Title: You Both Do
Author: MSHDV, MSHDV@aol.com
Summary: Harm almost loses Mac. Was it his fault? Alternate ending to Webb of Lies.
Disclaimer: JAG characters portrayed belong to JAG, CBS and Paramount
Television. No copyright infringement intended. All other characters depicted are
purely fictional and any similarities to actual people are purely
coincidental.
: This story is rated NC-17. If
that sort of thing bothers you, reading further is a bad idea.
You Both Do
D.C. GENERAL HOSPITAL
WASHINGTON D.C.
2400HRS (EST)
He leaned his head back against the cold green wall tiles, hoping the coolness would somehow dull the throbbing ache in his head as the medicinal smell assaulted his senses. The ache that had consumed him since he heard the words..."You'd better hurry." That had been almost three hours ago and still he knew little more than when he had first heard the words..."You'd better hurry." He squeezed his eyes shut and clutched the picture in his fist. How could he have been so wrong? One life saved for another one lost. How could he have let the son of a bitch play him again? Would this be the final play? Would his nemesis now slip away knowing he had won the game by taking the one thing that he cared about most in the world?
"They said this was coffee, but I don't recognize it." Clayton Webb settled on the stiff plastic bench as he handed the cup to Harmon Rabb.
"Thanks"
"Anything yet?"
"Nothing."
"She'll come through this."
"Will she?"
"Yea. Somehow."
As he glanced once more at the crumpled Polaroid in his hand, he knew the words were just that...words to try and desperately stop a relationship as he knew it from ending. Words that would never permit the escalation of a relationship that he desperately needed from starting. All that he might have now would be his fantasies. He hadn't given the bastard enough credit. How had he not seen it coming? How had he not admitted how much she really meant to him until recently? How had he not told her that her friendship was no longer enough? How had he not recognized that her death would be his ultimate torture?
The fantasies from the last 4 months started to plaque his mind as he laid his head in his hands rubbing his eyes to try and prevent them from coming to the surface now. This wasn't the time. This wasn't the place. But as they cascaded through his consciousness, his fear that there might never be a time, that there might never be a place gripped him in the strangling hold of unfathomable regrets. Regrets for being a coward, for not taking the first step, for not allowing himself to face the truth that he had denied for so long. He loved her, needed her as his friend, as his partner, as his lover, as his wife and as the mother of his children.
They had shared so many memories throughout the past, but the one thing they had never shared was the intimacy that he had finally admitted to himself he needed from her. Now he might never know her as a lover. Now he might never feel her body next to his as only a lover had the right to. Now he might never experience her warmth as he made love to her and reveled in her smile, her touch, her taste her scent and the whisper of his name on her lips. Now he might never feel what it would be like to have her completely surround him as he entered her and let her warm wet sex engulf him. Now all that might be left would be his fantasies. Fantasies of what it would be like to feel the press of her naked body against his, fantasies of their taking each other over the edge as they climaxed together...as they found the love they both denied outwardly. The love they both held precariously inside. The love that might never be for...
He watched the Doctor emerge from the Trauma Unit and stood as the grim expression on the physician's face assaulted him and fueled the dread that had laid hidden till now. As if in a nightmare he listened to the words. Was this the end of the road they had come down together? Would there never be anything more? Had time finally run out for both of them? Would she never know how much she meant to him? Would he live with the unspoken words locked in his heart for a lifetime? Was his the end of something that had never had a true beginning?
"I'm sorry I have not been able to give you an update sooner Gentlemen, but..." Dr. Nathan Lewis paused as he faced the two men noticing that it was as if the tall Naval Officer was frozen in a time and place far from the sterile hospital corridor. He had seen more than his share of family disbelief, remorse, a sense of loss at lives taken tragically and unexpectedly from their midst, but the look on the Commander's face was more than that. There was so much guilt and hate in his eyes, the chilled stare sending shivers down the stoic Doctor's spine.
"Commander, Mr. Webb why don't we go into the Doctor's Lounge where we can discuss the patient's prognosis."
Dr. Lewis led them into an area reserved for hospital staff, which proved to be no more inviting than the hospital corridor. As he poured all of them coffee he noticed that Webb had seated himself at the small dinette table, but that Rabb still stood defensively. He signed loudly as he took a seat at the table.
"Commander, I'm not the enemy. I think you better have a seat this may take awhile."
"Just tell me in plain English. No bull shit. I just want the truth and then I want to see her."
"Rabb sit the hell down." Webb irritated locked his gaze on Harm's as he motioned him emphatically to take a seat. He had one friend whose physical life was hanging by one thread and another's whose psychological life was hanging by the another and it was about to snap. If he lost one he knew damn well he would lose the other.
"I'm sorry...I didn't mean..."
"Commander, no apology necessary. Dr. Lewis watched as Harmon Rabb tentatively took the offered seat.
"It is more than evident that Major Mackenzie has been poisoned. From what we have been able to determine by her blood work up the poison is swiftly attacking her immune system. Her respiratory system is in extreme distress, which is creating additional problems for her cardiovascular system. We presently have her on a respirator, some administered anti-toxin medication and feel that we have stabilized her condition for now."
"And the antidote. Did it help in stabilizing her condition?"
"Commander there is no antidote, at least not one we know of. The poison appears to be viral in nature and synthetically produced. It is of no strain we are familiar with. From what we have determined it was inhaled and not ingested in a rather concentrated dosage."
"What does all that mean! How can she be stabilized if you don't even know what the hell to give her or what the hell she has ingested? I want her moved to Bethesda." With that said Harm stood. "I want to see her NOW."
"Neither of what you have just asked is possible. She is stabilized, but not sufficiently enough to be moved without causing additional heart failure. We don't know how much damage has already been done to her neurological system by her previous arrests till..."
"What heart failure...What the hell are you talking about."
"We lost her twice in the ambulance on the way over here." Webb whispered the words distractedly as all Dr. Lewis's words started hitting him full force.
Harm's world was quickly spinning out of control. Now he just wanted to see her and be with her one last time. To touch her for what might be the last time while life still cursed through her veins. To say the words that he needed to say out loud even if Sarah Mackenzie couldn't acknowledge them. Even if she couldn't hear them.
"I want to see her NOW!"
"That is impossible. She is in isolation until the poison is identified as a non-contagion. We also have a battery of neurological and additional blood tests to complete. The next 24 hours are critical. Go home, Commander. Get some rest. Since Sarah has you listed as her next of kin you will be the first to be notified if there is any change in her condition."
"No...I need to stay...I need to be here. I need to tell her..."
"Go home Commander. Go home. You need to rest. Your mind needs to be clear in case decisions need to be..." As Dr. Lewis saw the anguished flicker of understanding pass over Harmon Rabb's face, he shook his head and turned towards Clayton Webb.
"Mr. Webb since you came into direct contact with Sarah we would like to take some blood tests as a precautionary measure. I don't believe there is any cause for concern as all who were previously tested have shown no sign of the toxin."
Webb nodded and followed the Doctor from the lounge just as he felt Rabb pass him quickly and abruptly. "Rabb we'll get him. Don't do anything stupid! Rabb!"
Clayton Webb's words were lost on Harmon Rabb as he raced towards the Emergency Exit and disappeared through the Ambulance Bay Doors. Harm didn't hear Clay's words, as his mind went back to the day that Mac had Bud prepare the Living Wills for both of them. Her words came back to him in a rush as tears filled his eyes. <<Flyboy, you know this is something we have to do...we should do. We trust each other with our lives day to day and there is no one else I would want to trust to make the right decision when it comes to ending my life.>gt; There was love in her eyes then, as she placed her final destiny in his hands. He was in love with her then too, but he didn't tell her. And now thanks to Clark Palmer he may never have the chance.
HARM'S APARTMENT
NORTH OF UNION STATION
WASHINGTON DC
0230HRS (EST)
Harm entered the darkened apartment with his weapon drawn and noticed that the remnants of Clark Palmer's assault on Jordan were gone. Webb's men had swept the apartment and had taken the roses, champagne, everything to the CIA Lab for analysis. He threw his keys on the counter, secured his weapon and braced himself against the counter's smooth surface. From the corner of his eye he saw his answering machine blinking incessantly. Jordan! He had left her confused and frightened at the Plaza Hotel with Bud and hadn't called her since. He knew he had to tell her. Tell her he loved his Marine and his partner and that what they had was over. Another life he would hurt. A life he had saved, while the women he loved lay dying on her apartment floor alone.
He made his way wearily towards the machine. As he pressed the play button the silence of room was charged with pain and fear as he heard Mac's voice slice through the darkened room.
"Harm, it's Mac. Pick up if you're there, Harm! Goddamn you Harmon Rabb, how could you pull that shit and leave me behind again! It should have been my decision to go after Palmer with you! When you get this message we need to clear the air between us if this partnership is to continue! Call me when...when...you get this...Harm! Something is wrong...Oh my God...Palmer...flowers...No! Harm!"
He heard the phone slip from her hand and drop to the floor along with what could only have been her lifeless body. The sounds now echoing through his apartment, as the tears welled in his eyes realizing that Mac's last thoughts of him had been filled with anger. The background noise on the tape seemed to go on endlessly as he stared at the machine, until Palmer's voice broke the darkened silence again this time charging the room with the electricity of mocking hate.
"Hey Harm, didn't think you could get rid of me that easily buddy. Did you? Huh? Well, consider this like a game show. Harmon Rabb pick the prize behind door number 1 or maybe door number 2. Oh you chose door number 2. Sorry buddy, you loose! You both lose! I calculate she has maybe 27 hours and 32 minutes before she becomes another example of my forensic artistic prowess. But you know I think this game is way too much fun...so maybe...just maybe we should continue playing. What do you think? Maybe...just maybe I'll give you the antidote...that just may...just may save her life. Well talk to you soon."
"I'll kill you, you son of bitch! No matter how long it takes I'll find you and I swear I'll kill you!" As the call ended Harm's hate and rage filled the room as he ripped the machine from it place and flung it against the wall shattering once more the silence that was strangling any rational thoughts. Helplessly and defeatedly he collapsed on the couch, once again drawn into Palmer's tormenting games. This time Harmon Rabb let the tears fall as he fell into a fitful sleep. A sleep that would hide his present and hopefully his dreams would take him where he should have always been. Make him change if only in his mind the last time they were together. The last time he had the chance to say and do what he had wanted for as long as he could now remember. Only in his dreams now would he ever...
He walked into the living room and adjusted the thermostat...she was cold. He saw her in his old Navy sweatshirt wrapped in a blanket. She had come to watch over him like she had done so many times in the past...in Russia...in Norfolk.
"Mac I appreciate your concern for my safety, but don't you think you'd be better off going home and getting a good night's sleep?"
"I wouldn't be able to sleep if I was home. I seldom do."
"Hey, what's wrong? Mac?"
"I expected there to be death when I joined the Marines...But not when I joined JAG. Not like this. It's like everyone around me keeps dying."
"It has nothing to do with you, Mac."
"No? Dalton wouldn't have died if he hadn't been involved with me. My ex-husband would still be alive if he hadn't come back to see me."
"You don't know that. And you certainly had nothing to do with Webb's death."
"Look at me, crying like a big baby. No wonder they don't want women in combat."
"Men cry in combat too, they just don't admit it."
"Go on, go back to sleep. I'm supposed to be here watching out for you, remember."
"Right, I'll see you in the morning-Ninja Girl"
...She was so warm...so close...so vulnerable...so inviting...so desirable...he wanted her more than...he felt himself tremble at her touch...at his touch...and he still just turned and walked away. Fitfully he wrestled with his dream as he drifted back...back to that night.
"Harm, would you mind if I stripped it down?"
He walked to her with no hesitation. He knew what she had meant, as he urgently pulled her to him taking his 9MM from her hand and placing it on the coffee table. He felt her hand tremble at his touch and as he looked into the brown liquid pools he saw the desire that mirrored his own. It was time to take what he always wanted...it was time to show her how he felt.
There was no uncertainty in his movements only an inexplicable passion that exploded when his lips met hers. The electricity as their mouths explored each other was heightened as he felt the pressure of her body grinding hungrily against his. He broke their contact long enough to drop the blanket from her shoulders and sensually remove his old sweatshirt from her body anxiously and tenderly when he met no resistance.
As he pulled her towards him again and found her mouth with an unending urgency, his senses went into overload as she wound her arms around his neck and her large erect nipples assaulted his already over sensitized body. He grabbed her ass and pushed her further against his already overgrow erection as he felt her heated wetness stimulate him further. He wanted to feel all of her, to taste all of her, to feel her wet slick folds surround him completely.
He lowered her gently to the sofa under him as his hands explored the length of her and his mouth latched longing on to her already swollen nipple. As he hungrily sucked, teased and felt her peak further harden with his ministrations, she arched her back asking him to take more of her in his warm probing mouth. He felt himself reaching to possess all of her as his hand parted her thighs and he moved to the wetness of her folds. As she spread her legs further to give him greater access he found himself roughly pushing his fingers further...
The ringing of his mobile burst his dream like a fragile bubble as he felt her slipping away from him and he was brought back to the reality of the present. The feel of her and the scent of her sex still surrounded him attacking his senses and paralyzing his reason. He shook his head as he reached blindly fumbling towards the sound of the ringing.
"Rabb"
"Buddy. Glad to hear your voice. Want to play another game? What's your poison? Sorry, no pun intended. How about Let's Make A Deal? Are you up for it? The Major has 18 hours and 43 minutes till... Well you know till when. Meet me at 333 Park in 45 minutes if you want to play for the antidote."
"I'll be there you sorry son of a bitch. I'll be there."
"I know you will...I know you will..."
HARDY WAREHOUSE
333 PARK PLACE
WASHINGTON DC
0730HRS (EST)
Harm cautiously entered through the side door of the abandoned warehouse with his weapon drawn. This time he would not underestimate the son of a bitch who had managed to hold him in this wilderness of mirrors. He was here for one reason and for one reason only. He needed to get the antidote...if it really exists. Was Palmer playing him again? Tricking him into believing there was a chance that he wouldn't lose her? Was he wasting precious time he should be spending at Mac's side to chase a fantasy created by his nemesis?
As he made his way carefully up the stairs to the second floor, Harm tried to concentrate on his surroundings knowing full well that his life and Mac's life depended on the actions of a clear mind. The only sounds that seemed to echo in the deserted ramshackled warehouse were his breathing and that of the rats as they scurried out of his way. There was no sign of Palmer anywhere.
He made his way down the back stairs and entered what appeared to be a small dispatch office directly adjacent to the loading dock. Again there was no sign of Palmer. He cursed himself for letting Palmer manipulate him again. The hope of him getting the antidote faded as he made his way back to his vehicle. Just as he exited the warehouse Harm was startled by the ringing of his mobile.
"Rabb"
"Commander, this is Dr. Lewis. Sarah has developed some complications. We've moved her to ICU. I suggest you get here as soon as possible."
"I'm on my way."
The dread, fear and guilt that surfaced was all but consuming him as he raced to his car. When he approached the SUV, he noticed the small leather case on the front dash by the driver's side. Apprehensively Harm opened the driver's door checking for any wires or booby traps knowing full well however that he wouldn't find anything that conventional. It wasn't Palmer's style. Nor was it Palmer's intention to kill him just yet. Palmer had found his Achilles heal. He had found the most effective way to torture him within the wilderness of mirrors.
Harm gingerly opened the small case, which contained a vial of clear liquid, a hypodermic and a note. <<Harm, buddy. I'm always a man of my word. I think you should remember that. Use this sparingly. You never know when you'll need it again.>gt; He replaced the small vial, threw the car in gear and navigated like a bat out of hell towards DC General.
His thoughts were racing as he maneuvered through the crowded DC streets towards the hospital. His mind was filled with a thousand doubts, questioning the contents of the vial and if administered would it cure or kill her. Would he finish what Palmer had started and kill the women he loved? Harm reached for his mobile and dialed Webb's number.
"Webb"
"It's Harm, I need you to do something for me."
"Where the hell are you? I tried your apartment but got no answer. Not even your damn machine."
"Caught in the wilderness of mirrors. Listen I need you to check out something called DF46-1."
"Animal, vegetable or mineral? What the hell is it?"
"It's supposedly the antidote for the poison that's killing Mac. I got it from Palmer."
"What! How do you know it is authentic? How do you know it's not just another way to play you?"
"I don't. But we don't have much else. Do we? I'm on the way to the hospital. Mac is worse. I just got a call from Lewis."
"I know he called me too. I called the Admiral, Harriet and Bud. They are on their way to hospital."
"Get what I asked for Webb. It could be the only thing that will save her."
"Or it could be the one thing that finishes Palmer's game."
"I know. Damn it I know!"
DC GENERAL HOSPITAL
WASHINGTON DC
1145HRS (EST)
Harm made it to the Hospital ICU in record time, not remembering the drive as he was plagued by his nagging doubts. When he approached ICU he saw the Admiral, Bud and Harriet congregated in a whispering group directly outside the entrance to the unit. The grim look on the two men's faces and the tears streaming from Harriet's eyes, grabbed his heart in a strangle hold afraid he was too late.
"She's not..." He croaked the words out as he couldn't find his voice.
"No Son, but she has stopped responding to the treatment and the viral attack on her body has intensified." The Admiral laid a hand on Harm's shoulder as if to try and absorb some of his grief then stepping away when he saw Dr. Lewis approaching.
"Commander, it is time you and I talk about..."
"No! There will be no discussions till I see her!"
"Very well." Dr. Lewis acquiesced to Harm's tone as he led him to Mac's room within the ICU area. He quietly exited, leaving Harm alone with Mac for the first time.
An audible gasp reverberated above the beeping of the monitors and breathing apparatus as Harmon Rabb saw for the first time what Palmer had done to his partner, to the woman he loved. Suddenly he felt nauseated as he watched all the machines keeping the unrecognizable still form alive. He squeezed his eyes shut trying desperately to retain what composure the last two days had left him, as he took her cold clammy hand in his. He stood quietly at her bedside, stroking her hand, unable to speak, unable to comprehend how and why he had done this to her. Why didn't he just kill him and get it over with! Why did he have to put his Sarah through this?
"I love you Sarah Mackenzie."
Dr. Lewis was waiting with the congregated JAG officers as Harm came out. He noticed the calm determination on his facial features and realized that the discussion he needed to have with the Commander wasn't going to be easy..not that they ever were.
"Commander, I'd like to talk with you privately. If you would please follow.."
"No Doctor not yet. I would like you to administer this to Sarah." Harm handed the small vile to the physician who stared at him questioningly.
"What is this? I can't just.."
"It may be the antidote we have been looking for. It may be her only chance to beat this thing."
"Do you know that for sure? I'm a physician. I can't just administer an unknown substance! I have to think of what is best for my patient! I could kill her!"
"And the toxin won't? Your willing to just let her die?" Harm's patience was raw with desperation and anger as he glared at the Doctor, their shouting attracting the attention of everyone in the quiet hospital corridor.
"I can't! I won't!" Dr. Lewis handed the vial back to Harm, turned and walked away shaking his head violently, just as Clayton Webb exited the elevators.
"What the hell is going on?"
"Lewis won't administer the antidote. He is just going to let her die..or have me pull the plug." Harm leaned defeatedly against the hospital corridor wall.
"Harm, we don't know if that is the antidote."
"Webb, don't you start too! It is the only chance she has damn it!"
"Rabb, DF46 was a chemical warfare toxin developed by Granger Laboratories in Camden, New Jersey in the late 60's. After the Biological and Toxin Convention of 1972, the development and production of substances like DF46 was banned."
"Webb, are you telling me this vial contains an agent that was developed almost 30 years ago? That this is the toxin and not the antidote?" Harm stared heatedly at Webb trying to comprehend what the hell he was saying.
"Not exactly Dr. Jamison Graham, whose baby DF46 was, defected to the other side in 1980, where the agency shows he continued with the development of DF46 and its antidote. In 1989 he disappeared taking the toxin, antidote and the formulas with him. He never resurfaced. The last word we got was that some rogue DSD agents were dealing a highly unstable agent to the highest bidder."
"Palmer."
"Looks that way. It appears that this is the only chance Mac has. If her Doctor won't give it to her..what now? There is no time to get the substance analyzed."
"Well, if Lewis won't administer the vial, I think I know someone that might."
Harm grabbed his cell phone and dialed the number. His last hope was Lt. Commander Jordan Parker. As he assured Jordan he was all right, he quickly related all that had happened, Mac's life and death situation, the vial, her physician's refusal, everything.
"Harm you can't be serious. It is unethical for me to step in and take over her case. Dr. Lewis is a respected physician and is probably only thinking about Mac's.."
"Damn it Jordan she's dying! Her life could be over in a matter of minutes! Are you telling me you won't help!"
"I can't. It is a matter of ethics. You of all people should understand that."
"No Jordan. It is a matter of life and death. Mac's life." As Harm abruptly disconnected the call, the calm tone in his voice frightened him, but he realized that Jordan was right. Mac was lying at death's door because of him, because of Palmer's vendetta against him. If anyone had to sacrifice everything to save her it had to be him and no one else.
"Go with your gut Harm. Mac would want you to. She would want to go down fighting." Clayton Webb laid a reassuring hand on his shoulder and stepped back as he saw him turn towards Mac's room.
Webb, the Admiral, Harriet and Bud watched as Commander Harmon Rabb entered Sarah Mackenzie's room and closed the door quietly behind him. No one tried to stop him. Everyone knew what he was about to do.
This time the incessant beeping of the life giving machines didn't daunt him. This time he wasn't nauseated by what Palmer had done to the women he loved. This time he walked over to the bed with a conviction strengthened by pure love. He dispensed a small dosage of the clear liquid through the IV line in her arm, he kissed her tenderly and whispered..."I will always love you Sarah Mackenzie. Forgive me for what I've done if it doesn't help you."
DC GENERAL HOSPITAL
WASHINGTON DC
1030HRS (EST)
The afternoon turned to dusk. The dusk turned to night. The night turned to dawn when Commander Harmon Rabb first felt the movement of her hand in his. He raised his head from her bedside and watched her eyes flutter open as she struggled against the respirator. Within minutes the nursing staff and Dr. Lewis were at her side, checking her vitals, adjusting her IVs and removing the respiratory.
"Commander, could you please stand back and let us work."
Harm rose to leave just as Mac's pleading eyes met his and she squeezed his hand. Tears came to Mac's eyes as he kissed her hand. "I'll be right outside. Let them do their job Marine." When he felt her hand slip away and saw her nod weakly he exited the room for the first time in 20 hours.
In the corridor Harm leaned against the wall as tears came to his own eyes. His Marine was back. They would get their second chance. As he straightened, the JAG group and Clayton Webb who had also waited throughout the night rushed to him concerned by the commotion and the tears in the Commander's eyes.
"She's coming out of it. I think she's going to make it."
"Thank God, Sir." Harriet leaned heavily on her husband as Bud took Harm's hand.
"It is about time. Commander, how perhaps you should get some rest." Even the Admiral normally stoic in demeanor, couldn't control the relief that washed over his features as he grabbed Harm's arm.
"Yes, Sir. I will soon." Harm turned to Clayton Webb as he approached the group.
"You did it Rabb. You did it."
"No Clay. We did it." Harm was more than grateful for Clay's help his feelings a bit tinged with guilt for not being there for his friend that first night on the freighter. Harm looked around at the small group. His friends were the most important thing in his life..next to Sarah Katherine Mackenzie, his Marine.
JAG HEADQUARTERS
FALLS CHURCH, VA
10 DAYS LATER
1125HRS (EST)
Harm engrossed in playing catch-up, tried to weed through all the paperwork that seemed to have accumulated over the last 10 days. As he looked at his watch for the hundredth time, a small smile played on his lips. Mac was being discharged from the hospital in 2 hours and 55 minutes and it was going to be time to begin the next chapter of their lives.
Over the last 10 days he had spent more time at the hospital with her than he had at JAG and he knew his work had suffered along with everyone else's as the Admiral tried to lighten his case load. He was physically exhausted, but nothing was going to dampen his mood this day.
It had taken all his strength not to confess his feelings to Mac while she was in the hospital recovering and they had continued to play the same games they had played for the last three years. But this weekend was going to be the beginning of their future together. He had convinced her to spend the weekend at his place and he was going to do all in his power to show her how much she meant to him. She was his partner and his friend and now he wanted her to be more much more. As he glanced at this watch again he heard the knock.
"Enter."
"Commander."
"Admiral!" Harm stood at attention as his CO entered his office, surprised as the Admiral rarely visited his officers in their respective offices.
"As you were. I understand the Major is due to be released today."
"Yes Sir. I plan on going by the hospital at 1430 to pick her up."
"And then?"
"Well I have convinced Mac...the Major to stay at my place for a few days until she is able to get her sea legs back."
"I wouldn't let her hear you use the Naval metaphor. I've given her the week so she isn't due back till a week from Monday."
"Yes, Sir. So I understand."
"Take the week Rabb. Make sure the Major gets settled. I expect to see you both back a week from Monday."
"Yes Sir." Harm watched as the Admiral left his office. He smiled to himself as he thought that the man never ceased to amaze him.
Harm stood and walked to the window gazing out at the perfectly manicured JAG grounds. He knew he would have to take it slow with Mac. Though they had lost too much time together all ready, he remembered the disastrous personal relationships they both had in the past. He wouldn't jeopardize this one. He wouldn't take the chance of losing her friendship. The Admiral had given him the one thing he needed. More time with the woman he loved.
Mac gratefully stood in the shower letting the soothing spray assault her tense muscles. Harm would be there in 22 minutes and 18 seconds to pick her up and take her home. She had had enough of the hospital over the past 10 days and enough of being treated as an invalid. She hated being helpless. She smiled to herself as she thought about the way her partner had treated her since her hospital stay. He was there whenever she went to sleep and whenever she woke up. He was different towards her. It was almost like he saw her as more than just a partner and a friend. Stop it Marine! Don't let yourself go where there was no future! He was merely concerned for your well being like any best friend would be! He felt responsible for what Palmer had done! He was guilty! He was still with Jordan!
Still Mac couldn't stop her mind from imagining what it would be like to be more than Harm's friend. More than Harm's partner. She shuttered as she thought what it would be like to be the woman that he desired. The woman that he wanted in his bed. The woman that he wanted to make love to. She imagined his strong hands exploring and caressing her as they played over her entire body. She imagined his mouth following his strong hands as it kissed, nipped, licked and sucked her most intimate places. She imagined his strong erection entering her as she clenched herself tightly around him. She imagined the feel of him hot and hard filling her as he further stimulated her with all his movements. She imagined the taste of him as she took him fully in her mouth and felt him pulsing with desire as she worked his sex with her lips, her tongue and her hands.
As she threw her hand back and heard the groans of complete release that escaped her, Mac was brought back to reality as she realized she had elicited her own orgasm again by imagining what it would be like to be loved by Harmon Rabb Jr. She resisted reality as she rode out her orgasm alone, still imagining he was with her...that he had taken her here...that she still felt his hands kneading and probing her...that she still felt his lips on hers delving and exploring. The knock on the door jolted her back to the present, as she let the last groan of passion and his name escape her lips.
"Mac.. Mac...are you all right? Mac what's wrong? Answer me or I'm coming in!" Harm tried the door to the bathroom and found it locked just as he heard her weak and breathless response.
"I'm...I'm fine. I'm just getting out of the shower. I'll be there in a minute." Mac was shaking as she stepped from the shower and fumbled through the bag Harriet had brought her from home. Had he heard her? Oh dear God she felt so awkward. It wasn't like this hadn't happened before! But it had never happened with the object of her fantasies just a thin doorway away! Damn it Marine! Stop it! How the hell are you going to survive staying at his place, when you can't even take a hospital shower alone without working yourself into an orgasm?
"Are you sure? I thought...I thought...." Harm smiled.
"I'm fine."
Trying desperately to stop her shaking, Mac dried herself quickly, applied minimal makeup and started to dress. She was horrified when she realized that the one thing that Harriet had managed to forget to bring her was her bra, as she stared at her body in the mirror at her large hardened erect nipples. The skimpy red top was never going to hide what her heavy uniform had always and what she hoped the thin hospital door had! Mac took a deep breath and opened the bathroom door.
Harm stood at the hospital window trying to sort out in his mind all he had to do this coming week. First and foremost he was going to have the talk with Jordan that had been put off since she had gone out of town. She was due back today and he was going to break it off with her no matter what. He thought Jordan knew what was coming, because there had been nothing between them for weeks. It had taken him too damn long to admit to himself that he loved his partner and he knew her too well to know that she wouldn't get involved with him on any terms if Jordan or anyone was still in the picture. They also had to talk about Palmer, that night and...
"Harm. Are you ready?"
As Harm turned at the sound of her voice and saw her standing in the light of the bathroom door, he lost all sense of where they were. She might as well have been naked as his eyes roamed over her body heatedly noticing immediately her hard erect nipples teasing the fabric of her skimpy top. Just a few steps away Rabb. Just reach out and touch what you want. Reach out and feel them in your hands. Feel them as you take them in your mouth. Feel them harden and pulse as you stimulate them with your warm probing tongue. Feel her move against you wanting you to take more of her. Just reach out and take what you want.
"Harm. What.." Mac's voice was a breathless whisper, as she watched Harm's heated reaction. How many times she had wished he would look at her like he was. Just take the few steps to him. Just let him reach out and touch what he wants. Just let him reach out and feel you with his hands. Just feel him take them in his mouth. Just feel him stimulate them with his warm probing tongue, as they harden and pulse within him. Just move against him and let him feel that you want more, much more of him too. For some in-explicit reason she broke her gaze. For some inexplicit reason it made her uncomfortable. Maybe it was the surroundings, maybe it was the thought that he was still involved with Jordan, maybe it was merely that deep in her heart she knew it was just a male hormone reaction and that he felt guilty for what Palmer had done and nothing more.
"Harm?" Mac walked over to him cautiously and handed him her duffel forcefully. "Commander, I've decked guys for less!"
"What...Uh...sorry? Ready to go, Marine?" Harm was blushing uncontrollably as he tried desperately to shake the thoughts he was having from his mind. He had it bad...real bad! Get a grip Rabb before you scare the shit out of her and she bolts.
"You can say that again Sailor. More than ready." Again her voice was just a whisper as she walked pass him into the hospital corridor. She trembled slightly and signed audibly as she caught his scent when she passed. This was going to be a very long weekend.
HARM'S APARTMENT
NORTH OF UNION STATION
WASHINGTON DC
1530HRS (EST)
Harm and Mac rode in complete silence to his apartment, each discretely stealing occasional glances at the other, each remembering their burning reaction in the hospital. Harm unlocked his door and deposited her duffel in his bedroom as Mac dropped exhausted on the couch laying her head back and closing her eyes.
"Tired Marine?" Harm walked to the sofa and sat down next to her, closer than he should of, but he was having a hell of a problem keeping his distance. It was hard for him not to touch her, not to hold her, not to tell her how he felt.
"Yea, it sort of just hit me. Wow!" Mac opened her eyes afraid to look directly at him as she felt his scent surround her, as she felt his strong presence close to her. This just wasn't going to work. She knew in her heart that she just couldn't stay the weekend without ending up doing something really stupid. It was guilt he was feeling and nothing more, she was sure of it.
"Mac, why don't you go lay down. I've got to run a couple errands that just can't wait. I hope they won't take long. just make yourself at home." Harm stood and grabbed his keys and started to the door.
"Harm, maybe you should just drop me at home. I don't want to be anymore of a burden than I have already been."
"No way Marine. Besides I promised the Admiral I would take care of you this weekend and that is exactly what I'm going to do! You wouldn't want me to disobey an order now would you! Harm flashed his brilliant smile as he left her with her thoughts.
Mac just signed quietly and shook her head as she watched him go. Guilt and duty! Well that gave her all the answers she needed, as she found herself curling up in a tight ball on the sofa and drifting into a fitful sleep. Memories of Palmer and her partner tossing wildly in her dreams.
Jordan watched discreetly as she saw them go up to the apartment a fury forming in her heart and a rage guiding her movements. When she saw Harm exit and drive off alone almost immediately, she knew what she had to do. She wasn't going to let Sarah Mackenzie have him. If she couldn't have him, she wasn't going to lose him to her!
Since the night Palmer had gotten to Mac and since her refusal to administer the anti-toxin, Jordan had felt the change in their relationship. He was distant and she knew he was trying to find the right moment to end it all. She wasn't going to lose him to his partner! She convinced herself that he was confusing feelings of guilt and friendship with feelings of love. She would chase Sarah Mackenzie away!
Jordan ran across the street and made her way to Harm's apartment and let herself in with her key. She would play on Mac's insecurities concerning men, after all Harm had told her how vulnerable Mac had been and how little self-worth Mac felt when it came to men in general. She would convince her he was just like all the rest of the men in Mac's life. It would be easy. She was after all a professional.
Harm drove with conviction, as he made his way through the traffic to Jordan's office. He had called earlier and had been told that she would be in later that afternoon. He intended to be there when she arrived. He intended to tell her it was over. Then he intended to tell Mac he loved her. Then he intended to tell Mac the guilt he felt for that night.
Mac heard the door open and tried to focus on the figure as she heard Harm's name being called. She sat up stiffly when she realized it was Jordan.
"Mac how good to see you! Harm told me you were going to be released today." Jordan walked to the sofa gushing with insincere concern. "Don't tell me he has left you alone already?"
"You just missed him Jordan...he had some pressing errands to run. Do you need something or can I give him a message."
"Oh no! Don't worry yourself. Actually, I knew he was going out, but I thought I would catch him and anyway I needed to pick up the earrings I left here the other night...now where did I put them? Where else would they be...of course the bedroom!" Jordan Parker lied and feigned modesty as she rushed into the bedroom area and grabbed something off the night table.
Mac's head was pounding, partially from her exhaustion, partially from Jordan's ranting and partially from the thought of her and Harm together. It never affected her this badly before. What the hell is wrong with you Marine!
Jordan Parker walked back into the living room her target in sight. She made her way to the sofa and sat facing Mac, external sweetness and false concern masking the dark internal motivations that were driving her.
"Mac, I want you to know that Harm and I are here for you if you need anything. You can just imagine the guilt...well that he felt when he found out Palmer...had gotten to you as well...he had threatened to do. Understand that he thought you could take care of yourself...and well...you understand he had to come and be sure I was safe. He had to make a choice. After all we are in a relationship. He did send Webb to you." Jordan watched the surprise cross Mac's features as the Marine tried to mask all the conflicting emotions she was feeling.
"Jordan...I believe he did what he thought best and what he thought was necessary." Mac stood her head still pounding and her heart wounded once again by reality.
"Thank you, Mac. Well I better get going, I don't want to keep my Sailor waiting! I promise to send him back...well as soon as I'm through with him!" Jordan smiled seductively as she walked to the door almost unable to contain herself as she watched Mac's reaction to her words.
"Excuse me..."
"Well, since you've been in the hospital and with the guilt he was feeling, we haven't had very much time together...so we steal what we can. His errand...was to meet me at my office. We get what we can get when we can get it. Take care of yourself, Mac." Jordan smiled sweetly and exited the apartment quietly knowing her mission was accomplished.
Mac's head was now spinning at the thought of Harm and Jordan involved in an "afternoon delight" while SHE made herself at home, waiting for him to come back. Numb with feelings she had no right to feel, Mac made her way to Harm's desk and picked up his phone. She pressed the button marked "Jordan-Office" and waited absently holding her breath for the receptionist.
"Lt. Commander Parker's Office."
"Yes, I'd like to speak to Commander Harmon Rabb please."
"Just one moment."
"Rabb."
Mac disconnected the call. She walked to the bedroom, grabbed her duffel and left his apartment, convincing herself he was just like all the rest. She remembered his words that day in the office..."You Both Do." Well, not anymore Commander, you've made your choice. Let her take care of you now.
MAC'S APARTMENT
GEORGETOWN
1730HRS (EST)
Mac berated herself for not fully understanding the strength of her reaction to Jordan Parker's inferences. Had she convinced herself those days in the hospital that there was more then friendship in his eyes? Had she been stupid enough to convince herself that what he felt was a desire to make her more than just his partner? Had she blindly and foolishly convinced herself that he thought of her as more than just a sister, the girl next door, a woman who needed his touch as a man, as a lover? She was frozen with fear, as she unlocked her apartment door as the memories of Palmer and that night started to flood her consciousness.
She felt cautiously for the table drawer never letting her gaze leave the darkened room, as she lifted her weapon and released the safety. She made her way through the darkened apartment turning on every light and checking every room, trying not to succumb to the pounding in her head. Once in her bedroom she collapsed on the bed. Dr. Lewis had told her to let the memories of that night come gradually. Dr. Lewis had told her that the remnants of the toxin would give her the headaches, would give her nightmares until she could eventually deal with all the events of that night of terror. Now thanks to Jordan she was learning more than she wanted to know about that night. More than she wanted to believe.
Mac laid back on the bed and squeezed her eyes shut trying to forget the reality of the last few hours. She rose dejectedly and walked to the bathroom to take the pain medication the Doctor had prescribed. She casually removed her jeans and fell back on the bed, seeking the sleep that would take her away from the real world and make her stop feeling what she didn't want to believe. The sleep that would help her forget the jealousy she was feeling.
He pinned her hands to the bed as his body pressed against her, reaching to secure the safety and watching her beautiful eyes darken with fury when she focused on his face.
"I could have shot you!" Mac's breathing grew ragged as she felt him press harder against her. There was fury in her heart and confusion in her mind, but even it's intensity couldn't still the desire that cursed through her body at the feel of him against her.
"I know." Harm just stared at her as he tried to will himself to let her go, but the passion that overcame him pushed his body down further against her. He couldn't take his eyes off her beautiful face and her near naked frame as every breath she took vibrated wildly against him driving his irrational need for her.
They both just stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity, neither noticed him sift his position so that he loomed fully over her. Neither noticed their involuntary movements as he parted her thighs with his knee and she pressed her sex hard and heatedly against him. But they both noticed the scorning kiss as their lips met forcefully and hungrily sending shock waves of passion through both their bodies. Mac fought her desire and hunger, fought to free herself from his grasp as his tongue roughly parted her lips and she felt him probe her with a passion that was burning her very soul. She groaned as she fought him with her mouth and body, wanting more, wanting all of him...but her memories of jealousy and mistrust forced her away from him.
"Get off of me!" Mac rasped the words out as she watched the confusion and shame cross his face as he rose abruptly and stood at the side of the bed.
"Mac...I sorry. I didn't want..."
"What want to be with me? Didn't Jordan give you enough so you figured you'd come here and finish with me? God you are all the same!" Mac jumped from the bed noticing she was nearly naked, but not really caring. She turned quickly not wanting him to see the arousal caused by his kiss and the feel of him! She headed to the living room her mind consumed with irrational thoughts, as she opened her apartment door violently.
"What the hell are you talking about! What does Jordan have to do with any of this? You're making little to no sense! Harm followed her not comprehending her blind anger nor her words.
"Get out! You chose to save her that night, as...I lay dying without a thought as to what Palmer was doing to me. You dumped me at your apartment today, while you went to fuck your girlfriend. I saw the look in your eyes in the hospital. Tell me Commander did you think I would be that easy? Did you think you'd get another lay when you got home? Did you think you could add me to your list of conquests?" Mac heard herself rambling uncontrollably no sense in her words, as Harm just stared at her blankly with disbelief. She just couldn't stop. She knew if she did, she would burst into tears and that wasn't going to happen! Disgusted with her outburst and with him for not being who she thought he was, she stormed off to the kitchen, leaving her door open for his exit.
He didn't leave, her words starting to register as Harm watched her walk away from him. He slammed the door and went after her, his own anger at her words rising uncontrollably, fueled by the guilt of that night. When he reached the kitchen, he saw Mac braced against the counter trying to regain her composure. As he reached her and spun her around to face him she started her assault again.
"How could I have been so stupid to think that you were any better than the rest! I thought I knew you...I would have given my life for you! How could I have been such a fool? How could I have been so wrong? How could I have let myself fall..!" Unable to face him or control her despair she tried to cover her face with her hands, as she felt him grab them in a vise like grip.
"Yes, I did go to Jordan that night and yes I did go to her office today!" It was all becoming clear to him as she continued to rant...JORDAN! Mac's memories of that night weren't coming back voluntarily, because what she was saying she couldn't possibly know. Jordan's jealousy and possessiveness had somehow fed her. Harm would deal with the manipulative bitch later, but right now his only concern was for the woman he loved.
"Please spare me the details. I'm not in the mood to listen to your sexual episode with..." Mac tried to continue her protests as Harm interrupted her and pinned her against the kitchen counter.
"Shut up and listen Marine. I went to her that night because she would have been weak and helpless against him. I've lived with that choice each day since Palmer got to you! I made the mistake of thinking he would go after Jordan not you! I've lived with the guilt knowing he hurt you to get to me and I wasn't there for you!"
"Thank you for finally being honest with me and letting me know exactly where I stand in your life." She wanted desperately to break away from him, his closeness and grip on her becoming unbearable.
"I sent Webb to you and the minute Jordan was safe I got Bud to stay with her at the Plaza and went to find you...to see if you were all right. But I was too late.." Harm closed his eyes briefly and his voice faltered as the memories of her lying in the hospital slammed into his consciousness.
"Yes you were...too late." She tried to move again, but he wasn't finished.
"God damn you! You were a Marine...I thought you could take care of yourself. Hell you've reminded me of that every minute since we've been partners...you reminded me how strong you were...how much you didn't need me to treat you like a woman, like a..."
"Stop it! Then explain to me why you made me fall in love with you! Why I want to be more than a Marine to you. More than just your partner!" Mac glared at him as the words she had been hiding for as long as she could remember tumbled out in a torrent of despair. She tried desperately to hide her eyes from him as his eyes locked on hers.
"You what...?" Harm tightened his grip on her as he tried to forget his anger and his guilt and focus on her confession afraid he hadn't heard her correctly. Hoping he had.
"Damn you Harmon Rabb! Damn you! Do you have any idea what I felt like when I knew you were with Jordan today? Holding her...making love to her...While I waited patiently for you to come back!" Mac fell against him trembling as the words she had held in her heart tumbled out, as her jealousy overwhelmed her.
Harm dropped his vise like grip on her wrists as he encircled her with his arms and pulled her into his embrace, holding her firmly as her last ounce of resistance melted away. "I didn't make love to Jordan today. I went to tell her it was over between us. I went to tell her she was right. I went to tell her I was in love with my Marine." Harm whispered the words into her hair, hoping beyond hope that it wasn't too late. Hoping she believed him.
Mac pulled away slightly from him and searched his eyes. The eyes that had always held the truth for her. The eyes that expressed his soul and that she had always been able to read better than anyone. As she gazed at him, she saw more than the truth, she saw a fire that she knew mirrored her own. A fire that burned deep within her, that nothing would or could extinguish.
Both were mentally exhausted by their arguing, but both were burning with a new admitted desire that was all consuming. Mac didn't have to urge his mouth to hers, as Harm lowered his head and found her lips hungrily and bruising, both trying to release the sexual hunger of the last 3 years in one kiss. From that point on their movements were not tender nor were they loving. Their movements were pushed by the animalistic need to feel the sex that each wanted from the other.
They didn't remember at what point they shed their clothes, as their mouths continued to explore each other with a passion fueled by the shear desire to consume the other. They didn't move from the kitchen as Mac groaned with pleasure as she felt his hard erection enter her with a force that worked her into an unrecognizable frenzy as she wrapped her legs around him covering him with her wetness. They didn't care that there was no foreplay, as Harm moved hard and fast inside of her feeling her tense and tease him with her counter movements until both screamed each other's names and climaxed together. As he carried her to the bedroom, spent by their passionate sexual release, they both knew there would be a lifetime of love to experience more...as they fell asleep in each other's arms.
Harm woke in Mac's bed surrounded by her scent and the thoughts of their brief but passionate exchange still vivid in his mind. He felt the emptiness of the bed as he heard the shower running, his arousal at the memory of her wetness clutched tightly around him evident as he made his way to the bathroom.
Mac let the hot pulsating spray assault her body as she relived the events of the previous night, as she still felt his hardness inside her teasing her and pushing her to a place she had never been with anyone.
She smiled as she felt him enter the shower, feeling herself back firmly against him as a small gasp escaped her when she felt his already hard erection press against her back. She allowed herself to lean heavily toward him as she felt his hands cover her breasts, teasing her nipples into hard and pulsing peaks of desire.
Harm feeling no resistance continued his slow assault sensitive to her sensually fronting him. "Mac...I want you, but I want all of you this time. I want us to take it slow easy." As she leaned her head back, he noticed the small smile on her lips and started a trail of kisses from her ear down her neck, continuing to massage and finger her nipples. With every small distinct groan from her he continued to slowly, and firmly arouse her further, as he started to learn what she wanted, what she liked.
Mac felt herself weaken and shudder visibly, at the tenderness of his touch and the aching sensations that raced through her body. She could stay like this forever, with him surrounding her and teasing her with his heated deliberate stokes. When she felt one hand slowly descend and caress her inner thighs as it teased her mound with it's fingers, her groan of pleasure caused her to push hard and firm towards his hand. "Harm...please...oh please." She whispered the words through a cloud of sexual frustration wanting more.
"Like this Mac...tell me like this." He felt her press urgently against his hand and he felt the slight parting of her thighs as she tried to give him better access. Her moans fueled his own arousal paired by the wetness he felt as his thumb circled her clit and his fingers stoked her folds. He squeezed his eyes shut at the feel of her and his desire for them to stay like this forever.
"Yes...just like that...just like that. Oh God that feels so good...more...yes." Mac's words again whispers through her ragged breathing of arousal, as his fingers continued to pull and tug at her nipple, his mouth teased her neck with nips and kisses, and his other hand gently and forcefully stroked and probed her, entering her teasingly and then withdrawing.
Harm kept a slow and even pace, not wanting the feelings of her writhing against his slow and deliberate fingering to end. "Tell me again Mac...tell me again." He licked and sucked at her neck, as she started to gyrate slowly and passionately against him matching the rhythm of his deliberate strokes.
"Yes like this...please harder...please Harm...Oh that...feels so so good...faster." She pushed against him when she felt his fingers tease and enter her wanting him deeper in her. When he attempted to quickly withdraw his hand, she clenched her thighs tightly against his hand holding it in place wanting to heighten the feel of him rubbing inside of her.
Harm did as she asked and felt her scream his name as all his probing stroking and teasing flung her over the edge of ecstasy. Her body writhing and convulsing against his pulsing erection caused him to take a quick intake of breath as he tried desperately to control his own climax. Somehow he found the strength, shut the shower, as he felt her turn in his arms pressing deeply and sensually against him.
"Well that was one Marine." Harm tightened his hold on her as he felt her smile against his chest and wrap her arms around his neck signing contentedly.
"And how many do you want Sailor?" Mac's words were a hoarse whisper of pleasure.
"As many as your willing to give Marine." He bit his lip determined to control himself as he felt her start to rub rhythmically and methodically against him.
"Then let's go for some sort of a record." Mac reached up and pulled his head down firmly to her. First her kiss was gentle, but it grew in hungry intensity as her unending desire to please him overwhelmed her. The fire in their kiss pushed them further and further, as both their breathing grew labored through the searing passion of what in no way was a simple kiss. Before Harm could protest through gasping breaths, he felt Mac slide down the length of him and kneel in front of him. She touched him tenderly slowly and deliberately, finally reaching her destination.
"Mac...No please...Mac!" Harm felt her tongue circle wet and hot against his inner thighs as Mac cupped his balls in her hands and moved her tongue around his groin area nipping, licking and kissing her way to her ultimate destination. The heat of her mouth and the feel of her hand as she rolled his balls slowly in her palm, caused his legs to weaken under him as he dug his fingers into her shoulders. The pleading groan that again escaped his lips caused Mac to look up abruptly but she continued her assault. "Mac...No!"
"No...Harm...Don't you want this...Doesn't his feel good?" Mac continued her pressure as her rasping tongue licked the length of his erection, teasing the tip with her lips. As she took his tip into her mouth, she felt him buck against her as she opened and took more of him into her warm wet mouth.
"No...Oh God...Yes...Not here...Bed." Harm felt her taking him deeper and deeper and knew it was just a matter of time before he wouldn't be able to control his release. He wanted his release to be deep within her, feeling her pulsing wetness surround him as he came. His legs were turning to rubber and they weren't going to hold him much longer!
Mac released him reluctantly, but made sure the removal of her mouth further stimulated what was already throbbing hotly in her mouth. She rose, took his hands as she stepped from the tub and guided him to the bed pushing him down under her. Forcing his legs apart, she knelt between them and continued her seduction, this time taking him fully in her mouth, his groan of approval stimulating her own arousal.
"Mac...Now!" Harm grabbed at her trying to roll her under him, hoping she was ready for him. When he felt her rise and straddle him, he gasped with a pleasure that he had never felt as she impaled herself on him taking all of him deep inside her. This mind was clouded with passion as he felt her hot, wet sex encircle him tightening and moving rhythmically with him as he bucked and finally released against her.
Mac felt him come, as his warm liquid spilled inside her. The combined sensation of his erection deep in her mouth and then deep inside stimulated her into a second orgasm more powerful than the first, as he reached for her nipples and played with the peaks as they both fell screaming engulfed by the shear sex around them.
As day turned into night and darkness surrounded them, they lay in each others arms exhausted, spent and numb from their lovemaking. Once, twice, three, four...Mac had lost count, as each sexual release was more intense than the one before. Mac stirred against him as she leaned her elbows on his chest and looked into his darkened eyes.
"What?" Harm looked at her and leaned in to kiss her tenderly.
"We must have broke some sort of a record." She smiled as she increased the passion of their kiss.
"I don't know about that, but there is certainly tonight." Harm had to smile as he saw her eyes darken again with desire and something else.
"No. I meant I've gone 23 hours 14 minutes and 10 seconds without eating!" She laughed as she saw the reaction in his eyes, gasping as he forcefully rolled her under him. She felt him lower himself and take her nipple in his mouth as he started to tease it into a pulsing peak again.
"Do you want to get up and get something to eat?" He whispered the words against her breasts as he moved from one to the other feeling her leaning into his assault.
"Yes...No...Maybe later...Much later." Mac groaned her approval as he took her deeper into his mouth.
Throughout the day they had both learned what stimulated the other sexually. What each could do to the other separately and what each could do to the other jointly. Harm felt her ride him again, stimulating her simultaneous with his fingers and enjoying watching her play with her breasts for him. He closed his eyes knowing their screaming orgasms were threatening to join them again as he drifted to a place of pleasure. He heard the distant ringing of the phone, but ignored the sound as his own moans of sexual pleasure filled the darkened room.
Mac reached for the phone instinctively never stopping their joint intense rhythm and heard the questioning familiar voice on the other end. Mac smiled as she replaced the receiver, but not before she hit the speakerphone. She felt him buck against her, as she pushed them both to release their joint words slicing into the sex filled room and the phone receiver.
"Damn you Sarah Mackenzie, each time is better then the last! I never imagined...any woman could do this to me...until you! I guess its love that makes me want you, need you so much! I love you Sarah Catherine Mackenzie." Harm's words were first carried on the groans of desire and finished on the moans of pleasure, as he settled her into his arms.
So immersed in the feel of his Marine and amazed at the sexual heights they continued to take each other Harmon Rabb never heard the shocked anguished gasp of Lt. Commander Jordan Parker, as she slammed the receiver down. He never felt Mac discreetly release the speaker button as she rolled into his embrace.
They lay in each other's arms, satiated for the moment when Harm finally broke the silence.
"Mac?"
"What?"
"You know Palmer is still out there and I still have to deal with Jordan."
"Harm, we'll deal with Palmer together when we have to and as far as Jordan is concerned, well I don't think you'll hear from her again anytime soon."
Harm looked at the woman in his arms with a questioning glance. "What?"
"I'll tell you later, right now you need to feed me." Mac saw the glint in his eyes as she moved from his embrace.
"I mean food Sailor."
The End