Summary: Harm, handcuffs and Mac’s bed.

AN: This story was originally called “Handcuffs and Blindfolds” I settled on “tie me up” ;) It’s a pretty long story, 99.9% of which takes place in Mac’s bedroom (Harm doesn’t have a headboard ;)) And it’s in both of their points of views. I didn’t feel like narrating the story myself, and it’s so much better, I think to have Harm and Mac explain what was going on. Title comes from two places 1- A song I wrote called “Tie Me Up” (Which needs work on the vocals, I had a cold when I sang them, the guitar solo rocks though LOL) and 2- A song I like called “Tie Me Up.” --

“Be my temple where I pray for more. Be my mirror where I’m free to let go. Tie me up and make me scream out loud. Just tie me up and tie me down. Tie me up, tie me inside out. Just turn me on and come around.” Doro “Tie Me Up.”

Eavesdropping (Harm’s POV)

God, I’ve got it bad. Mac and I found ourselves back in our old rhythm and I am hooked. Hooked to her smile, her eyes, her laugh. Jeez, I am even hooked onto the way she writes on the post it notes that appeared on our latest case file. Yep, I’ve got it bad.

Only it’s worse now that I overheard a little conversation between her and Harriet. Damn me for eavesdropping. I am sure that their little convo was about something innocent, but that part of my brain where my sexual desires live, came alive.

“. . .Oh, I know. . . It’s so much fun to be on top. Move your hips the right way and it gets ‘em every time.” Mac had told Harriet, while the two were in the small kitchen at headquarters.

Harriet just laughed. “Mac, you’re so bad. . . thanks, anyway.”

“Anytime, Harriet.” I am sure Mac was smiling when she said that. At least, that is the way she sounds when she is smiling. Sick that I can categorize Mac’s voice that way. Did I mention that I got it bad?

Course, it also doesn’t help that in the latter part of my work day, my brain started working up some scenarios of what would happen if both of us just let go. I sat in my office, in wonderful bliss, imagining Mac and I in my bed, nothing between us but sweat. And just as my brain was about to kick that fantasy into overdrive, she appears at my door and there I was, behind my desk, trying to hide the tent in my pants.

I tried all of those gimmicks that we guys go through to help bring it down, nothing and I do mean, NOTHING worked. Luckily for me, it’s fall and cool enough to have to bring your coat to work. So, I quickly slipped that on, and attempted to head out, only to run into the General who requested that Mac and I join him in his office.

Needless to say, the few minutes that we stood at attention (pun intended) while he berated us for something we didn’t do, was rather. . . ummm. . . uncomfortable. Thankfully, the time in the General’s office brought my little problem down, but it also started me thinking.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (Mac’s POV)

Ok, so today has officially sucked. I wanted to ask Harm out to a working dinner. But, because a client decided to hijack his own case file from my office, I am stuck for a few hours more working with the General. Hah! Working dinner my ass! I pretend we are working, but every time he isn’t watching, I stare at him like a hopelessly in love teenager making goo goo eyes at the high school jock. Though, sometimes, I just like to tease Harm. Especially now. It took some time, but we are back to being good friends. We joke, banter and get along almost as well as we did since before he went back to flying. I’ve been using that time to get to know him better, to see what I need to do to make us work.

Okay, so maybe today wasn’t a total bust. There was this one moment, when I walked into Harm’s office to find him with this silly expression. I would have shrugged it off, if it wasn’t for those few minutes we had in the General’s office. Even though he was wearing his coat, I swore that Harm had a tent pitched in his trousers. I would have loved nothing more than to rag on him over that too. Although, all it did was give me these recurring thoughts of Harm and I in the empty bullpen. I would lay him back against one of the desks, take him into my mouth and suck him. I am literally dying to hear Harm when he comes. The idea making me just a little wet. The thought brings a grin to my face which I just as quickly wipe off as the General waltzes into my office. I am tempted to roll my eyes, now what?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (Harm’s POV)

I know I shouldn’t be here. It’s a little creepy, a little daring and probably, completely, insane. Stepping out of my Corvette, I nearly sprang across the street, up the stairs and towards her apartment. My hands shook as I used my ‘emergency’ key on her door. So here I stand now, in Mac’s living room. She’s not here, I know she isn’t because the General made her stay behind for a follow up on a case she was working on. The moment I stepped into the apartment, I was overwhelmed by the sent of her. Very clean, sweet, womanly. It makes me ache just a bit more to know that I’ve waited this long to have the guts to do something. Now, I am not sure if Mac would actually like this something, or if she will kick my six all the way back to Union Station. But, it was time to experiment and I was growing sick and tired of waiting.

I waited for her after Paraguay to make a decision between me and Clay. I waited for her during the health scare which turned out, thanks to God, to be something treatable. I waited while she got over a man that I don’t think she really loved. I waited while our relationship, that had been kicked to the curb so many times before, finally took on that special transformation to the way it was before I left for flying. I waited over the summer, and during the Robert’s pool party where she was wearing a bikini. Now, after some stupid conversation that I was listening in on, the waiting was over.

Taking yet another calming breath, I walk towards her bedroom and practically stare at the iron work called a headboard. “Perfect.” I say and start to work on removing my clothes.

I decide, rather than just tossing them on the floor and leaving a mess, to hang them up in her closet. I am sure Mac won’t mind, although, if she does mind, I see myself driving home naked. I doubt she’ll be in the right mind of letting me grab my things before she tosses me out on my six. Chuckling, I brush all negative thoughts aside and continue to disrobe. Once, I am done, I put my coat, shirt and pants on a hanger then slip them next to her class C’s which are hanging neatly in her closet. Grabbing my briefcase, I pull out a shiny article and place it on the bed. Afterward, the briefcase also goes into the closet along with my shoes, socks and cover.

Finally, I crawl into bed and grab the shiny item – handcuffs – which I will use to bind myself onto the headboard. First, I wrap the cuffs around a thick piece of iron overhead and then proceed to snap them on my wrists. It’s a difficult task, but a few minutes later I am tied up. All I have to do was wait for her. . . Yep, I got it bad.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (Mac’s POV)

“Colonel, you’re sure you left the files here?” The General asks as he follows me up the stairs to my apartment. The work he wanted me to finish, well, it came to a full halt when I realized one of the files was still at my place. The files we needed to fax urgently to one of our other JAG offices for a case that we needed to turn over to other investigators. Thank God for small favors.

I nod as we reach the door to my place. “Yes, sir. . . should be on my nightstand.” When I go to grab the doorknob and slip my key in the keyhole, I find it open already.

“Colonel? What is it?” My CO asks with a concerned look on his face.

Immediately, I am thrown back into the memories of what happened earlier this year, when I found Simon Tanveer inside. “Door’s open. . . I am 100% sure that I closed it.”

“I’ll take the right, you go left.” The General practically pushes by me and walks into my place, heading first towards the spare room. I go in behind him and head towards my bedroom. When I walk in, I hear myself gasp at the sight on my bed. Harmon Rabb Jr, in only his boxers, handcuffed to my bed with the most frightened expression I’d ever seen on his face.

WHOOPS!!! (Harm’s POV)

OH GOD NO!! THE GENERAL! Well, I am sooooo fired. So now Mac will kick my six and I will get fired. Maybe this whole wanting her to be on top thing was overrated. I tug at the cuffs as I hear someone coming closer. Great! And the keys are in my briefcase, not like I can reach on over and. . Well, great, things are just NOT getting better, Mac’s just walked in and is standing there staring at me. In the back of my head something is saying ‘Don’t let them see the whites of your eyes.’ Well, it’s a bit late for that.

Mac gives me this angry glare and turns back towards the door I hear the General say something that sounds like. “Everything alright in there?”

In a flash, Mac grabs a spare comforter from her close. “Don’t make a sound.” She whispers to me before covering up my whole body with the comforter, or at least trying to. I barely manage to get a nod out before the General walks in. “All clear, sir.”

I take one breath and hold it, which only increases the sound of my heart beating in my ears. I swear to God, this is worse than waiting around for some bad guy to find you in the middle of the jungle. Any moment now, I am sure Cresswell will pull the covers and find me here. In fact, he probably can hear my heartbeat, which, at any moment, I am sure my heart will jump straight out of my chest.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (Mac’s POV)

I am slightly tempted to laugh at the situation, I mean, it’s not every day that your working partner ties himself to your headboard only to be nearly discovered by your boss. Hmmm, would make for a good episode on one of those sex shows. Despite myself, I giggle which catches the General’s attention. “Something funny, Colonel?”

“Ah, no sir, just letting out stress, I guess.” I stammer away. A five year old wouldn’t even believe that answer. Luckily, he lets me slide and clears his throat.

Nodding, Cresswell looks at me with a stern expression as if he were in the office expecting something from me. “The file, Colonel?”

“Oh!” Duh, the file, of course! Sorry General, at the moment, my mind is SOMEWHERE else. Or rather, on SOMEONE else. I stifle a grin, then hand him the files and see him to the door. “Thank you for checking my apartment, sir.” As his response, he just nods and is on his way. Hmmm, now what am I going to do about Mr. Rabb over there?

Walking into the room, I tug at the comforter to find Harm looking a bit pale. “Coast is clear, flyboy.” I say as cheerful as possible only to watch him cringe.

His eyes dart around the room and then towards me. Oh oh, I hope he hasn’ t suffered some sort of shock. Wouldn’t that just suck? Sexy man, in my bed, tied up, and he’s too shocked to move. However, a second later, he clears his throat and attempts something that should pass as a smile. “Uh, hi, Mac.”

“Uh, hi, Harm.” I return the greeting coyly, waving the fingers of my hand at him. Oh, it’s just too much fun watching him squirm.

“I. . ah. . I bet your wondering what I am doing here?” Ha! Right, like I don’t ‘get’ what he was up to. Still, it’s fun to play along.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (Harm’s POV)

“Mmm Hmm. . .” She says as she walks away from me and to the bathroom and seems to disappear for a small eternity. What exactly is she doing in there? Showering? Reading? I am starting to freeze out here and she left me! I am tempted to ask just how pissed off at me she is when Mac walks back out clad in some sexy sapphire number that should be illegal for her to wear. I has those thin straps at her shoulders and it plunges down just between her breasts. The rest of it ends somewhere way past mid thigh. She smirks at me as she slowly does this sexy walk across the room and to my side. Who knew Marines looked so good in blue? In her hands she is holding some sort of scarf. “Time to take it up a notch.” She purrs as she secures the scarf over my eyes, blinding me.

I am trying so hard to resist the urge of acting like a desperate, horny teenager. Oh great, now what? I heard her walk out of the room, tinkering around somewhere in the kitchen. “Uh, Mac?” Great, now I probably pissed her off and as payback she is going to leave me tied up in her room while I freeze to death in her bedroom. Ok, awfully dramatic, but there is a bit of a chill in the air.

Relieved to hear her return, I take a deep breath. She puts something down on her nightstand and then I feel the weigh of her body on the mattress as she sits next to me. “What are you going to do to me, Mac?” I ask a bit timidly. Realistically, I’ve never done something like this before. Sure, Renee had tried, more than once, to tie me up to something, but the thought scared me to death. With Mac, I am more afraid what she thinks about me rather than what she would do to me.

“Relax, Harm. . . I am not mad at you.” I can almost see that smile of hers, mocking me as I lay in quite the vulnerable position. I hope she can see what the point of all of this is. Sex being just a tool in my endeavor to make her see that I don’t have to be on top.

“Good, cause. . . you know, there isn’t exactly a manual to help me figure my way out of this one.” I chuckle at my stupid babbling while my brain screams for me to shut the hell up. I can almost imagine that trademark Mac eyebrow popping up in confusion. Yep, I am an idiot, I admit it. Anything else I was planning on saying gets sucked out of my consciousness as I feel Mac’s hands on me. An involuntary moan escapes me and all I can think is, ‘Thank you God!’

(Mac’s POV)

It’s nearly comical to see the expression on his face as I retreated to the kitchen for a moment. I bet Harm thought I was just going to leave him there and there is NO WAY in HELL I’d do that. Especially not after he nearly got caught with his pants down by the General. I would laugh at the whole thing, but at the moment I have this wanton need coursing through me. His body is gorgeous, taut in all the right places. I am slightly disappointed that the tent he had in his shorts earlier had gone down. I figure that was the reaction to hearing the General entering the room. Can’t say I blame him. Oh Well, just have to work on helping him get it back up and I have an arsenal of ideas on how to do that.

Hmmm. Decisions. Decisions. I want to take him in my mouth, but, maybe it ’s time to relax him a bit before he has a heart attack. Yep, a massage sounds like a good idea. I straddle his torso, letting my hips brush against his and effectively over his cock. I swear I fit it twinge a little as I slide deliberately over him. My fingertips touch his wrists, which are bound to the headboard. Slowly I trace a finger down his arm, over the inside of his elbow, towards his shoulder and then repeat the same move on the other arm. Harm’s body is full of goose bumps now.

My hands slide from his shoulders to his chest, which I’ve been dying to touch. I start by lightly running my fingernails up and down his chest, watching him shudder as I do so. Pausing, I start working on his muscles, massaging lightly over his chest, running my hands in circles over his pecks. He is trying not to grin, but I know he can’t help it, then again, neither can I.

Deciding to give him a bit of a taste of me, I lean down and kiss him for the first time since we started this little game. The kiss was soft at first, but quickly turned feverish. Our tongues prodded and dueled and I couldn’t help but kiss him some more. Christ, why hadn’t one of us thought of this before?

Just relax, Commander. (Harm’s POV)

I was a bit apprehensive at first to not be able to see what Mac was doing to me, but now, it’s like everything has been heightened. I concentrated on just the feel of her hands on my body. She’s been doing these delicate yet intimate touches. Her fingers knead into the muscles on my chest. She runs her fingers down my flanks and I can’t help but suck in a bit of air through my teeth. “Mmmm, Mac.”

She chuckles this sultry, deep chuckle and the grin I’ve been trying to suppress finally comes to life. Mac chuckled again and I feel her body move forward. Her breasts crush into my chest and I can feel her breath on my skin. “Just relax, Commander, that’s an order.” Her lips take mine again, she teases my lower lips with the tip of her tongue, then nibbles slightly before pulling away from me. I groan at the sudden lack of contact, but she quickly moves back to just touching me. I swear, I’m in heaven.

Mac leans over me once again which causes the fabric of her nightie to tease my torso. To top it all off, she smells sooo damned good, even after a whole day of work, I swear I could eat her alive. She places her lips against my neck, placing full mouthed kisses. Mmmm, my skin already feels on fire and her hot mouth is slowly taking me over the edge. Jesus and she hasn’t even touched me below the waist yet.

It’s when she moves lower towards my chest that her mound rubs against my cock. I groan at the sensation and practically lose control when her mouth comes down on one of my nipples.

(Mac’s POV)

Hmmm, Harm’s body is practically burning under my hands, his breathing has sped up. His skin smells so good, spicy, a mixture of Harm’s own masculine scent and a slight hint of his aftershave. It’s taking everything in me not to just completely stop teasing and just claim his body. I slide down his body, purposely rubbing my sex against his as I trail kisses from his neck down to his chest, stopping to take one hard nipple into my mouth. He groans, this strained groan that causes me to wonder if I am taking this too far. I raise my eyes up to look at Harm and he now has this completely pleased grin on his lips. I giggle slightly, God he is the cutest thing.

I place my tongue on his nipple, giving it a slow, long lick. Beneath me I feel his cock start to grow firmer, I’ll get there soon enough. Besides, it’s rather enjoyable to see Harm squirm. I should have rethought the blindfolds because it would be so much better to look into those blue eyes of his. Still, there is this anticipation that I know he is feeling, since he doesn’t have a clue what I am going to do next. Just the way his body shivers from each new touch is enough to make me keep him blind for the moment.

The moment I move off of his body, Harm starts to pout like a little kid. “Mac, where you going?” I have to chuckle, I know this is killing him. But, I don’t respond, instead I come to my knees just next to him and bend over to continue kissing downward towards his belly. My tongue swirls around his naval and I feel him catch his breath. I move lower tracing the hem of his crisp, white, boxer shorts with my fingers. His whole body tenses and Harm suddenly has this completely smug look on his face.

Hmmm, I could make this last a bit longer, but I am dying to taste him. Hooking my fingers on the waistband, I tug the material off of his body and toss it onto the floor. Sitting back a moment I admire his body. Maybe they ARE right about the whole big feet comment. Harm is perfectly, anatomically correct. “Mmmm, flyboy, I’m impressed.” I would have thought that he’d hit me with some snappy comeback, but instead, he is just blushing. I couldn’t have been the only woman in the world to comment on the finer points of his body, could I? Storing that information for later, I traces my fingers around his hips and down each of his legs.

I take his cock firmly in my hand and there goes Harm’s smug expression again. I start by teasing the tip with my tongue, licking at him as if his penis was a lollypop. Looking up, I see Harm struggle with his restraints, obviously he hadn’t thought the whole thing out. Or, maybe he figured I wouldn’t be interested, hah! I move his cock back slightly and move downward, taking his balls into my mouth, sucking each lightly. “Oh God. . . Mac. . .” He groans and starts struggling with his restraints again.

“Don’t hurt yourself, flyboy. . . would kinda ruin the moment.” He stops moving around and I move all of my attention back to his length.

(Harm’s POV)

Oh God, she’s really doing this, she’s really doing this, she’s really doing this!!! Yes, I am in shock, part of me figured she would be disgusted, but wow, this is better than my fantasies. I feel Mac’s hand grasped around my shaft. She starts pumping me, gliding her hand up and down, pausing only to tease the tip of my cock with her tongue. “Mmmmm.” Mac moaned when my length was in her hot mouth, the vibration sending electricity shooting to every inch of my body. Her hand cups my balls as alternates between licking and sucking at me.

“Maa. . .aaac.” I manage to call out, any moment now my eyes are going to roll to the back of my head and stay there. I tense my arms causing the handcuffs to scrape against the metal. “Maaaac. . .” I call out in a warning tone but am surprised that her mouth is still over my cock as she works me into a complete frenzy. My breathing is eratic, moans are spilling out of me in even intervals and I feel myself start to climax. I do warn Mac again, but she seems intent in tasting me. She pumps my shaft, extricating every last drop of cum before she licks every inch of my cock.

I feel her straddle then bend over my body to remove the blind fold. The whole room has a soft glow, she only kept the lamp on her nightstand on. Mac smiles down at me and I can’t help but smile back. It’s then that I am surprised at what she does. Slowly she starts moving her fingers to remove the nightie. “No. . . Keep that on.” I plead, but with good reason. “I want to be the one to take that off. . . uh, once you get me out of these, that is.” I grin sheepishly, moving the cuffs so that the clink against the ironwork.

“I was thinking of you when I bought it.” She purrs and I know that phrase is going to go round and round in my head for a while. It also explains why they are blue. I don’t have a clue how I am ever going to oppose her again in court knowing what Mac wears when she is in the mood to seduce. My jaw literally drops when Mac slips an index finger into her mouth, swirling her tongue around to moisten it. She hikes up her nightie slightly and I am curious if she ever had panties on under that thing, cause, at the moment, she doesn’t. Ooooh, and there is the infamous tattoo. I grin about her ‘classified’ comment and study it for a quick second. As far as I can tell it’s on her bikini area, a bleeding blood red rose. Her eyes close as her finger starts swirling around her clit. Mac bites her lip and let’s out a groan close to frustration, I guess her foreplay on me had taken it’s natural toll. She continues pleasing herself, flicking her clit with her fingers and then going in circles. She gasps a few times, her moans catching in her throat until a strangled groan comes out. “Mmmm. . . Harm. . .” She purrs as she pleases herself. One hand is between us, the other is caressing her breasts through the satin of her nightie. My gaze switches between watching one hand caress her breasts to the hand that is between us. I can feel her getting wetter and wetter each time.

I really can not explain how the hell I am getting hard again. I am in my forties, it really shouldn’t be this easy, especially after the. . . well, work out she gave me just a few minutes ago. But, seeing Mac in such a fit of passion is driving me mad. The metal of the cuffs scrape against the ironwork as I long to be the one touching her in that way. Not that she isn’t doing a good job, but, I want to touch and taste so badly. Her moans are driving me wild and I can see the slight beads of sweat on her face. She throws her head back as the flicks to her clit become more furious. She rocks her body against mine, assimilating intercourse, each time rubbing against my cock which is starting to swell once again.

(Mac’s POV)

“Harm. . .” I moan his name out, though it’s my hands doing all of the work, my mind sees only him. Sure, I could let him go, but I’d rather give him a show while I have him here. Just a few more flicks on my swollen bud and I am to go over the edge. I am so wet right now and so ready to feel his cock in me. “Mmmmm.” I moan then hear Harm’s voice urging me on.

“That’s right, baby. . . let go. . .I want to see you cum.” His voice sounds thick with desire and I feel him hard beneath me, unbelievable that he is ready again. I am a practical girl, if you bring it up, you definitely have to bring it down. As the last intense lick of orgasm takes me over the edge, I slow my flicks to my clit, allowing myself to come down from my high. My eyes lazily open, focusing on Harm and the amused grin playing on his lips. “I needed that.” I say without abandon, then slide the very short distance towards his hard on. “I think you need help with your little sailor.” I figured he would have blushed or shied away, but he didn’t. Harm only watched with interest as I raised myself a bit higher and took his rod firmly with one hand. I eased myself over him, sheathing him all the way to my core. He’s a big boy, but not so much that I couldn’t handle him, it only takes a few moments for me to adjust and soon, our eyes lock again. Before even moving, I lick my lips slowly then bite my lower lip as I slide my tongue back into my mouth. Below me I feel Harm moving his pelvis slightly, trying to get the ball rolling.

“Now, now, now, Commander.” I admonish with a sexy voice that I didn’t even know I could produce. “Take it easy else I am not unlocking you for the rest of the weekend.” Not that it’s a bad thing, mind you. But, I am sure Harm wants his turn to play and I am dying to see just how good he is. He stills his movements, offering an apologetic smile which turns into a contorted look of pleasure when I start riding him. I start slowly rocking back and forth, grinding our lower extremities together, then start moving up and down his shaft. I would be so much easier if Harm’s hands would help out, but I am determined to do this on my own. If only all other missions were this fun.

(Harm’s POV)

My gaze settles towards Mac’s bouncing breasts which are hidden by that damned silk thingy that I am dying to rip off of her at the moment. Why, oh, why did I have to say anything about her taking it off? What she is doing to me is so divine that the moans and groans escaping me sound animalistic. She’s bouncing on my cock, bringing it slightly out of her then back into her with a force that I never would have thought she possessed. Her hands grasp to my sides as she bends her body forward using her hips to pound me into her. “Oh God, Mac. . .Don’t stop.”

She chuckles, this deep, sexy, womanly chuckle and our eyes meet again. I raise my upper body up as much as possible, despite my current condition and manage to kiss her neck. When she notices my intentions, she lowers herself, never ceasing to ride me and offers her mouth to me. We kiss, hot and passionately. I don’t even bother seeking entrance into her mouth, I just drink from her, deeply. I lick a path down to her neck, swirling my tongue over an area that makes her gasp. I store everything I can into memory, hoping that after such an intense sexual experience I don ’t forget anything at all.

“Ooooh, right there.” She says, stopping the thrusts so that I can kiss more of her. Then she starts moving again, my cock buried deep inside of her. I feel her muscles contract around me, squeezing. Mac’s fingers move back between us and towards her clit. She straightens up, her body tensing with an oncoming orgasm that I am happy to partake in this time. As she works her way into a frenzy, I use my legs to continue thrusting into her. Her eyes open and fix onto mine in shock. A wide grin appears on her beautiful lips. “Mmmm. . . Harder Harm.” I try to comply as much as possible, using my legs as she raises herself up slightly and stays still while I pump into her. I watch Mac cum again and it’s one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen. Her head is thrown back, eyes closed tightly as her cries of pleasure come in un measured intervals, until finally she lets out a primal scream of pleasure which is followed by my own. If I’d been able to touch her, my hands would have been on her hips, holding her tightly while she came. Even as I spilled into her, she was rocking against me, slowly, bringing me down from my own high. One that she gave me twice in such a short time, this woman never ceases to amaze me. Laughter escapes the both of us when our eyes meet again. “Wow.” She says with her eyes dancing in mischief and, even if it kills me, this night is far from over.

(Mac’s POV)

“Yeah, wow.” He agrees with a nod. I let out a deep breath, content, spent and sated. I feel Harm still inside of me and slowly ease myself off of him and to the side of the bed. My knees and thighs protesting from the movement. He watches with curiosity as I just slay next to him, trying to catch my breath. He raises an eyebrow when I just look at him, with what I assume is a silly expression. I never really thought much of that whole “glowing” after sex, but this time, Christ I am on fire and the man hasn’t even touched me yet. Harm smiles at me, that powerful flyboy smile and asks sheepishly. “Well, uh, you gonna undo me Mac? Or keep me tied up all weekend.”

“Hmmm. . .I’m still thinking about that.” I laugh and he follows suit. I am glad we can be jovial. Despite my many reoccurring sexual fantasies with Harm, I can not begin to explain how many times I’ve dreaded that awkward moment after, but maybe we know each other too well for that? Harm gives me a pleading, puppy dog look and I fake my disappointment at not being able to keep him chained to my bed. Pity, really. “Ooooh, alright, where are the keys?”

Harm points towards my closet. “Closet, briefcase. . . code is. . .” He stops for a moment and I see him wince, this oughta be good.

“Lemme guess. . .Your birthday?” Most men, I find, are dense when it comes to codes and things. They usually use the numbers for things that they can relate to, which reminds me of another thing. “The year of your ‘Vette?” But he still has somewhat of a pained expression and suddenly my eyes go wide with shock. “You left the keys somewhere else didn’t you?” Not that it’s a bad thing, I really do not mind having a Harmon Rabb Jr chained to my bed forever, but, eventually, he has to get up from there. The thought of calling a locksmith passes fleetingly through my mind, I’d prefer to hack apart my bed before I’d ask for outside help. With our delicate relationship, adding embarrassment to the mix would suck.

Harm shakes his head. “No no. . .It’s in there.”

“So, what’s the problem? Don’t remember the code?” he winces again and shakes his head, “Oh, for Heaven’s sake, Harm, what is it?” Now even I am getting antsy.

(Harm’s POV)

I sigh deeply, oh well, time to make a fool out of myself. “The code is your birthday, Mac.” I see her eyes widen and then her lips twist up in a smile. Wait? She doesn’t think that is weird?

Walking into he closet, she pulls out the briefcase and places it on the bed. “That’s sweet, Harm. . . weird. . . but sweet.” Wow, she finds that sweet? Hmm, maybe progress has been made. As she works on the code, I can help but gaze at her. That nightie defiantly has to come off, her body is just calling me to touch and tease.

She digs the keys out of the briefcase, shuts it close and sticks it back in the closet. Mac sashays over to me, with a wicked grin in place. But, rather than tease me, she works on unlocking my wrists then places the cuffs on the nightstand. “Thank you.” I say and before I have a chance to say anything else, her lips crush into mine. Finally able to touch her, I wrap my arms around her body, running my hands over the curves of her hips. My lips search out that spot on her neck and I suck the skin in, biting gently. Mac gasps, then leans back a bit to offer her neck to me. I devour her, careful of where I am placing the kisses so as not to leave a mark. “Ummm, I was going crazy not being able to touch you, Mac.”

She chuckles, a throaty, sexy, chuckle and I feel her skin vibrate against my lips. “Mmm-hmm, I know. . . I was tempted to set you free.” She places her hands on the side of my face and pulls me so that we kiss again. I knew she had a passion for work and life, but, in bed, WOW.

Tie Me Up

(Mac’s POV) Fire, if I can sum up Harm’s kisses in one word it would be fire. We’re laying on our sides, his mouth devouring me as his hand slides from my utter thigh towards my hip. He pauses there, his finger teasing my side. I am ticklish and would normally be begging him to stop that, but my skin is so alive that I just don’t want him to stop. I reach over to the nightstand and grab the handcuffs. Dangling them on my fingers, I give him a saucy look. “Tie me up, Harm. . .”

His mouth does a perfect ‘O’, I guess he is surprised at my request, but I have to admit I am interested in seeing what went on when I was working on him. I’ve never really been into the whole tying up thing, but, with Harm, it’s starting to intrigue me. He takes the shiny metal objects from me and slides off the bed, allowing me to settle right in the middle. Sitting up, I attempt to remove the nightie again, but Harm stops me. “No, Sarah. . .not yet.” I want to object, but it’s this mischievous sheen in his eyes that tells me to stay quiet.

He’s on his knees next to me when he takes one of my hands and proceeds to kiss each and every one of my fingers. Then he takes each finger into his mouth and sucks gently while keeping his eyes on me. I am tempted to reach out and touch him, but I know he’ll just stop me so I lay there, watching his ministrations and feeling that familiar ache start up again down below. When he’s done with that hand, he stretches it up and wraps my hand around the ironwork. He gives my other hand the similar treatment and then raises it up as well. I hold on as he prepares the handcuffs. They wrap around the iron then click around each wrist. He makes sure to keep them a bit lose, I assume so that I won’t get hurt. Moving away he studies me, eyes scanning every inch, drinking me in. “Ummm, I do love that nightie.” That is great that he loves it, I really did buy it with him in mind, but I would love it more if he’d take it off of me.

He starts at my feet, kissing his way to my knees with his hand trailing behind. Harm glanced up at me with a predatorial gaze as he parts my thighs. His mouth comes down on my right inner thigh, his tongue swirls around the skin then stops completely which causes me to groan in frustration, which only makes him grin more. He then moves over to my other thigh, licking at my skin so sensuously that I am about to lose it. And again he completely skips going between my thighs. “Damnit, Harm. . .” I bite my lower lip as a husky chuckle escapes him.

And he keeps moving up my body stopping only to use the scarf to blindfold me. “Do you trust me, Mac?”

“I do.” I concede without hesitation, and I do. I really do.

(Harm’s POV)

Knowing that Mac trusts me with her body is just amazing, especially since she is now tied and blind. I am trying to work her into as much of a frenzy as she worked me. I move completely away from her legs, though I am dying to taste her. If she only knew that one of my most erotic fantasies is to go down on her, savor her juices as I bring her over the edge. I slip completely away from her lower extremities and sit next to her. My hands touch the cuffs then trace down her arms, slowly. I stop at her shoulders and massage her, gently kneading my fingers to her flesh.

Stopping for a moment, I bed down and we kiss, long and passionately. I feel her lower lip quiver as I sucked on her upper lip. With a grin, I move away from her, completely stopping any caressing of her body. “Harm. .” She says in half protest, half amusement. I am being a bit mean, but just giving her a taste of the teasing she afforded me. The problem is that Mac is so right for the taking, it’s impossible to wait. My hand moves to her breasts, over the satin of her nightie, as I run circles around her nipples bringing them to full attention. I use the nightie to create a bit more friction and the expression on Mac’s face is priceless. “Oh God. . . The sensation is. . . oh God.” She cries out.

I move one of my hands away from her breast and bring my mouth down. My other hand is still playing, kneading her, pinching her nipple. I take her breast fully into my mouth, sucking on it through the fabric. My tongue flicks her nipple, then swirls around and I am dying to feel her flesh so badly, that my own game is turning on me. With a frustrated groan, I reach over to the nightstand, grab the keys for the cuffs and set to work on unclasping her wrists.

(Mac’s POV)

Harm’s setting me lose now and though I am about to ask him why, I feel the nightie being pulled away from my body and over my head. Shame really, the feeling of his hands and mouth on me over the fabric was. . . intense. There was a mixture of friction that I’d never experienced before. Once it’s been removed and I assume, discarded to the floor, Harm clasps my wrists again. His mouth comes in contact with my own, and I feel one of his hands running under my ribs, tracing slightly under the curve of my right breast. His mouth starts moving away from mine, towards my chin and then neck as his hand starts some intoxicating rhythm on my breast. He kneads the skin, then places what has to be his thumb over my nipple and starts flicking up and down. I can feel the tension all the way down to my sex, God, he is going to be the death of me.

Harm’s warm mouth comes down though the valley of my breasts and then he latches himself upon the nipple he was giving a treatment to over the nightie. I can feel the strain of my skin as it rises to perfect attention. “Mmmm. . . Yes, yes.” I catch myself moaning, when he pauses and gives the same treatment to my other breast. But then he breaks off again and I groan in frustration, I know it’s payback and payback is usually a bitch, but c’mon!! I stop my internal complaints when his mouth settles down on my naval, I know what just peaked his interest.

(Harm’s POV)

Hmmmm, now this IS sexy. Mac’s got a tattoo, that much I knew, but she also has he bellybutton pierced. Whatever is clasping the hoop together has a stone inside, a green stone, no doubt some reference to the Marine Corps. All I can say is, semper fi! I move down to play with the jewelry and take it into my mouth while I glide a hand down her torso, bringing forth a series of goose bumps. But, that’s not all I want, I still have a fantasy of mine to make a reality. I stop just a moment, licking the rough patch of skin that is her tattoo.

Settling myself between her legs, I run my hands up and down her thighs, then between to part them. Looking up I see Mac biting her lower lip in anticipation, the action causing me to start getting hard again. And with one long lick, I place all of my attention to her slit. Mmmm, she’s already wet, but I intend on making her wetter. I start by licking around her lips, bringing one into my mouth, sucking slightly, then doing the same with the other. My tongue slightly brushes her clit and Mac let’s out this cry that I know it won’t be long before I can make her cum.

I use her juices to lubricate my index finger and then push through her slit and into her. Ooooh, she is so warm and wet, it’s taking all of me not to plunge into her and take her. I take a deep, calming breath and concentrate on her. My finger moves up the front of her vaginal wall and in seconds I find what I am looking for. If Mac’s gasp is a telltale sign, then I just struck gold. I curl my finger inside of her, careful, even though I have well trimmed nails, not to knick her. My finger moves side to side along her g-spot and I feel her tensing around my finger. “Harm. . . Oh GOD. . .Faster. . .” And I can’t help but comply.

(Mac’s POV)

When Harm started fingering me, I was thinking it was going to be one of those run of the mill type of things. Boy, was I wrong. Almost immediately he found that little button we women have hidden away. The moment his long, thick finger pressed against it, I was spiraled into heaven. He’s working his finger inside me now, curling and sliding it against my g-spot. And I feel this intense tension coming from someplace deep inside. He takes me to the edge and as I am about to climax, he stops only to place another finger inside of me.

I feel his hand pounding against my slit as he eases his fingers in and out of me with a precision I’ve come to appreciate from him. His movements are sometimes slow and calculated, then he speeds up, only to slow down again. It’s as I am nearing a rush when I feel his tongue on my clit again. His hand pounding against me has slowed down, but as he licks at my clit, I feel my body shaking furiously.

He takes my clit into his mouth, fully sucking on my swollen bud. My wrists are frantically trying to break free so that I can run my hands through his silky strands. My hips move sensuously, a involuntary act that I can’t control because it’s how badly I want him inside of me now. “Yessssss. . . Harm. . . yesssssssssss.”

“Sarah. . .” I hear him call from below, I am so close now that every thrust, every feeling of his palm against my opening is making me groan and moan harder.

With a few finaly flicks, I am there, screaming his name in such a passion filled haze that I am sure all of Georgetown knows what is going on in my apartment. Even as I am spent, I feel his mouth on me, sucking softer, teasing my clit as I come off of my high. I can’t help but laugh, it’s either that or I’d cry from the amount of pleasure this man can give me. But, I still want his cock inside me, filling me, stretching me. I need him so much that I’m begging.

Means To An End

(Harm’s POV)

“Harm. . . Please.” She begs. Sarah MacKenzie, begging ME. I am definitely dreaming. But I know what she wants and I know what she needs because it’s the same want and need in me. I remove the blindfold, then give he a quick kiss before kneeling between my legs. Looking her in the eye, I move my hand down to my cock, stroking it to full attention. She licks her lips hungrily as she watches me and once I feel I am hard enough to enter her. Mac parts her thighs for me and I kneel between her legs. I ease my rod into her, just placing the tip inside as I watch her squirm. She tries wrapping her legs around me and bring me close, but I am defiant. As slow as I can, I slid into her, parting her folds, giving her all of me until I reach her core. “Mmmm. . . that’s it.”

My eyes close at the sensation of being engulfed by Mac again. I start moving, keeping my hands on her hips and I push in and out of her. With each thrust, Mac arches her back, her hips keeping some exotic movement that makes the sex that much more intense. I stop trusting completely and bring my hands on either side of her. My cock remains inside of her as bring my lips onto hers. We kiss hungrily, passionately and by the looks of it, she is feeling the same need to be set free that I was feeling earlier. I break away from the kiss and look up to her wrists, making sure she is not hurting herself.

I start moving my hips against hers again while my body lay over hers, my mouth transfixed on her left breast. With each thrust, I lick a slow circle around her nipple, then take it into my mouth, sucking at the same rhythm of my thrusts which are still slow and calculated.

(Mac’s POV)

Wow, Harm inside me is just like heaven. One thing is a man with a nice package, it’s totally different thing when said man knows how to use it and Harm, he definitely knows how to use it. I am being assaulted by different sensations as he slows down his pace to long slow strokes. His mouth is on my breast sucking my nipples, biting down on each erect peak. Damn these cuffs, I want to touch him, to run my nails down his back and squeeze that fine ass of his.

Our mouths duel once more as he kisses me deep and passionately. I suck on his tongue and his lower lip, my eyes then lock onto his urging him to continue. Then I feel him move off of my body slightly, enough to fit his hand between us. I gasp as he reaches my clit and starts swirling one of his fingers on it. An explosion starts building in me and I can’t help but tense my body and urge it to come. I let out some low, animalistic growl and Harm grins back up at me. “That’s it. . . Sarah. . .You like this don’t you?”

“Yes, Harm. . .Yes.” I heart my own breathy voice reply. “Oh God. . . I’ m cuming Harm. . . Don’t stop. . . just fuck me harder.”

And he complies, setting some delicious pace as I feel his thrusts all the way to the tips of my toes. Within seconds I am screaming his name as I feel him spilling his load into me. I take a deep shaky breath and manage to lift my head to find Harm collapsed over my body. It takes him a few minutes to get moving again but, finally, I am uncuffed. I wrap my arms around him, holding our bodies close as we kiss fully. This is wonderful and oh, so right. “So what made you think of this?” I ask and Harm just goes into that full flyboy smile.

“I overheard you telling Harriet something about being on top every once in a while.” I thought back to that conversation and immediately started laughing. “What’s so funny?”

I should be upset that he was eavesdropping, but after all of this, no way. “Uh, you obviously didn’t hear the whole conversation.” He raises his eyebrow in a questioning manner and I decide to fill him in.

“Then what?” He asks with slight trepidation at which I chuckle slightly.

“Twister, silly!” I exclaim and it really is the truth, but he doesn’t seem to believe me. “The Roberts are going to a birthday party this weekend and one of the games is Twister. . and I was telling Harriet, the easiest thing is to try to be on top and then move your hips so that you bump other players. . .it always works.” I smirk and Harm just starts laughing. “What did you think I was talking about?”

“Take a wild guess.” He says suggestively, pointing over at the iron headboard behind us and my amusement just grows.

I sigh and lean forwards to kiss him to feel us both hot and sticky. “Mmm, sailor, I think we need a shower.”

“And clean sheets.” He says with a chuckle, before moving off the bed and extending a hand to me. “Let’s start with the shower.”

I let him take me into my bathroom knowing, full well, we’re totally going to wind up in bed again. Not a bad thing, not a bad thing at all.

EPILOGUE

Harm and Mac did manage to come out of Mac’s apartment. Hunger seemed to override the need to be sexually sated, although, the moment they got back, they stumbled back into bed. In the morning, they lay side by side, arms and legs entwined. Harm reached out and slowly traced over her eyes, nose, lips, chin. And there was that smile again, one that was melting him completely. Why hadn’t they done this before? “I love that smile. . I missed that smile.”

“So, is this how it’s going to be when we wake up together?” Mac’s voice hitched slightly, when Harm’s hand had slid lower moving between the valley of her breasts. “Cause, I can so get used to this.” She leaned forward, bringing her lips to his for a kiss that Harm slowed down to a more romantic pace. He pushed her gently to her back and continued a slow exploration. “Mmmm. . . Harm.” With a grin, he pulled away and waited for Mac to open her eyes. There were so many words, but only one set that he knew she needed to hear. It was time to get them out, but she beat him to it “I love you, Harm. . and . . . I know you love me. I feel it here.” She took his hand and placed it over her heart.

“I’m in love with you, Sarah. . . I’ve been for so long I don’t remember not loving you.” And the smile he loved so much went up in wattage.

“Well then.” Mac began, a mischievous look in her eyes replacing the tenderness he saw a moment ago. “Where were we?”

THE END