just couldn’t leave you alone. You just make me lose
control.”
Mac turned in his arms, making him pull his hands from beneath her shirt.
She placed a hand on his cheek in a loving gesture, “Lose control with
me, Harm. I will not break with you. This is not something I’ll regret
in the morning. The only thing I’ll regret is not making love with you
tonight.”
Harm tore his eyes away from her for a moment, pondering what she said.
“I do not want you to hate me, Sarah. I want to make love to you so bad
that I hurt.”
“I won’t hate you, Harm.” She swallowed the lump in her throat before
continuing with what she wanted to say, “I love you, Harmon Rabb, Jr. Besides,
I can heal that ache better than you can,” she added with a saucy smile.
Mac reached down a hand and cupped his evident arousal through his boxers.
“Sarah.” Her name was a harsh groan from his lips and his eyes closed
briefly.
Before Mac knew it, he crushed his mouth to hers as he tugged at her
shirt and panties. In between his hurried haste, she managed to push his
boxers past his hips with no problems. His erection sprang from its confinement
and pressed hard against her thigh, flaming the passion that already was
burning red-hot. Mac helped Harm in stripping herself and in a matter of
seconds, nothing separated them except space and time, which seemed to
decrease every second.
Harm enveloped her in his arms as he rolled over onto his back, pulling
her astride him. Mac straddled his lean waist, his hard erection pressed
against her soft buttocks and the hair on his chest tickling her nipples
into harder peaks. She lowered her head, their lips meeting in another
heated kiss while their hands explore each other’s bodies.
His hand drifted up and down her back in sure strokes, then switched
to the front, skirting over her abdomen and settling on her breasts. He
cupped them in his large hands, admiring the sight they made in his hands.
He brushed his thumbs over her hard nipples, causing a few throaty moans
to exit her mouth. Harm relished in them, knowing he would be the only
man to bring her this much pleasure in the future.
Mac wanted Harm to feel the same pleasure that he was igniting inside
of her. Her fingers raked over his nipples, loving the harsh groans that
came from him. Her hands moved lower, caressing his taut stomach, watching
the hard muscles quiver under her gentle touch. Before she knew it, she
was at her destination. Mac wrapped a hand around his erection; rubbed
her thumb over the tip, enjoying the numerous moans that filled Harm’s
bedroom.
“Sarah, please...” He pleaded with her. He just wanted her to end the
torture, whether it was inside her hot, luscious mouth or her sensual body.
All he knew was that he wanted to be inside her one way or the other.
“What do you want, Harm?” Her voice was a low whisper in his ear, her
breath tickling it.
“I want you---quivering underneath me, wrapped around me, my name coming
from you lips. God, I just want you, Sarah!” Harm buried his fingers in
her auburn tresses and tugged her mouth to his.
His tongue plunged deep inside her mouth, distracting her from their
lower bodies. In a matter of seconds, Harm flipped them again and entered
her in one swift motion. Mac broke the kiss, breathy gasps coming from
her as she wrapped her legs high on his waist, changing the angle of his
thrusts.
Her hands gripped his forearms, her nails biting into his flesh as she
matched his thrusts in perfect rhythm. Her heartbeat roared in her ears
and her lips parted as she breathed his name. Harm slid deeper in her,
his hands beginning a slow sojourn over her body. They trailed down her
sides, using the lightest touches glided over her soft thighs. He cupped
her buttocks in his hands, bringing her closer as he continued to thrust
into her.
Harm loved the way her back arched as he increased the thrusts and then
she would whimper when he slowed the pace. He reached down between their
bodies and started rubbing the bundle of nerves with his thumb. Mac’s breaths
were now raspy and throaty and she threw her head back against the mound
of pillows as the first waves of her orgasm washed over her. She let out
a long moan, which sounded like Harm’s name, but he was not quite sure.
He watched her body shudder and quiver underneath him.
Harm thrust three more times and then his mind clouded over as his body
erupted, emptying his seed into her. On a long shuddering groan, Harm collapsed
against her chest, his head resting on her breasts. She wrapped her arms
around him, not letting him move from his spot quite yet.
“You know, Marine, we should try this slow sometime.” Ha
He lowered his head to her breasts, deciding to pay some undivided attention
to them. He covered the point of her nipple, his tongue gliding wetly across
the aching bud, while his other hand massaged to other breast with equal
attention. He received several moans of appreciation from Mac as he flicked
his tongue over her nipples until they were both erect and aching.
“Sarah, do you like me kissing you here?” Harm murmured against her
breasts.
“Oh, god, yes!” Mac groaned in satisfaction. “Harm, I need you inside
me. Please, Harm.” Her legs went around his waist, positioning his erection
at her entrance.
“Patience is virtue, Marine,” he whispered softly.
“It’s something I don’t have right now.” Mac urged him forward with
her heels on his calves.
This time when he slipped inside her, it felt like he was coming home.
Making love with a woman had never felt this wonderful or peaceful for
Harm. It did not take long for either of them to reach their climaxes.
Sated, they curled up in each other’s arms, catching some last few hours
of sleep before waking and going to JAG.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Two Days Later
He could not believe it. It had to be some bad dream because surely
this would not happen to him. The car he adored and cherished---his Corvette---was
stolen. Just like that---gone in the night. How could this happen? It was
bad enough that he could not get through the police department hot line.
All he wanted was his car back. It was like a child to him---had since
he got his ‘wings’. As if his night was worse enough, being away from Mac,
his morning didn’t look any brighter.
Harm strolled off the elevator and met Mac on her way to her office.
She gave him a bright smile and he returned it with one of his own, as
they continued to her office. Once inside, their inhibitions faded. With
the blinds closed and the door locked, their mouths met in a heated kiss,
arms holding each other tight.
“I missed you last night.” Mac whispered once their mouths parted.
“Me, too.” Harm sounded somber and she wondered why. She did not mean
to cancel their dinner last night because of her caseload. She only thought
that he understood since he said that he was not mad at her.
Mac ran her hand down his cheek and over his jaw before asking her question.
“What’s the matter, honey?”
“My ‘Vette was stolen last night.”
“Well, did you call the police and report it?” She stepped out of his
arms and went behind her desk. She sat down and Harm took a seat in the
chair that was in front of the desk. Mac dialed the number quickly and
waited for someone to answer.
Harm sighed deeply in frustration; “You’re never going to get through.
I tried this morning with no luck.”
While Mac continued to wait for someone to answer on the other end,
a knock sounded at her office door. Harm stood up and opened it to find
Tiner standing on the other side. It appeared that the Admiral wanted one
of them for something. “Yes, Tiner?”
“Sir, the Admiral would like to see you ASAP.”
“Thank you, Tiner. Tell him I’ll be right there.” Harm answered and
then closed the door again. He turned to Mac and found that she had no
luck. “Nothing, huh?”
“No, but I’ll try later in a few minutes. You go and see the Admiral.
I’ll still be here when you get back.” She gave him a sultry smile and
chuckled when a low groan came from Harm before he exited her office.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
1100 EST
“Have you heard the joke about the elephant, the mouse, and the Porshe.”
Mac gave him one of her ‘Marine’ glares with a devilish smile formed on
her face. After Harm made the crack about her sexuality being compared
to a Humvee, she would make him pay somehow, but didn’t know quite yet.
Harm raised his eyebrows in question, wondering what his Marine was
hinting at. Granted, he shouldn’t have made the comment about Humvee and
her sexuality, but he just could not resist. However, he now realized his
mistake and surely Mac would make him pay later tonight, considering their
dinner was still on after what just went down.
“I’m outta here. I’ll talk to you later, Major. Commander.” Harriet
acknowledged them both then quickly left the office.
Once the door was closed, Harm finally spoke, but in a low whisper,
“You know that joke does not apply to me, Mac. You’ve had first hand experience
already.”
Mac could feel the blush creeping into her cheeks just from his words.
He was leaning against the file cabinets, not touching her and she was
getting all hot and bothered from the sound of his voice. She took a deep
breath before responding, “Harm, we made a promise of not to talk about
our relationship while we’re at work.”
“But we’re in your office with the door closed. No one can hear us.”
He now stood behind her and his voice was a soft whisper in her ear. His
fingers brushed against her neck lightly and he smiled in satisfaction
when her breath hitched in her throat.
She swallowed the lump in her throat, hoping that her voice did not
betray her now. “Harm, we cannot do this now. You don’t know how much I
want too, but we can’t.”
“I know. I know. It’s just that I want you so much, too. Probably because
you weren’t with me last night.” He moved to the chair in front of her
desk.
“Like my night was any better? All I did was write briefs and go over
my cases. What I really wanted was to be with you, have your arms around
me, your lips kissing mine, your body touching mine in all the right places.
But all I had last night were dreams of you and reality is so much better.”
A seductive smile formed on her face as she met his intense gaze with
her own. A groan emitted from deep within his throat as he felt the familiar
stirring in his nether regions. How would he survive the rest of the day
when all he wanted do was to take her on the desk? The whole bullpen be
damned, Harm thought, as he continued to look at her with his desire-laden
eyes.
“What’s the matter, Harm?” No witty comeback? Cat got your tongue?”
She said with a hint of laughter in her voice.
He opened his mouth to respond, but a loud knock on her office stopped
him short. Mac shouted ‘enter’ and the person opened the door. It was Bud.
Harm had a feeling that it was Bud. The young Lieutenant had a knack for
interrupting certain things---plainly, he just had the worst timing. “Yes,
Bud?”
“Sir, the police just called. They found your Corvette.” A smile filled
his face. Harm felt his spirits lift slightly just from Bud’s statement.
“Thank you, Bud.” He gave him a smile and waited for Bud to exit the
office. When they were alone again, Harm spoke, “Are you coming with me?”
“Well, I’ll have to ask my boss since I’m taking an early lunch break.
He might be a little angry.” She flashed him a bright smile while she stood
up from her desk.
“Oh, I’m sure he’ll understand. He’s an understanding guy.” Harm rose
to his feet as well. With the Admiral on personal business, Harm was the
acting JAG, something he thoroughly did not enjoy, since the last time
he did it, the Secnav chewed him out for Mac’s questioning during a trial.
Mac grabbed his arm as they exited her office, “Come on, Mr. JAG himself.”
Their laughter was heard throughout the bullpen as they rounded the corner
to the elevators.
~*~*~*~*~*~*
1730 EST
“Knock, knock,” Mac said as she opened the door slowly to the Admiral’s
office.
Harm looked up from the paperwork he was finishing and a smile came
to his face at the sight before him. He had missed her earlier today when
he was working with Bud on the budget proposal. “Hey, there. You finished
working?”
She strolled into the office, shutting the door behind her. After sitting
down in a chair in front of the desk, she responded to Harm’s question,
“Yeah, finally. I never thought I get done. So, how did things go with
Bud?”
“Great, actually. He knew what the Admiral wanted and did just that.”
“Have you heard from the Admiral, yet?” Mac fiddled with a penholder
on the desk.
“Yeah, he called about an hour ago. Said that he would be back in two
days.” He stood up from the chair and rounded the desk. He leaned against
it just in front of Mac, which made her look up at his face. “I have something
to tell you. No one knows about this, not even the Admiral right now.”
Harm now had her full attention. Before, it was just normal conversation
at work, trying to mask what they were really thinking. “What is it, Harm?”
He did not know how he would break the news to her about his career
decision. He knew that she would be heart-broken and feel as if he would
be abandoning her. Yet, he was not doing that at all. For the past couple
days, Harm had really been thinking over his decision, wondering if it
was the right one or not. He loved Sarah MacKenzie with all his heart and
didn’t want to be apart from her in any sense. He wanted to be with her
always, but this chance to do what he always dreamed of doing his whole
life was a miracle. He was given the chance to be a fighter pilot again,
but was the worth being away from the woman he loved? Only time would tell.
Harm took a deep breath before continuing, “Sarah, I’ve been thinking
about this decision ever since I got my eyes fixed, so to speak, and I
think I’ve finally a decision. I wanted to tell you first because we’re
in this relationship together and I want to always be honest with you,
no matter what.” He sighed, “Whew, this is harder than I thought.”
Now Mac was worried. This was something extremely serious that could
change the course of their relationship. Something that has Harm rendering
speechless. “Honey, what’s wrong? You’re really scaring me here.” She placed
hand on his arm, reassuring him to continue.
“I have decided to change my designator. I’m going back to flying, Mac.”
There he said it.
This had to be some kind of joke, Mac thought, as she let Harm’s words
sink in fully. He could not be doing this to their relationship, let alone
her. Mac stood up from the chair and started pacing. She thought better
when she paced a little bit.
“Mac, please tell me what you’re thinking.” Harm was worried when she
didn’t respond right away. It was not like Mac to do such a thing.
“Well, what I am thinking is that you’re leaving me. What I’m thinking
is that you really don’t care about our relationship.”
It was the anger talking. Harm knew that right away. She was angry with
him for this decision. He did not blame her. She had a right to be angry
with him and think those kinds of things right now. He dropped a bombshell
on her and expected to take it all in at once. “Mac, I know you’re angry...”
She cut him off quickly as she stopped pacing the office, “I’m not angry.
I am furious! God, Harm, how could you do this to us? How could you choose
flying over our relationship?” Tears streamed down her face as she said
all that.
His heart clenched in his chest at the sight before him. Harm hated
to see her cry over something he did to her. He stood straight, went over
to her and gathered her in his arms. Mac buried her face in his neck, the
sobs becoming louder as he held her harder. His voice was a sweet whisper
in her ear, calming her slightly; “I love you, Sarah. More than you’ll
ever know. I am not leaving you---I could never do that to you. You will
always be with me, although we’ll be miles apart. I want this relationship
to last forever, but this something I have to do. I will come back to you---I
promise you that. Don’t ever doubt my love for you.”
“I never could, Harm.” Her voice a mumble in his neck. Mac raised her
head and looked into his eyes, “I am sorry for the way I acted. I just
want to be with you and it will be so hard being separated from each other.”
“You don’t have to be sorry for your reaction. I understand completely.
You have a right to angry at me for what I just told you. We will get through
this, Mac. We always get through things and this is nothing different.”
He ran a gentle hand down her cheek before lightly kissing her lips, thanking
God that the office door was closed.
“Mmm, Harm, how about we take this party some place private? Like your
apartment?” Mac said lowly after their lips parted.
A small smile came to his lips, “So, you still want to be with me?”
“Yes, Harm, I still want to be with you. You might make me furious,
but I still love you with all my heart.” Mac returned the smile before
taking his hand in hers and pulling him towards the door.
He stopped her quickly, “Wait, baby, I have to get my things first.”
“Well, hurry up. I’m hungry for Pete’s sakes.” Her impatience brought
another smile to Harm’s face.
“What’s new, Marine?” He stated after grabbing his briefcase, cover
and jacket. They strolled out of the office together and through the bullpen
to the elevators. Harm knew that they still had issues to iron out about
his change in designator, but he would not pressure Mac into discussing
them tonight. She needed some time to let the information really sink in
before talking about it more. Harm only hoped that his decision would not
ruin their relationship that they had. It was special to both of them simply
because it was something neither of them ever experienced.
Both had a best friend in their lover. Neither of them had it with their
past significant others. As they rode the elevator down, Harm held Mac’s
hand in his and thought about a time that her hand would bore his ring.
A time that hopefully would come sooner than he thought.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Two Weeks Later
Harm was emotionally drained. Not to mention physically too. The last
two weeks had been torturous from the start, with telling his co-workers
that he would be returning to a fighter squadron and then issues with Dar-lin.
He could forget how he found that little girl, how vulnerable she was,
and how someone could treat a child like that. He just could not fathom
those thoughts. And he felt no remorse for shooting Charlie earlier in
Philadelphia. It was self-defense and he was protecting Dar-lin, but Harm
was somewhat relieved that the man’s life was done on this earth.
He sighed deeply while running a hand through his hair. Harm had not
seen Mac for the whole day and just wanted to see her, hold her in his
arms and know that something in his life was real. If they did not make
love, it would not matter to him. He picked up the cordless phone and dialed
her number.
Mac picked up on the third ring, her voice a soft tone. “Major MacKenzie.”
“Mac, it’s me. Did I wake you up?”
“No, Harm, you didn’t wake me up. I was going through some work. What’s
the matter? You sound a little drained.”
“Can you come over right now? I know it’s late. I’ll tell you everything
when you get here, I promise. Remember, I haven’t made a promise that I
haven’t kept.”
His words launched her back a week ago when their godson was born. She
and Harm had been standing outside, watching the ambulance drive away.
She was a little down from the fact that Chloe would be living with her
grandmother in California and Harm would be returning to carrier life.
Everyone in her life was leaving her and she had no way of stopping them.
Then Harm made a deal. A deal that would take forever to arrive. A deal
that she could not wait for to happen. They would have a baby together---someday
in the future. Since he told her that he was returning to a fighter squadron,
she felt that their relationship would not survive. But when he mentioned
having a child together in the future, Mac knew that Harm wanted to be
with her for all time.
“I remember. I’ll never forget that.” A smile could be heard in her
voice. Mac picked up her car keys as she continued, “Harm, give me fifteen
minutes and I will see you soon. Okay?”
“Sound good to me, Marine. See you soon.” And with that, they both hung
up and Harm waited patiently for Mac to arrive. Fifteen minutes could not
come soon enough.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
15 Minutes Later
At the first knock on the apartment door, Harm was off the couch in
a flash. He swung the door open with a huge smile on his face. He gathered
Mac in an embrace, making her drop everything that she held in her hands.
They both pushed the door shut behind them. Harm buried his face in the
curve of her neck, breathing in the intoxicating fragrance of her, like
sweet strawberries in a summer morning. How could he leave all this behind
in two days? In two days, he would be in Pensacola and then he would transfer
to the Patrick Henry in the Adriatic Sea. He would definitely miss the
intimacy that he and Mac shared---not just making love, but the conversations
they shared, their morning runs, weekends when they caught a movie at the
cinema.
He felt tears at the corners of his eyes as he realized that he really
did not want to leave Sarah Mackenzie, but he was given another chance
at his dream. Which meant more to him; flying or being with Mac? His heart
knew which one, but his mind had trouble. Why was it so difficult for him?
He loved Mac with all his heart----meant more to him than the air he breathed.
But flying was his dream his whole life, yet it also tied in with the memory
of his father. Maybe it seemed, to him, that if he gave up flying, he would
be giving up his father. Harm knew that was not true, but he just could
not convince himself. It would something that he’d have to conquer while
away.
“Harm, what’s wrong?” Mac whispered softly in his ear as she wrapped
her arms around his middle tighter. She felt a few drops on her neck and
realized that he was crying.
“I’m sorry for acting like this. I don’t want to leave you, Sarah.”
He raised his head from her neck and looked into those dazzling chocolate
brown eyes.
it takes for you to get flying out of your system this time. I’ll wait
for you, forever.” She whispered the last line.
“It won’t be forever, Sarah. I’ll never stay away from you for that
long. Just give me a couple of months.” He flashed her a lop-sided smile.
“Well, I’m glad that you only want to be away from me for a couple of
months.” Mac dropped her hands and they retreated to the couch. Harm sat
down at the end and pulled her into his lap, where she curled up comfortably.
Her head lay against his chest and she listened to the steady thump of
his heart.
Harm placed a gentle kiss on her forehead while he whispered, “I never
want to be away from you, Sarah, now that I’ve found you. These past four
weeks have been nothing but heaven for me. I love you so much.”
“I love you, too, Harm.” Mac whispered softly. “What did you want to
talk about when you called me awhile ago?”
He took a deep breath before answering her, his voice full of no feeling,
“I killed a man today, Mac. A man that tortured a child but, yet claimed
that he loved her. I know that I should feel some remorse for taking such
a life, but I don’t and I don’t quite understand that.”
“Sometimes we do things that we don’t understand. Even today, I do not
understand why I started a relationship with John Farrow. I almost ruined
both of our careers because of that decision.” Mac raised her head until
their eyes met, “Harm, you have to realize that that man hurt Dar-lin in
imaginable ways. I couldn’t believe what he did to her, from what you told
me.”
“But did I do the right thing, Mac? Was that the only option I had at
the time?” He sighed as he looked away from her, focusing on the dark night
outside.
“I can’t answer those questions for you, Harm. Only you can.”
His voice was a low whisper; “I just wanted to protect Dar-lin as well
as myself. He came at me with an axe and I did what I thought was right.”
“You defended yourself and Dar-lin. You saved that little girl, Harm,
in more ways that you’ll ever know. Please don’t beat yourself up because
of this. That little girl now has a family that loves her much and it was
because of you. You did that, Harmon Rabb. That’s one of the reasons why
I love you.” Mac ran a gentle hand down his cheek in a loving manner.
A small smile formed on his face, “Why do I deserve you? I could not
make my last relationship last for very long and now I am leaving you in
two days.”
“Because I am the only one who can put up with you. No other woman can
master that feat.” Mac stood up from his lap and offered him her hand.
“Come on, let’s get some sleep. I am tired and tomorrow is Saturday, so
we can both sleep in a little later.” She pulled him towards the bedroom.
They both got ready for bed quickly, then crawled in between the covers.
Harm held her close to his body, afraid to let her be even an inch away
from him. He buried his face in her hair and fell asleep almost instantly.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
0900 EST
The sound of the shower roused Harm from his peaceful slumber. He rolled
over in the bed, encountering an empty space beside him. It was still warm
to the touch, so Mac had not been up long. Harm sat up and focused on the
glass wall of the shower. He watched her silhouette for a few moments,
still amazed that she was his forever. After what seemed like hours, but
only mere minutes, Harm finally climbed out of bed and padded to the bathroom.
He stripped himself of his boxers before stepping into the shower.
His arms immediately went around Mac’s waist, tugging her back against
him, her soft buttocks settling into the curve of his thighs. Both moaned
low in their throats when her buttocks encountered his hard erection. Mac
slowly rubbed against him, enjoying the harsh groans coming from him, but
after a few minutes, she decided to take pity on him and stopped her ministrations.
“It’s about time you woke up. I never thought you would.” Mac whispered
as Harm placed tiny kisses on her neck. She tilted her head away from him,
giving him easy access.
“You wore me out earlier this morning, Marine.” He said in between kissing
her slender neck.
“Me? You participated whole-heartedly, as I remember. And if my memory
serves me right, you were the one who wanted to go again right after.”
Her voice was a breathy gasp as his hands drifted up her sides in a slow
manner to settle on her breasts.
With the water streaming down on her and Harm’s thumbs brushing over
her nipples, Mac thought she would melt into a puddle on the shower floor.
Her head fell back onto his shoulder as his hands continued to boldly caress
her body. His large hands kneaded her breasts; his fingers pinched her
nipples into hard peaks until they ached from both pleasure and pain. She
sighed deeply as she let her hands drift behind her to rest on his taut
buttocks.
Mac pressed him against her more, their bodies coming in contact again
and the groans emitted from their mouths, filling the bathroom. Her hands
moved to his waist, drifted lower until they circled his rock-hard shaft.
Harm’s mouth was inches from her ear and he groaned harshly in it as her
thumb brushed over the tip and then her nails raked up and down the sides.
“Sweet, baby, please,” he pleaded to her as she continued her ministrations.
“How do you want it?” Mac whispered as she turned around in his arms.
She looped her arms around his neck, bringing her body so close that a
shadow could not fit between them. Her stomach rested against his erection
and Mac rubbed against it, causing Harm to close his eyes and grit his
teeth.
God, she was driving him insane. How could he leave her behind when
he left? “Right here, hard and fast.” Harm did not give her any time to
reply.
He turned them around with his back towards the spray, gripped her waist
and picked her up, pressing her against the shower wall. He positioned
himself at her core and entered with a powerful thrust, slamming Mac harder
against the wall. A moan of pleasure exited her lips as he started thrusting
inside of her, setting a steady rhythm.
Their orgasms came hard and fast, washing over them both like a spring
rain. Harm shuddered, calling out Mac’s name as he buried his face in the
curve of her neck. Mac held him tight, combing her fingers through the
hair at the nape of his neck.
“I don’t want to leave you, Sarah.” Harm whispered once his voice returned
to semi-normal. He lifted his head and looked into her still desire-laden
eyes.
She lifted up a hand and traced a hand down his cheek, “I know you don’t
want to, but you have to. We’ll make this work, Harm. Somehow, someway,
we’ll make this work.” She looked into his eyes and saw the love that was
present in her heart.
1500 EST
Mac’s Apartment
Georgetown
Mac’s Apartment
Georgetown
Mac’s Apartment
Mac’s Apartment
Georgetown
Mac’s Apartment
Mac’s Apartment
Somewhere over Virginia
Somewhere in the Virginian Mountains
Mac’s Apartment
Georgetown
2000 EST
Harm’s Apartment
Harm’s Apartment
0730 EST
JAG Headquarters
Falls Church, VA
JAG Headquarters
JAG Headquarters
2200 EST
Harm’s Apartment
North of Union Station
Harm’s Apartment
Harm’s Apartment
North of Union Station