MacKenzie's Lie

Summary: Mac tells AJ a lie and must 'suffer' the consequences.

The slamming of Lieutenant Colonel MacKenzie’s office door startled the bullpen. Glancing up, the curious faces of the staff changed from bewilderment to amusement. Commander Rabb stood outside her door, red finger marks staining his cheek. Giving them a quick once over, he headed for his office.

The tittering began as soon as his door closed. “Did you see the marks?” “Wow, the Colonel can really slap!” “What do suppose he did?” And just as quickly, their snickering ceased, as Petty Officer Tiner called out, “Attention on deck!” followed by Admiral AJ Chegwidden’s bellow of, “Would someone please explain to me what the hell is going on out here?”

Tiner cautiously stepped forward. “Sir, it seems that Commander Rabb had a slight, um, problem with the Colonel.”

AJ watched the faces of his staff. Seeing their nodding agreements to Tiner’s statement, he issued an order, “Tiner, I want both of them in my office now!” AJ returned to his office, leaving the door open for the immediate arrival of his two JAG lawyers.

Sarah and Harm stood at attention in front of AJ’s desk, waiting patiently while he signed some paperwork. Closing a folder, he tore off his glasses and let them drop on the desk. He stood and asked what they had done to cause his staff to stop their work, gossip, and carry on with speculations.

“Sir, you see…” Harm began but never finished when he found AJ almost nose to nose with him.

AJ tilted his head back after inspecting Harm’s face. The finger marks were lightening in color, but a welt remained raised on his face. He shot a glance at Mac. “Care to explain this, Colonel? I know Rabb can’t possibly tell me he ran into a door.”

Staring straight ahead of her, Mac told him, “Not with *him* present, Sir.” The ice in her voice would have sunk a destroyer.

AJ looked at the two of them. Mac stood rigid. Her lips were pursed so tight they were turning white. Harm’s face was once again turning red from embarrassment.

“Well, then, Commander, go sit in Tiner’s office, and I’ll deal with you once I get her side of this story,” AJ ordered Rabb.

Rabb rolled his eyes, thinking he was doomed. He turned and left the office, shutting the door behind him.

“Now, Colonel,” AJ propped himself against his desk in front of her, his arms folded across his chest. “At ease, and get on with it,” he told her impatiently.

Mac dropped her stance to an at-ease position. “Sir, I was in my office just staring out the window when the Commander showed up. He came up behind me and … well, it’s hard to put in words, Sir. Would you mind if we acted it out?”

AJ’s brow furrowed. “We? As in you and me, Colonel?” AJ was puzzled.

“Yes, Sir,” she answered. As she stood and awaited his word, her thoughts flew to that moment in her office. ‘You have really got yourself in a pickle now,’ she told herself.

AJ considered Harm’s face and wondered what he had said that set her off. Knowing the only way to get the whole story out of her, he nodded his head. “Alright, Colonel, the stage is yours.”

Mac’s chest heaved, as she let out the breath she’d been holding.

Moving to stand in front of the window, she proceeded to lead AJ through ‘the incident,’ “I was standing like this, and Harm came up behind me.”

AJ walked to stand behind Mac. “Then he put his hands on my hips.” Mac waited, wondering if AJ would comply with her words.

AJ took a deep breath. Just to broach this subject could lead to a court martial, but she wanted to ‘act it out,’ so against his better judgment he complied. Resting his hands lightly on her hips, she told him to slide them down along her thighs.

AJ bit his bottom lip and let his hands drop down along her thighs, feeling the firm muscles under her skirt.

“Then he brought his hands back up, pulling my skirt up along with them.” Mac’s voice was turning soft and sensual.

He could feel her warm skin quiver, as his cool flesh touched hers. He slid her skirt up higher and higher until she stayed his hands. His fingers crept down and around reaching her inner thighs, moving slowly over her pantyhose, as he carefully followed her instructions. His hand lingered on her crotch, which was damp from her arousal.

She leaned back against him, as his hand moved to her waist. Finding the top of her pantyhose, he eased his hand down between them and her silky skin. Her head lolled back against his shoulder, as his fingers caressed her very wet nub.

He hesitated, and stroked her creases before his long thick finger penetrated her. “Yes… add another,” she whispered greedily in his ear, as his head came down to nibble at her neck, and another finger joined the first one. Her breathing quickened, and her heart fluttered. “Yes… faster… oh my… ooohhh,” she faded off, as her orgasm racked her body.

AJ pulled her tightly against him to prevent her from sinking to the floor. While his one hand was still trapped between her thighs, his other hand molded itself around one of her breasts. Through her blouse and bra, his fingers lightly teased a nipple taut. He wondered if she could feel his rock hard cock pressed against her ass. Imagining himself plunging into her quivering slit over and over until his seed spurt into her, he longed to fling her over his desk and spread her thighs apart.

Mac finally drew enough breath to murmur, “Then I realized it wasn’t yo… I mean, I smelled Harm’s aftershave and turned and slapped him.”

Her eyes flew open and looked at their reflection in the glass. She could see his one hand down her pantyhose and the other strumming her breast. ‘What have I done?’ she cried to herself, her body stiffening at her thoughts.

AJ looked up into the glass. Seeing the dismay on her face, he released his hold on her.

She staggered back against his desk, while he sat down hard in his chair. He pulled the chair under the desk as far as he could, so she couldn’t see his deflating erection or the pre-cum stain on his trousers. Pulling open a drawer, he brought out a box of Kleenex. Grabbing a few tissues, he handed them to her to clean herself up, while he used another to wipe his fingers off.

“Sir, I…” Mac began, as she quickly straightened her clothing. “I… didn’ t…”

“Enough, Colonel. Dismissed!” he curtly cut her off. “Send in Rabb on your way out.” Yanking the door open, Mac flew out of the room. Telling Harm to go on in, she walked quickly to her office. Shutting the door and closing the blinds, she sank into her chair. “Once he hears Harm’s side, how can I ever look him in the eye again?” she muttered to herself.

Mac spent the next fifteen minutes at her desk, replaying the scene in the Admiral’s office over and over in her mind, knowing that sooner or later she’d have to account for her actions. The phone on her desk jangled, rousing her from her ruminations. Even as she answered, she knew it would be Tiner with an order to report to the Admiral’s office.

Telling Tiner she’d be right there, Mac quickly came to a decision. She found the right files on her computer, hit “print,” and grabbed a pen from her desk before heading across the bullpen to the printer. It was only a few seconds before she saw her printouts come through. Swiftly signing her name at the bottom of them, she turned on her heel, walked into the Admiral’s outer office and knocked on his door.

“Enter,” AJ commanded, as Harm still stood at attention in front of his desk.

“Sir,” she began, as she walked across the room, “after hearing the Commander’s explanation, you must realize that one of us is indeed lying.” She tossed the papers on his desk. “You choose which one you want to use. I’ll take whatever ‘punishment’ you deem necessary.” And with that, Mac turned on her heel again and left his office.

With stunned expressions, Harm and AJ both watched her walk out. ‘Oh, Mac,’ Harm thought, ‘you have really blown it this time.’

AJ looked at the papers on his desk. One was a letter of resignation, the other a request for reassignment.

“So what you’ve told me, Harm, was the god’s honest truth? You never laid a finger on her?” AJ asked Harm, while he put the papers in an empty folder.

“Yes, Sir, I did touch her. I walked into her office, and walked up behind her. When I put my arms about her waist, she murmured something like, ‘I love the feel of your arms around me, AJ’. Then she turned around, looked at me, and slapped me.” Harm gently touched his swollen cheek.

AJ looked him square in the eyes. “So she slapped you because you overheard what she said?” AJ asked him, wondering about the performance Mac had put him through.

Harm swallowed hard. “She slapped me because I asked her if she wanted me to pretend I was you. Other than giving her a ‘squeeze,’ I didn’t touch her. I offered to though.” Harm watched the Admiral pinch the bridge of his nose and run his hand over his bald head. “Sir, I thought… well, she’ s been so sexually frustrated, that we could leave for the day and I could bring her more pleasure than her own hand.”

AJ’s eyes lit up hearing Harm confess to knowing Mac needed a good fuck, and hearing himself the object of her sexual desire. “Me? What’s she got against having you lay her?” AJ asked him, shifting in his chair. Frankly this discussion was getting him hard once again.

Harm breathed deeply through his nose, and stared at a point somewhere over AJ’s shoulder. He dug his nails into his fists. Finally, Harm let his gaze swing over to his CO, and firmly told him, “Sir, we’ve always had issues, and you have always been the obstacle in the way of furthering a relationship with her.”

AJ’s jaw dropped, and his lips formed an ‘O.’ He had known for years that Harm and Mac had a rocky relationship. Now he knew the reason why.

AJ leaned his elbows on his desk and put one hand behind his neck, rubbing the tension that was building up. Raising his eyes to meet Harm’s, he asked, “Just how long has Mac had… designs on me?” AJ figured he knew the answer but wanted a confirmation from Harm.

Harm relaxed his stance. “For a few years, sir. There have been many times during JAGman inquiries that we’ve talked about our ‘what ifs’. During one long haul, she admitted to me her unrequited affection for you.” Harm pulled up the chair that was behind him and sat down. “Sir, if you decide to keep Mac here and carry on an affair with her, your secret will be safe with me. I only want to see her happy.”

AJ sat back in his chair. He had many things to think over-- Harm’s admissions, Mac’s letters, and his own transgressions.

Dismissing him with a wave of his hand, AJ told him to shut the hatch on his way out. “And get a cold compress on your face,” he added before the door shut.

A few of the staff hung around after hours waiting to see the Admiral. They were still wondering what had gone on that day between the Commander and Colonel. Hearing the click of the doorknob, they looked busy putting files here, tossing papers in the trash, and keeping an eye on the CO’s blank expression.

“Go home, people,” was his last order of the day, as he put on his cover and left. ****

Friday evening MacKenzie’s Apartment

Mac put her robe on, enclosing herself in the fluffy fibers that would absorb the excess moisture from her shower. She ran her fingers through her wet hair, slicking it back. She sat on the edge of her bed, opening the drawer of her nightstand.

The candle flickered over the variety of objects that lay in there. Mac asked herself, “Well, MacKenzie, what shall it be tonight?” She ran her finger down one. The Velveteen Vibe was 6 1/2 inches long, and sprouting from the base was a 2 inch clitoral stimulator. “Guaranteed to send chills up my spine.” She sadly laughed, reaching for her tube of lube. “Maybe I should’ve taken Harm up on his offer instead of deceiving AJ that way,” she said, as she popped the lid open and began squeezing the remaining gel out of the tube. Rubbing a bit on her aching clit, she tossed the tube and ‘toy’ on the bed when she heard the doorbell ring.

Hurrying to the door, she tied her robe shut. A peek through the peephole caused her heart to start fluttering and her palms to sweat. AJ stood there dressed in black jeans and a V-neck pullover sweater, his hand poised to begin knocking. Opening the door just a few inches, she asked what he wanted.

“Just a moment of your time, Colonel,” AJ told her, raising his hand so she could see the papers in them. “Just want to discuss your options.”

Standing aside to let him enter, she told him, “Hearing you say ‘Colonel,’ I at least know I’m still a member of the Marine Corps.”

Sliding the lock back into place, Mac turned towards him. His eyes grew large seeing her standing there in her thigh-high bathrobe. His fingers itched to caress her long sinewy legs.

“Coffee?” she asked him almost timidly, as she thought about adding ‘Tea or me?’

“I’m fine. Now about these papers?” he asked, as she motioned for him to have a seat on the sofa. “I refuse your resignation.” He held his hand up, as she started to interrupt him. “You’ve far too many years in the Corps to just dash it all to hell.” AJ stood up, walked to the window, and stood in what the staff called his ‘Admiral stance.’

She played with a thread on the hem of her robe. “So Harm told you…”

Not letting her finish, he answered, “Everything.” He turned to face her. “He told me about the feelings you’ve been harboring for your former CO.”

‘Former CO?’ Mac thought with confusion. “I have no feelings for any of my former COs, AJ. You haven’t resigned, have you?” She stood and walked slowly towards him.

“Hell, no, I haven’t resigned. I still have a few years of steam left in me. But as to your feelings for your former CO, that’s where you’re wrong,” he said as he walked to meet her. “I made a few calls, and I’ve secured a pretty cushy job for you at the Pentagon. Your signature was already on the paper, all I had to do was fill in your transfer and sign it. That is, if you want, Sarah.”

She felt chills run up her spine at his use of her given name. His Texan drawl made ‘Sarah’ sound so feminine, so sexy.

His hand reached out for hers. Pulling her to him tightly, she could feel the bulge in his jeans. “After our ‘meeting’ today, and the discussion with Harm, I’ve been harboring this ever since,” AJ told her taking her hand and placing it against his groin.

The throbbing she felt there intensified her own inner ache. She rose on her tiptoes to kiss his lips. Their soft kiss led to an exploration of each other’s mouths with their tongues.

Sarah slowly unbuckled his belt, and then fumbled at his zipper when she felt his hands reach behind her. Pulling up the robe until his hands contacted her bare buttocks, he cupped them, and lifted her up, which enabled her to wrap her legs about him.

Walking back towards the sofa, AJ set her down and knelt between her legs. Pushing the robe to the side, he stroked her inner thighs, causing her legs to part for him. Now he could see the curls that earlier today he had only felt.

He reached out with a finger to swirl through the sodden hairs, eventually making his way to what lay in the center. Gently prodding her clit, he leaned farther in until his tongue flicked it. “Damn, Sarah,” AJ whispered. “You taste like banana.”

“Big Banana, it’s a flavored gel,” she moaned, which almost made him come in his pants.

“Harm said you were sexually frustrated. What were you going to do, Sarah, use a dildo?” AJ asked, his breathing becoming a bit ragged, as he took two fingers and gently eased his way inside her.

“Yes!” She practically screamed, feeling him wiggle his fingers. ‘This could not be happening,’ she told herself. ‘All these years I’ve waited, and he’s the one initiating it now.’

While his mouth licked and sucked her clit, his fingers continued stretching her, preparing her for his engorged penis. She might have been using a dildo for sexual gratification, but he hadn’t been inside a female for months; his hand had been his only companion for his massive organ.

He murmured against her clit, telling her to “come for him.” His fingers felt her walls tighten and jerk, and he continued wriggling them as she came.

He sat on the sofa and held her until her breathing became steady. He ran his hand up and over her belly, briefly making contact with her breast when the phone rang.

“Let it ring,” he ordered her, his voice husky and impassioned.

“I can’t,” she told him, trying to catch her breath. “I’ve been waiting for Bud to call. He’s been researching a case for me.” Sarah stood up, and swayed for a moment. Grabbing her cell phone from the dining room table, she sat down in a chair.

“Oh… hi.” Sarah put her hand over the mouthpiece and whispered it was Harm. “No, I was just…” Sarah tried to carry on a conversation with Harm while AJ grabbed a pillow, got down on his hands and knees and crawled across the floor. Kneeling before her on the pillow, he used his teeth to give her robe’s sash a gentle but firm tug, pulling the knot loose.

He licked her belly button with his tongue, while his hands reached up and slid her robe down one shoulder. Her flesh was cool beneath his warm fingers. Trailing his fingers down past her neck, they stopped once they reached her hardening nipples. He pinched one with his finger as his tongue stretched to lick the other. “Oh god,” she whispered as the phone slipped from her hand, hitting AJ on the head.

Rubbing his head, AJ picked up the phone. He stood in an attempt to regain his composure. “Harm… yes, it’s Admiral Chegwidden. I stopped by the Colonel’s to discuss her behavior today and her options.”

While he was busy explaining his reasons for being in her apartment this late at night, Sarah took the opportunity to pay him back – Marine style!

Slipping out of the chair, Sarah unzipped his jeans. She began to push them down his hips when she realized he wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

“Commando,” she whispered loud enough for him to choke on his words to Harm. Pushing them down his hips she paused, licked her lips and carefully worked the fabric away from his enormous erection.

Sliding his jeans down his legs, she nudged his foot indicating to him that she wanted him to pick up one foot then the other. Tossing the pants aside, her fingers crept up his legs stopping at his balls. AJ inhaled sharply when she began massaging them with her fingers. AJ ran his fingers through her dark silky hair pulling her closer to him. Her tongue flicked over his slit and lapped at the pre cum she found there.

“Listen, Harm,” AJ began, his voice shaking along with his knees. “Call Bud and take any massa… messages he might have for Sarah.” When her lips wrapped around his shaft, he cried out so loud “Yes, Sarah!” Harm had to pull the phone away from his ear.

“Sarah will be umm, busy all weekend. Yes, you heard me… all weekend. See you Monday at work.” His finger disconnected the call. He tossed the phone to the floor and took a few minutes to relish the bliss Sarah’s mouth was giving him.

In and out, around and around, between her mouth and tongue, AJ was about to come when she stopped. Her hand replaced her mouth while her lips traveled up to his chest. Stopping at each of his flat nipples, she nibbled at them with her teeth, pulling them erect.

AJ stayed the hand that masturbated him. “Not yet,” he mumbled as his other hand lifted her face to him. His lips descended onto hers with lightning fast speed. He nibbled and sucked in her bottom lip and tongue. “I want to be inside you when I come, darlin’,” he told her between their lips.

AJ backed them up until Sarah could feel the edge of the table hit her ass. He gently pushed her down on the table and bent down to retrieve the pillow he had used to kneel on. Propping her head up, he told her he wanted her to watch him make love to her.

From her neck to her belly, AJ left a trail of kisses. In some places, he paused to suck, leaving his mark, which he then licked tenderly in consolation.

Holding his cock with one hand, he slid it over her slit, coating it with her juices. He used two fingers to wipe some of his pre-cum that had mingled with her banana-flavored pussy juice, and held it to Sarah’s lips. She licked at his fingers before taking them into her mouth. The fire in AJ’s eyes burned bright. Never had he been with a female so willing to accept her own juices.

Sarah smiled at him; her dark brown eyes were almost black with lust. Hooking her ankles around his buttocks, she pulled him towards her, impaling herself on his erection. The table creaked with his added weight.

Setting no rhythm, the urge to rut had taken control of AJ’s senses. He pumped himself into her, while she twisted her engorged nub between her fingers. Sarah’s vaginal muscles clamped down on his cock head, and he shot his hot seed into her womb.

AJ lay spread across Sarah for several minutes, gasping deeply for breath. He felt her fingers flutter across his head, scratching the back of his neck and tugging on his ears.

With his chin against her breast, he turned slightly, looking up at her face. She smiled down at him. “All these years, AJ,” she murmured. “Waiting for that was certainly worth it.”

He grinned, as he rolled off her and settled down next to her. The table legs groaned this time. “I suggest we get off this table before it collapses,” he told her as he sat up slowly; he was still a bit dizzy from their act of wild abandonment.

After AJ helped her stand, Sarah took his hand and led him across the room. She laughed when he asked where she was taking him. “My bed is much more comfortable than the table.” She turned to him, wrapping herself about his body. His strong arms held her close. “Then back to the sofa, and I have a kitchen table, too.”

AJ shook his head, and drawled, “Years to make up for, huh?” At her nod he added, “Then there’s my place. I’ve got a lot more rooms for us to break in.”

~Fini~