She and Harm, her best friend, partner, and secret lover had woken up late at his apartment.  This was really no shock to her since they had been up most of the night, first working a case and then making love until the wee hours of the morning.  Harm had tried his best to convince her to stay in bed a little while longer, and she had been sorely tempted, but they were late enough as it was.  Once they had arrived at the office, only to find out that the Admiral was late as well, Harm had given her an "I-told-you-so" look, brushed by her, and rubbed his hand down her backside before pinching her.  She had been surprised to say the least, but quickly recovered as she realized that no one else could have seen the gesture.  Such an innocent start to what was quick becoming a very long day. 

Some quirk of her personality hadn't been able to let her leave it alone.  Once he had issued the challenge, she couldn't just drop it.  Oh why couldn't she have just dropped it?  Off and on through the morning and during lunch the partners had come up with one excuse or another to be in each other's office, or just passing by one another in the hallway, or at the copier, or at the coffee machine, wherever.  And each time, some contact was made.  Whether it was a touch to a behind, the caress of a hand or cheek, or just the whisper of breath to the other's ear, some tease was made.  They had been turning each other on all day. 

Harm had finally gotten the upper hand mere moments ago, as they were leaving the Admiral's office.  Following her out the door, he had grasped her by the hips and pulled her back against him tight enough so that she could feel the outline of his shaft pressed against her.  Mac had reacted without thinking and wiggled her behind against him, causing them both to let out low moans.  Luckily, Harm had just closed the door behind them and if the Admiral had heard them, he didn't comment on it.  Harm had then made a beeline for his office, carefully holding his manila file folder in front of him. 

And now here she was, stuck in her office, frustrated beyond belief, horny as all get out and probably ruining the new panties she had on.  Mac tried to come up with some options to solve her predicament.  She supposed she could make a quick trip to the ladies' room and take care of it herself, but that was incredibly unappealing, not to mention unfair to her partner.  She smiled as the picture of her walking into Harm's office and simply straddling him in his office chair flitted through her mind.  Stop that, she berated herself, it was bad enough that Harm was driving her crazy, she didn't need to help him out any. 

Finally deciding that the best defense was a good offense, she picked up the phone and dialed Harm's direct number. 

"Rabb," he answered. 

"Do you have any idea what I want to do to you right now?" Mac whispered huskily into the phone. 

Harm quickly hung up.  He was fast approaching a full erection and finding it terribly difficult to get comfortable, he sure as hell didn't need to hear about what Mac wanted to do to him.  His head was already full of images of what he wanted to do to her.  The phone rang again.

"Don't even think about it, Major," he barked into the receiver.

"Lt. Commander Rabb?" a puzzled voice asked. 

Oops, he thought.  "Yes, how can I help you?" 

"This is Ensign Matthews in Records.  We show that you checked out files pertaining to the Wallace trial.  Those files are needed in court later this afternoon and I was wondering if you could bring them back down?" 

"Oh, sure.  I'll be right there."  Great, just what I needed, to have to come out from behind this desk.  Harm grabbed the Wallace files and his cover and left his office.  Passing by Mac's door, he deliberately avoided looking at her.  What in the world had made him pinch her this morning anyway?  He knew she wouldn't just let it slide, but he hadn't anticipated this reaction from her either.  He idly wondered how long he could last before he managed to embarrass himself. 

When Harm returned to his office after an uneventful trip to records, he had pretty much gotten himself under control.  That was, until Mac came in to see him.  She walked up, stood beside him as he sat behind his desk and placed a file in front of him.  Opening it and leaning over him under the pretense of pointing out something in the file, Mac brushed her breast against Harm's shoulder.  He groaned, so did she.  Taking a quick look to be sure no one was watching, Mac pulled something out of her pocket, placed it in Harm's lap, and ran her hand lightly up his zipper before leaving the room.  Harm took a moment to control his breathing then looked to see what she had left for him.  It was her pantyhose.  Oh, god, he thought as he felt himself harden all over again, he was in trouble now. 

He looked up quickly to see if he could find where Mac had gone and saw her rounding the corner on the way to the ladies' room.  Not quite sure what he had in mind, he followed.  Harm casually waited outside the restrooms until he was pretty sure that Mac was the only one in the room and then quickly entered the ladies' room.  The door squeaked as he opened it and Mac looked up quickly from where she had been patting her face with a damp paper towel. 

"What are you doing?" she hissed at him, frantically looking around to make sure they were alone.  "Are you totally nuts?"

"I must be," Harm replied as he stepped up to her, wrapped both arms around her and kissed her.  Wasting no time, he plunged his tongue into her mouth only to meet and wrestle with hers.  Mac couldn't seem to get close enough to him.  She wound her arms around his neck and ground her pelvis into his.  He was rock hard and this only served to drive her need higher. 

She broke the kiss, "Now, please.  Let's take care of this now.  I can't stand it any more."  Mac proceeded to back him into the wheelchair accessible stall and flipped the lock.  She ran her hands roughly up and down his erection through his pants, eliciting a deep groan from him. 

"We can't do this here, Mac," Harm protested.  Never in his wildest dreams had he ever pictured them making love in a restroom; the bathroom at home, yes, but not here. 

"Too late, Flyboy, I want you too bad to back off now."  She proved it by unbuttoning and unzipping his pants and dropping them to the floor, continuing the assault to his already throbbing shaft.  Harm by now realized that she was serious and quickly pulled her skirt up until it was bunched around her waist.  He slid her panties down to her ankles and she kicked them off as she urged him to sit on the closed lid of the toilet.  Mac straddled him immediately and released his erection from his boxers through the opening in the front.  "Did I ever tell you how much I love doing this with you?" 

Harm didn't have a chance to respond.  He had slipped his hand between her thighs and stroked her swollen nub with his thumb.  Before he could answer her, she was rocked with a powerful orgasm.  Mac dropped her head back and let out a low moan that hitched with each spasm of her body.  At first Harm was surprised, he hadn't realized she was that close to coming, and then he felt a surge of pure male, ego pride that he had driven her to it so quickly.  Although, he thought wryly, they had had 6 hours of foreplay.  While her body was still shuddering with the aftershocks of her climax, Harm started stroking her again and occasionally thrusting his fingers into her core. 

"Harm?  What about you?"  Mac asked him when she caught her breath.  She was almost embarrassed that she had climaxed so quickly.  She could feel her body responding to Harm's ministrations.

"I'll get there, but I'm gonna take you with me."  He used his free hand to clasp the back of her head and bring her mouth in contact with his.  He rubbed his tongue against hers in time with the stroking of his hand and very soon Mac was squirming in his lap. 

Finally letting her go, Harm grasped her hips and helped her to rise off his lap.  Mac positioned him at the entrance to her womanhood and slowly sank down, impaling herself on him.  She braced her hands on his shoulders and raised up off of him, letting his shaft come almost completely out of her before sliding back down.  Harm then took control and set a furious pace, raising her up only to quickly slam her back down on him.  Short moments later he felt her inner muscles clenching at his penis as she shattered into another orgasm.  It drove him over the edge and he held her firmly to him as he emptied himself into her.  His orgasm seemed to go on forever, spasm after spasm.  Harm couldn't remember if he had ever felt quite like this, like he was spilling his life's energy into a woman.  He knew it had more to do with the emotions involved, not just the physical aspect.  Mac was the other half of him, his soul mate. 

When the pair finally caught their breath, Mac kissed him lightly on the lips.  "Oh, my god," she started in a breathy voice, just as they heard the squeaking of the restroom door. 

"Mac?  Is that you?  Are you alright?"  Carolyn Imes asked. 

Mac, eyes wide with panic, looked into Harm's face, just as panicked as hers and answered, "Uh, yeah.  I'm fine.  I'm just having an unbelievable day."  Harm smirked at her and she lightly swatted him. 

"I know what you mean, I just spilled some coffee on myself.  One more thing to go wrong.  What's got your day so unbelievable?"  They heard the sound of running water and surmised that Carolyn was washing out the coffee stain. 

"Oh, just this and that.  Harm has been giving me a pretty hard time today."  She winked as she said the word 'hard' for Harm's benefit.  He just grinned. 

"Yeah, I bet he's been driving you to distraction.  Something's funny with him today, he's seems a little . . . oh, off kilter, I guess."

"He's had a lot on his mind lately,"  Mac replied, thinking of what had been on his mind today, her. 

"You know, Mac, I think he has a new girlfriend." 

"Really?  What makes you say that?"  Mac could barely control her mirth.  Harm looked sharply at her, trying to get her to be serious.  All kinds of repercussions to this situation were coming to him, and none of them were good. 

"He just looks like a man who is satisfied.  You know, that relaxed, confident, cocky, 'I-am-getting-great-sex' look.  I wonder who she is, do you have any idea?"  The water had shut off and now they could hear the sounds of Carolyn wiping her hands on a paper towel.  "Well, I need to get back to work, see you later," she said before Mac could answer her. 

"Bye," Mac called as the door squeaked open and then closed again.  They sat still for a minute, just listening to make sure no one else had come in. 

"She's not quite right, you know," Harm told Mac as he helped her up off his lap and stood to put himself back together, "I am not getting great sex, I am getting exquisite, phenomenal, mind-blowing sex."  He brushed a kiss across her lips and held her steady as she put her panties back on and wiggled her skirt back into place. 

Mac just smiled coyly at him.  "Your new girlfriend is too."
 

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