Title: What Were You Gonna Do?
Author: MSHDV, MSHDV@aol.com
Summary: Who would have Harm saved on that hijacked jet? Continuation to Bridge at Kang So Ri.
Disclaimer: JAG characters portrayed belong to JAG, CBS and Paramount Television. No copyright infringement intended. Heart Hush belongs to the superb Reba McEntire and MCA Records. All other characters depicted are purely fictional and any similarities to actual people are purely coincidental.

WARNING: This story is rated NC-17. If that sort of thing bothers you, reading further is a bad idea.


What Were You Gonna Do?


OSAN AIR BASE
SOUTH KOREA
1800HRS (EST)


"I always knew you had it in you Sailor. You know, flying tourists to Hawaii might just suit you." Mac gave Harm one of "her" looks. Moving towards the building she turned suddenly, with a mischievous half smile on her lips. "I'll see you tomorrow at 0700 sharp. Try to get SOME sleep tonight."

What were you gonna do?

That small phrase had played over and over in his head since Mac had asked the question. Commander Harmon Rabb Jr. stood in the cold misted rain on the airfield tarmac as he watched Lt. Colonel Sarah MacKenzie move way from him towards the terminal building with General Zachary Wolf. He noticed Mac lean over Captain Armstrong and lay a hand on his shoulder as she offered words of encouragement to the brave Oceanic Airways Captain.

"Harm, let's go. I'm just chilled to the bone? I'd just like to take a long hot bath and get a fabulous dinner. Isn't it great we finally get to spend sometime together!"

Harm turned with an arched eyebrow as Rene Peterson encircled her arm through his and smiled seductively at him. He felt himself tense slightly, attempted a small forced smile and stole his last look at Mac disappearing through the Terminal Door.

"Sure, let's go. Where are you staying?"

"Wherever you are Harm!"

Harm felt himself tense openly this time, as they walked towards the Osan Air Base Operations Building, Renee Peterson still clinging to his arm.


SEOUL HILTON
SEOUL, SOUTH KOREA
Room 2010
2000HRS (EST)


Harm threw his bag on the bed, remembering the pouting expression on Renee Peterson's face as they had checked in. Arguments of military protocol and propriety while on assignment initially didn't appear to dissuade her insistence that they stay together. The poor desk clerk had looked apprehensively between then caught in the middle of their exchange and the harsh words Renee had spat at her. But ultimately he had won and he watched her huff off to her own room annoyance visible on her face and in every body movement.

He shook his head as he made his way to the bathroom, stripped down, and stepped into the assault of the shower, hoping it's violent spray would soothe his tensed muscles.

Harm's thoughts went back to the events of the trip. He knew he was an accomplished pilot, but he had never landed 200 tons of aircraft. He never had the destiny of 333 people in his hands. He remembered glancing at Mac as she took the seat next to him in the cockpit, ready to stand by him as always, ready for them to see this through together. Fear had gripped him as he realized he had never had her life so tenuously in his hands, at least not since he admitted to himself openly that he loved her and wanted her forever in his life.

His fervent physical desire for her had threatened to push him over the line towards a passion that could only be described as insanity so many times lately that it scared the hell out of him. An intolerable ache clutched his heart every time he remembered that a gesture as simple as moving a ring from one finger to another would take her from him forever. He hated Brumby for having the balls he didn't. But he was who he was, Mac was who she was, they were where they were, and that was the problem.

What were you gonna do?


SEOUL HILTON
SEOUL, SOUTH KOREA
Room 1915
1950HRS (EST)


Lt. Colonel Sarah Mackenzie dropped her suitcase on the floor and collapsed exhausted onto the bed. Another hell of an assignment, another hell of a day, and she had another hell of a night that would stretch endlessly in front of her. She groaned as she focused her mind and body on another endless sleepless night without him.

She changed from her uniform, unpacked her bag and slipped into her silk robe. As she grabbed her toiletry bag she realized that her hands were trembling. Damn it Marine, get a grip! The thought of telling Harm she had made her decision frightened the hard Marine and forced her to drop on the edge of the bed as her legs weakened beneath her. Since that ferry ride, since Mic had given her the ring, since they had returned from Australia, he had done nothing but toss annoying innuendoes her way concerning her relationship with Mic. She had worn her heart on her sleeve that night in Sydney and he had rewarded her with respect and proceeded to take her to Luna Park to re-enact a 30-year-old crime. Well so much for Kodak moments! Harmon Rabb Jr. hadn't let go and she had to resign her heart to the fact that he willingly probably never would.

Gaining her second wind, Mac drew a jasmine scented bath and lowered herself into the warm water. As its warmth renewed her strength, as it caressed her body and assaulted her tighten muscles, she knew there would be nothing that ever could relax the knot that strangled her heart. Mic was a good man, who loved her, was military and would do anything to accommodate the distance and their careers to make her happy. She signed as she pushed the desires of what seemed so out of reach from her thoughts.

As the scented water soothed her, the face of Rene Peterson intruded on the serenity of her surroundings. Mac had to laugh at the thought of Harm's choice in women and at the irony that he thought SHE made bad choices! From his involvement with the neurotic weak widow of his best friend, to his involvement with the conniving psychobabble psychiatrist, to his current involvement with a Hollywood wa-na-be bitch, his relationships had been equal to hers in the bizarre category. The handsome aviator could have anyone he wanted. ANYONE! The choices he made seemed to be out of shear convenience and none of his past relationships seemed to be with anyone worthy of him, anyone who equaled his integrity, honor, strength and intelligence. It was just so strange Mac thought. What they say about opposites attracting was certainly true in his case, but his were like politico and assassin.


SEOUL HILTON
SEOUL, SOUTH KOREA
Room 2010
2030HRS (EST)


Harm hurriedly grabbed his hotel key on his way to meet Renee, when the phone rang. Damn he thought to himself. He was already late and after the scene played out when they registered, he wasn't in the mood for incriminations, pouting or winning.

"Rabb."

"Harm, it's Mac. I just went through my papers and realized I didn't have the interview schedule for tomorrow's meetings. I thought I would review it tonight and find a way to maybe shorten the need for us to stay the week."

"Let me check a minute, hang on." Harm rifled through his briefcase and found that he had inadvertently taken both copies.

"Yea, got'm both."

"Well, since you took them both, you can getup off your sorry six and bring my copy to me."

"Hey, remember I saved your six today. Show some respect. Actually, I was just doing down to meet Renee for dinner so I'll drop it by on my way out." Harm wanted to ask her to join them, but he knew that after the events of the day, the last thing Mac would want to do was spend a mindless evening with Renee Peterson. He wished he were having dinner with his partner and best friend, instead of..

"There goes that flyboy ego soaring somewhere in the wild blue yonder again!"

They continued to tease each other playfully, Harm got Mac's room number and hung up. As he hurried out the door the question that had been haunting him surfaced again.

What were you gonna do?


SEOUL HILTON
SEOUL, SOUTH KOREA
Room 1915
2045HRS (EST)


Harm knocked on Mac's hotel room door. As the door swung opened the distinct scent of Jasmine trailed from the room attacking his senses. Welded to the spot, Harm noticed how beautiful his jarhead was. Her hair was still wet, her face scrubbed clean and the scent of jasmine emanating from her as she moved her hand to take the document.

He realized Mac was waving her hand in front his face as he snapped back to reality. "Earth to Harm. Is that it?"

"Oh yea. Here you go, Colonel. This what you need?"

"This is it." A moment of uncomfortable silence grew between them as Mac flipped through the file and Harm just stood staring at her trying to imagine what it would like to wake up with this incredible woman next to him each morning.

"Well, you'd better get going. You don't want to keep the video princess waiting."

As she slipped back into the room, she turned as she watched him head toward the elevators. "Harm."

"Yea?"

"That was a nice save today, Navy."

"Thanks, Mac."


TAIPAN RESTAURANT
SEOUL HILTON
SEOUL, SOUTH KOREA
2130HRS (EST)


Mac stood in the restaurant vestibule waiting for Mickey Gallo. She still couldn't believe she had accepted his dinner invitation, considering she didn't particularly care for the cameraman. But it beat room service, it beat eating alone and as always she was starving.

"Am I late?"

"9 minutes and 18 seconds to be exact." Mac realized this was a really bad idea as she watched him leering at her unashamedly. Just as she was about to make her excuses, Renee Peterson came around the corner and spotted them.

"Major! Mickey!"

"Actually it's Colonel."

"Whatever." Renee turned to her cameraman and winked.

"Hey, the restaurant is really crowded, why don't you two join Harm and me at our table? Anyway, it will give the two women in Harm's life a chance to get acquainted. Right, Major!"

Before Mac could protest, she felt Mickey's hand on her waist as he guided her after Renee. She tensed at his touch, but had to smile to herself. She could just imagine the horrified reaction on all the tourist's faces if one angry Marine Colonel chose to deck one pudgy cameraman in this peaceful dining setting.

Harm saw Renee approaching and noticed Mac with her, the surprise on his face more than evident. Now there was an unlikely pair. As he stood, he noticed Mickey Gallo with his arm around Mac's waist maneuvering her around the obstacles in the crowded restaurant. Harm's jaw tightened at the thought of anyone touching Mac. Get over it Rabb! Mic will be doing more than that when the ring changes fingers! Remember you can't let go! Remember you respect her!

"Look who I found! Renee all but bounced to the table as she grabbed Harm's arm. "I know this was supposed to be a quiet dinner for two, but we have all night together!" Renee seductively looked at Harm oblivious to his discomfort and that his thoughts were not about spending the night with her.


The meal was excellent, but the conversation was stilted. Harm uncomfortable with all Renee's touching and blatant innuendoes, even wondered at one point if she was actually trying to provoke his partner. He dismissed the thought as he remembered she wasn't smart enough to play overly covert games. Harm also found the looks that Mickey Gallo gave Mac all night disturbing him to the point of distraction as he kept a fist clenched tightly under the table.

Mac spent half of the evening trying to comprehend how the intelligent Harm she knew possibly could be attracted to the ball of fake fir sitting next to him. The other half of the meal she spent removing Mickey's hand from her thigh. When enough was enough, Mac twisted his fingers back so hard, with her own vise like grip, that he winced visibly and had to excuse himself from the table to recover. He never touched her again.

The waiter came and served the coffee and desert, Harm and Mac knowing escape from this incredible uncomfortable situation within their grasp.

"So tell me, Major have you given anymore thought to what we discussed on the plane?"

"I'm sorry Renee, what was it we discussed?" Mac had given up trying to correct the twit on her rank as she noticed the amused smile on Harm's lips.

"You know, appearing in one of my recruiting videos for the Marine Corp. I just know the camera would love you, once we, you know, fixed you up a bit. Makeup, hair, the whole bit."

"Ah, yes and I shed the drab uniform."

"Right. What do you think?"

"You know Renee, I'll seriously think about it and let you know when I get back from Australia." The minute the words were out Mac felt Harm's gaze burn right through her. She had never intended to tell him in front of strangers, but her annoyance at Renee's comments and the exhaustion from the day's evens had let her pride surface and get the better of her. Mac had intended to tell him the whole truth privately and she knew he was as hurt as he was angry.


SEOUL HILTON
SEOUL, SOUTH KOREA
ROOM 1915
0130HRS (EST)


Harm stood outside Mac's door, his stubborn pride fueling his anger. He had quickly shed Renee, stopped by his room and now stood in front of Mac's door unable to knock till he gained back some composure. Time had run out for him and now he was going to lose her! What was he going to say to her? What was he going to do? He had managed to get control of his anger, but he knew the hurt he felt at her leaving him he could never hide from her.

Mac was angry at herself for letting that blonde bimbo goad her. She had hurt Harm, like she had when she had gone to Farrow instead of him. Now she wondered if she could go through with what she had planned. God Marine your so dumb sometimes!

As she heard the soft knock at the door, she didn't even check to see who it was, she knew it could only be one hell of an angry aviator. When Mac opened the door she saw someone completely different.

"Come in. I knew it would just be a matter of time before you came down here." Mac whispered the words but wouldn't meet his eyes, afraid to see the hurt in them again.

"What did you expect me to do after 4 years, just go to bed! Meet you at 0700, like nothing was said. Just let you leave, without a word." Harm turned and noticed that Mac hadn't turned and was still facing the door. They had been talking into the stillness of the room their backs to each other. This is ridiculous. After all this time they couldn't even look at each other.

"Well, there was always Renee to keep you company." Mac bit her tongue as the words came out. An argument wasn't part of the plan. She gathered all her strength and walked to stand directly in front of Harm. This would be the last time.

"And for you Mic. Are you going to tell me all of it? Why here? Why now?" It was a quiet statement of fact followed by a barrage of questions. The discussion he was about to have with Mac had only appeared in his worse nightmares.

"Harm, look at me."

As he looked down at her, he felt her lay her hands on his chest and saw the same look in her eyes as on the ferry. Her hands started slowly caressing him through his shirt, the fire of her sensual touch made his head spin. He couldn't suppress the confusion in his eyes, as he felt every heated touch.

"Mac, please. Don't do this to me. Tell me the truth. Tell me."

"You know my truth, now I want to hear yours. Don't tell me what they did in Seoul on New Year's Eve and I don't what to hear how beautiful this hotel is." Mac continued her upward caresses until she stopped and started to undo the buttons of his shirt one by one.

"Mac, please." It was more of a groan of pleasure than a whisper to stop. What's wrong with you Rabb! Stop her! She is wearing someone else's ring! She's your partner! You have your careers to think of! What were you gonna do on that plane? Your not ready yet! His mind screamed at him, but his body for once in his life just let him feel.

The feel of his skin on her lips as feathery kisses followed the touch of her fingers gave Mac the courage and conviction to continue. She felt his strong hands hesitantly on her waist and knew her gentle touches were affecting him as much as her.

Mac stood on her tiptoes and wound her arms around his neck, moving tightly against him and locked her eyes on his. "I always treasured your respect as a partner, but now I need your love as a woman." With that said she brought him down to her, just teasing his lips with a small brush of her lips. "Do you love me, Harmon Rabb?"

Thoughts were rolling around uncontrollably in Harm's head, as he felt the slight hint of the kiss he had waited for so long for. Military protocol! Losing her forever! Propriety! Losing her forever! Careers! Losing her forever! Her in Mic's arms at the airport, when he looked back! Losing her forever! To never feel her in his arms completely! Losing her forever! To never feel her in his bed completely! Losing her forever! Seeing that damn ring on her finger everyday! Losing her forever!

"Do you love me, Harmon Rabb?" The words a little more sensual, her movements a little more distinct, but the second kiss still just a whisper.

Harmon Rabb Jr. after four years of propriety finally let go. His mind and body for the first time were completely in sync, as he tightened his grip on Mac and dropped them both on the bed. He leaned over her the few words coming easily. "Yes, Sarah Mackenzie. I've loved you for as long as I can remember." He watched as Sarah Katherine Mackenzie slipped the ring off and laid it on the nightstand beside her. As he watched her, he knew the love in her eyes would be with him forever.

For the first time he knew what he would have done..


Epilogue


Commander Harmon Rabb felt her move slightly away, as he watched her slip the ring off her finger. He saw the look of love in her eyes and knew it was forever, but no longer was it enough. No longer could he control what he most wanted in the world, to be completely engulfed by her, to taste what was sexually hers only. Fueled by all the fantasies that had interrupted his dreams each night for as long as he could remember, he grabbed her and pulled her down to him rolling her under him.

"Hey Sailor this was my idea first...remember?" Mac purred the words, surprised at the tone in her own voice. She felt him pin her hands above her head and felt his gaze just watching her with an intensity that she had never seen in his eyes before. Not when he looked at the fur ball, not when he looked at the neurotic, not when he looked at the pycho-babble bitch. This look was for her only, would always be for her, as she felt her own need come to the surface quickly.

Harm just looked at her as he felt every part of her body inflame his with small electrical shocks at every point of contact. He released one of her arms as he reached for the lamp, but he felt her body rub sensually against his as if to stop him with just it's sheer pressure. He felt her nipple's hardened peaks pressed hard against his chest and he gasped loudly as he squeezed his eyes shut.

"Open your eyes, Harmon Rabb. Leave the light on. I've waited 4 damn years and I want to not only feel all of you, but I want us to watch every movement that takes us over the edge." He hadn't even kissed her yet and as Mac watched the kaleidoscope of emotions cascade through his eyes, her own desire bent him to her and teasingly flicked her tongue over his bottom lip as she then nipped across it with her teeth. She felt his lips part slightly as she darted her tongue quickly and completely into his mouth letting him feel every movement as it probed firmly asking for more from him.

The first kiss was soft, then grew firmer, until Harm couldn't control his lust any longer as an animalistic groan escaped his elevated breathing and he claimed what he had always known was his. He strengthened the kiss as his own tongue, thick and hot, devoured her as he pushed her firmly into the mattress and felt her rub her leg purposely against his already hard erection. As he probed, licked and sucked her mouth with his own, he moved his hand under her thigh and pushed her further against his point of pleasure.

Mac felt his hunger for her as she met every movement of his mouth with hers, firmer and harder with every sign of sheer passion she uttered. She marveled at how perfectly his mouth molded to hers as they explored every last point of contact, but her oral fixation was now only focused as always on one part of his firm muscled body. As she slide her hand down the length of him, she could only reach its tip with her fingers, as she further inflamed him with her teasing feathery strokes. As she teased and rubbed him she felt her wetness pool between her thighs and her own bud pulse almost with painful fury from the mere feel of him and by their heated kiss.

Because of the simple need to breathe and the fear their bodies would cause their actions to bring the ultimate reaction too quickly they broke the kiss hesitantly, both their breathing ragged and both still wanting more. Both wanting it all. Both wanting to taste each other's sexual juices until there was no more to drink. Until the hunger and thirst of the last 4 years was satiated for the first of many times to come.

Harm looked into her eyes amazed at how quickly this body had come to this point. "You're beautiful, Marine."

"So are you Sailor. Harm...Why did you...stop?" Mac still felt his hand running the length of her and groaned as she felt the soft wet kisses he was softly circling around her neck.

"I didn't want to come before you were more than ready...I wanted to come completely inside you. I wanted this to last." Harm watched as her eyes went from confusion to understanding. He heard her soft laugh and then felt her hand take his to the only place that would prove, more than words, that she was reaching the point where she would be more than ready.

Harm felt her guide his hand, he noticed the lack of underwear under the robe, he felt her slightly part her thighs as she placed his hand against the wetness of her soft folds. Paralyzed by the feel of her, he found he couldn't remove his hand as it started slow and deliberate strokes against what was uniquely Mac. He heard her moan, felt her move into his hand with her body, and felt her further open herself to him. His gaze never left hers, as he watched the passion on her face, his own desire for her again growing uncontrollably.

"That's never been a problem around you, flyboy." Mac whispered the words, squirming under his firm and steady touch. As his fingers stroked slowly, each ascent and descent entering her a little more each time, she found herself slipping too quickly somewhere she had never been before with anyone. "Harm...please...oh please...that is just..." Moans, signs and whispers all tumbling out in one sentence of utter pleasure.

Harm firmly found her lips spilling all his own desire into her with his mouth. As their tongues tangled briefly, he pulled away and stood by the side the bed willing his legs to hold him.

Mac feeling the cold air suddenly around her turned her head at the motion and watched him through eyes clouded by desire. Mesmerized, she saw him quickly shed the remnants of his shirt remove his belt and undo the clasp of his slacks. She willed herself to quickly stand on her rubber legs and reached out her hand to stop him. Standing before him, she watched him as she undid the sash of her short silk robe and let it slip silently to the floor pooling around her feet.

Harm watched her stand naked in front of him and felt her tender fingers on the waistband of his slacks. He had imagined her naked in front of him so many times before. How she would look. How her bare flesh would feel against his. What they would do when all barriers between them had been removed. But nothing prepared him for what he saw or where she was going to send him.

Mac reveled at his heated gaze filled with wanting and desire that she knew mirrored her own. She felt his eyes as much as his hands that now caressed her bare buttocks, their touch sending shivers through her body and the ache in her core growing unbearably. She felt his hands trace upwards inflaming her further, as she knelt before him. With slow deliberate motions, she lowered the zipper and removed his slacks and boxers in one fluid motion giving his erection the freedom it desperately needed. That she desperately needed! As his heady scent uniquely his fueled her movements the taste of him pushed her further and further.

Harm threw his head back, a growl of inexplicable ecstasy escaping him shattering the stillness of the sexually tension filled room. He felt her heatedly stoke gently downward and firmly grasp the base of his erection, as he dug his fingers into her shoulders and closed his eyes.

"Harm...open your eyes...watch me love you." The sexuality in the words spoken against him as soft pleading whispers of passion, forced him to drop his eyes and allow him to see not only feel what she was doing to him. He watched as she licked her lips, licked his tip with her tongue, nip it with her teeth and slip it into the warmth of her mouth. As she repeated the motion, slowly, teasingly each time slipping a little more of him inside the warm wet recess, he felt her cup his balls firmly rolling them against her other palm. Harmon Rabb withstood her movements as long as he could, but when all thoughts, but one, left his mind he grabbed her roughly and threw her on the bed.

Mac surprised by the movement moaned her displeasure. She wanted to taste more of him. But when she felt his hard heated body against hers, she knew it was his turn and he was too close to the edge to wait any longer. She felt him take her hardened nipples into his mouth as he moved between them sucking and biting them into unrecognizable body parts. When she arched further into his mouth, she thought the thread that held her precariously over the edge was about to snap. When she then felt him trail wet, hot kisses downward toward the part of her that would finally throw her screaming over the orgasmic edge, she whimpered anticipating the final fall. She squirmed uncontrollably as she felt him part her thighs further placing them on his shoulders. The minute Sarah Mackenzie felt him reach his final destination with the lick of his rasping tongue and the sucking of his lips, she felt the thread holding her start to unravel.

Harm had never been predisposed to oral sex in his past relationships, but he was now someone he no longer recognized. All he knew now was he wanted to experience all of the women who squirmed beneath him, who had lit a flame deep within him he never thought he would ever extinguish. He needed to taste all that was Sarah Mackenzie. All that was uniquely hers. He ran his tongue first down and then up her folds, stopping each time to nip at the pulsating bud with his mouth and dipping his tongue deeper into her with each pass. He heard her first moan with pleasure, then groan with passion and finally scream his name over and over again as she went crashed over the edge. Even then he didn't stop, when he found the taste of her as he drank deeper more arousing than anything he had ever experienced.

The screaming frenzy ignited by her exploding orgasm, the longest she had ever experienced in her life, threw Mac into movements she couldn't control. She grasped the headboard when she realized, that he was still there still teasing, still sucking the life out of her as she felt his rasping tongue still buried deep and hard within her probing heatedly as it explored all it touched. She was going over another edge as her second orgasm started to over take her body. Some how, somewhere, she found the strength to pull away from him. How she got there, she didn't remember, but she found him pinned under her as she straddled him and guided him forcefully into her wetness. The look of surprise on his face, the feel of him as he entered her or the erotic feel of him tightly inside her forced her to take all of him into her and tense her muscles tightly around him.

Before Harm could voice an objection at her movement and the loss of sensations he had never felt, his body was overtaken by the warmth and wetness surrounding him and the tightness of her muscles as she pleasured his pulsating cock. He grabbed her hips and started a synchronized rhythm that both executed perfectly. With every movement and counter movement she tensed around him and raked her fingers over his hardened nipples. He watched as she rode with him and once realizing she was part of him reached and grabbed her breasts causing them both to groan into air that held them tightly as one.

They both rode the waves of passion making their union last longer than either had though was possible. Only their cries of passion filled the stillness of the room, until the ringing of the phone blended with the ecstasy of their lovemaking.

For some inexplicable reason, Mac found herself reaching for the phone as she continued the hard heated rhythm and against the pleading confusion in Harm's eyes. Where she found her voice, she couldn't explain. But when she heard the screeching voice on the other end, she laid the receiver close to Harm's ear a small smile crossing both their faces.

Never once stopping their rhythm, Mac tried to suppress her laugher as she answered the barrage of questions the video princess threw at her, repeating her questions so Harm could also hear the conversation.

"Where's The Commander? He's gone home, Renee...Why? Because that is exactly where he wants to be from now on. Oh and Renee, one more thing. My rank is Colonel, not Major. If I ever hear your fake fur vision address me as Major again, you'll find yourself feeling like a skinned cat in a snow storm." Mac ended the call.

Harm watched her intensely as Mac returned her concentration solely on pleasing him with her body more slowly and sensually then he thought possible. A few more forceful thrusts answered with the tightening of her strong muscles around him, the turn on of the interruption, was all he needed to send his seed spilling hotly inside her as he bucked hard against her and she acknowledged his need with hers. They didn't let each other go until they were both comfortable with each other's satiated release.

Harm gently rolled on his side, taking Mac with him, firmly tucking her against his chest and wrapping his arms lovingly around. Both lay in a comfortable silence enjoying the new sensation and allowing their breathing to return to normal. Mac's incessant giggling breaking the silence suddenly.

"Hey Navy."

"What?"

"You know when I told you before that you invoking my wetness while around you was never a problem?"

"Yea"

"Well, you gave me plenty of practice."

"How? Where? When?"

"Well, just about everywhere...everyday. Just the way you moved sometimes. Just the way you looked at me sometimes. Just what you said sometimes."

"You are kidding! Right! Not in Court!

"Hardly. And yes, sometimes your closing arguments, Counselor could have been a little less passionate. Why do you think my gym bag is filled with extra underwear!"

Harm couldn't control his laughter as he pulled her closer. He knew full well he wasn't laughing at her, but with her as he felt her smile against his chest.

"Hey Marine"

"Mmmmmmmm."

"Did you ever wonder why whenever I stood around you my arms were always crossed in front of me? Did you ever wonder why I always walked in front of you? Did you ever wonder why after a heated argument with you I rarely stood immediately, and if I did there was always a file folder in my crossed hands?

"You're not kidding!" Mac pulled away slightly to look at him.

Harm leaned down and kissed her. Mac wrapped her arms around his neck as she deepened the kiss and another spark of passion was ignited.


The End