Major Sarah Mackenzie was in her living room doing some rearranging.  It was a boring Saturday for her, no investigation to conduct,  no trial to get ready for.  Since the departure of her partner, Lt. Cmdr. Harmon Rabb for flight duty last month, she had been rather, well bored was the only word that came to her mind.  She was moving a chair when she heard a knock at her door.

    "Wonder who that could be?" she thought to herself as she opened the door.

    "Hey Mac," Harm said leaning on her doorframe like nothing had changed between them.

    "Harm, what are you doing here," she asked surprised.

    "I had a few days before I had to report to the Patrick Henry, so I thought I'd come by and see you.  You're happy to see me right?"     "Yeah, I am.  Just surprised.  Why didn't you call first?"     "I didn't know how long I was going to be in for and wanted to surprise you.  If you are busy I can leave."     "No, no come one in.  I don't know where my manners are."     "Rearranging?" Harm asked as he noticed that things had changed places.     "A little.  I figured it was time for a change."

    "Need some help?"

    "Yeah, next job is the couch," she smiled looking at her rather heavy couch.

    The former partners spent the next couple of hours rearranging her living room.  When they were finished they collapsed onto her couch, both exhausted.

    "You sure know how to wear a guy out Mac," Harm smiled.

    "Oh you wish," she laughed.

    "Want to go get some dinner?"

    "That would require taking a shower and changing clothes, I don't have the energy for that, but I'll order pizza," she said.

    "OK," he smiled as he watched her pick up the phone.

    "So, how are your quals going?" she asked over pizza.

    "Great, better than I expected.  I'm getting the top score on all the tests, practical and written."

    "Well considering that you have 10 years experience on these guys, I would hope so."

    "Its different Mac.  They're all younger and smarter, or so they think, at least," he laughed.

    "Are they giving you a hard time?"

    "Nothing I didn't expect or can't handle.  What about JAG how are things there?"

    "Boring!  Haven't seen Webb since before you left, there haven't been any especially exciting cases, and I haven't encountered any terrorists  in a while."

    "Sorry," he smiled.

    "About the most exciting thing going on right now is this weird battle between the Admiral and Tiner."

    "Tiner?"

    "Since Harriet has been gone, he has been doing her job and his. Really it's too much for one person to handle.  The Admiral doesn't see it that way though."

    "Poor Tiner," Harm sighed.  "Brumby giving you any trouble?"

    "No, he's keeping his distance."

    "Good."

    "Good?  Harm, you sound jealous," Mac smiled.

    "Damn right I'm jealous!  I'm stuck with these 25 year old jet jocks with something to prove and Brumby gets to see you every day," he  grinned at her.

    "I thought you were where you wanted to be?" she asked hopefully.

    "I am. I just like complaining about it."

    "How long are you here for?"

    "I report to Norfolk at noon tomorrow," he said.  He looked down at his watch.

    "I didn't realize how late it was, I really need to be going," he replied.

    "I'm so glad you stopped by.  Want to have breakfast tomorrow before you leave," she asked.

    "I'd love that. I've missed you Mac," he said taking her in his arms to hug her.

    "I've missed you too, Flyboy," she whispered tears catching in her voice.

    "Hey don't cry. I'm only going to the Adriatic, not half way around the world."

    "That is half way around the world, last time I looked at my map!" she let go of his neck.  His arms lingered around her waist.  Mac looked up through her tear stained eyes and caught his eyes.  She looked at him for a few moments, like she was searching his soul for something.

    He leaned down slowly and placed a gentle kiss on her lips.  She responded to his touch by deepening the kiss.  She opened her mouth to his as  his tongue invaded the recesses of her mouth.  Their tongues danced together as Mac put her arms around his neck again, embedding her hands into  his hair.

    Harm could feel his heart beating in his chest, he quickly put aside all thoughts that he was taking advantage of her, as he stopped thinking with his brain.  He ran his hands down her back, and then up the inside of her shirt. He moved them around to the front of her bra.

    She broke the kiss long enough to look down at where his hands were traveling.  She watched as he unsnapped her bra in the front and began fingering her nipples.  She felt herself becoming aroused and knew from the growing bulge in his pants that he was also.

    Harm looked into Mac's eyes for a moment, and seeing no protest he captured her lips once again in a forceful kiss.

    "Harm, I need you," Mac whimpered as she felt his hands roaming across her body.

    "I know, baby.  I need you too," he whispered pulling her toward the bedroom.  He slammed the door shut with his foot, never once taking his arms or lips off of her.

    She slid her shirt over her head revealing her bare chest.  He moved his hands slowly toward the zipper of her pants.  He carefully slid her pants off of her, so that the only thing she was wearing were her panties.

    "Days of the week underwear?" Harm giggled as he got a good look at them.

    "Last time Chloe and I went shopping," she explained as she fiddled with the buttons on his shirt.

    "Oh," was his answer as she removed his shirt and then moved her skilled hands down to his zipper.  She pushed him back on the bed and removed his pants.  She straddled him, the only thing separating them being their underwear.

    He threaded his fingers through her hair, as she traced his neck with her tongue.  He was enjoying the feel of her lying on top of him, of her mouth on his neck.  He wasn't entirely sure how much longer he could hold out. He wanted so desperately to be inside her.

    Mac could feel his desire for her through his boxers.  She slid her hands down his chest, to the top of his boxers and slowly slid them off.

    Harm closed his eyes and moaned as she took his erection into her hands and began gently massaging it.  She ran her fingers up and down its length, watching him harden with each stroke.

    Knowing that he couldn't take much more of this sweet torture, he pulled her hands away from him, and gently rolled her onto her back.  He placed her hands over her head.  With one hand he held her hands above her head, with the other he slowly removed her panties.  Both were lying on the bed, naked and ready for what was to follow.

    Knowing that she was giving herself to him completely, he released her hands and began teasing her body as she had done to his.  He ran his hands down her neck to her breasts and down to the place where he most wanted to be.

    "Harm.... please," she sighed as he ran his fingers through her. Taking that as his cue, he hovered over her.  For the first few moments, he lay on top of her, neither one of them said or did anything.  Just the feeling of being this close was enough for them.

    After a little while, Harm pushed himself up onto his hands and very slowly and carefully positioned his manhood at her entrance.  He slid into her and felt the first tentative quivers of her body as it got accustomed to the invasion.

    He looked down and noticed the troubled expression on her face.

    "It's been a while," she said explaining.

    "We don't have to, I don't want to hurt you," he said softly.

    "I know you would never hurt me," she said.

    "No, I wouldn't," he whispered softly into her ear, taking the lobe into his mouth.

    "Did I ever tell you that turns me on," she giggled.

    "You never had the occasion to."

    There were no more words exchanged between them.  Mac shifted their positions so that she was on top.  She lowered herself to him and together they brought pleasure to one another in a way neither one had (ever) known.

    Hours later they lay in the quiet room.  Mac was sleeping quietly, leaving Harm alone with his thoughts.

    And scared to death.