Title: Half The Moon
Author: MSHDV, MSHDV@pacbell.net
Summary: Relationships can be difficult until you find the perfect one.
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.

Authors Note: Half The Moon belongs to Tanya Tucker and Capitol Records.

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


Half The Moon


SARAH MACKENZIE'S APARTMENT
GEORGETOWN, DC
0630HRS (EST)


Sarah Mackenzie braced herself against the tile letting the shower's assault attempt to massage the dull ache that had seemed to throb through her with an unending intensity each and every day for the last month. She felt like her nerves were tied in a thousand knots strangling her very soul. When did she lose herself? What had stripped her of her strength, her resolve and her beliefs? What had taken Sarah Mackenzie away?

Mac tensed visibly when she felt the cold air suddenly surround her and his body press tightly against her, his arousal more than evident as he rubbed it longingly against her back.

"Mornin, luv. I was afraid I would miss you."

"I'm late. I have to go." Mac felt his lips on her neck, his arms snake around her waist pulling her forcefully against him and she thought she was going to suffocate. Grabbing the towel that hung just outside the shower, she quickly stepped from the tub wrapping the cloth tightly and securely around her.

"C'mon, Mac. A few minutes won't make a difference to Chegwidden." Mic Brumby watched heatedly as Sarah Mackenzie's body disappeared from his site covered by the offending terry material. His mood darkened and his eyes were mere slits when he heard her response and watched her exit into the bedroom.

"It matters to me, Mic. It matters to me. I have to go!" Mac hurried from the bathroom trying to clear her mind, the same questions pounding in her head like the offending sound of a dentist's drill. How had she let this happen? How had she allowed herself to be put in this position? She had lived through the worse of relationships and she had managed to bounce back learning life's lessons. She knew all the pitfalls that could entangle her with the wrong man. She had lived through the aftermath of her affairs with Chris, with John and with Dalton and she knew what they gave her was not enough. She knew she needed more, but here she was living with Mic Brumby and that in no way was more! How the hell had she allowed herself to be put in this position?

Mic came out of the bathroom just as Mac was slipping into her uniform jacket. He grabbed at her attempting to undo the buttons on her shirt while his hand simultaneously groped at her breast through the thin summer material of her shirt. She froze when she felt his other hand raise her skirt, probing hungrily with his fingers for the folds of her sex.

"Mic, stop it! I told you I have to go! Stop it!" At that split second Sarah Mackenzie had had enough and she simply just finally snapped dropping Mic Brumby to the floor, the Marine in her taking over for that one second in time. The sounds that escaped the Australian vibrated through the morning stillness like those of a large rat caught in a trap.

"Tell me Mac, if those were Rabb's hands all over you would you be so quick to drop him or would you simply give him what he wanted! Or have you been giving him what he's wanted all along?" Mic Brumby stood and forcefully grabbed her arm an unnatural fury fueling him to continue his verbal assault.

"Why you..." Mac spun around to face him tremors of rage starting to curse through her body.

"I won you! You belong to me, not him! You're not going to spread your legs for him now or ever. Do you hear me! I won!" Mic glared at her as he spat the offensive words. If he lost her, he could deal with it. But if he ever lost her to that egocentric son-of-a-bitch, that he could never deal with.

"You bastard! I don't belong to any one! I never have and I never will! I'm not a prize! Is that all I was to you? A prize, a conquest, a trophy!" Mac stormed to the living room grabbing the bare necessities. She had to just get out of there. She had to get away from him. She had to run from her own home, hearing him continue his growling assault.

"I suppose you'll be spending another late night at the office. Is that where you do him, while I wait patiently for my fiancee to come home to me. Is that what you've been doing these last four nights fucking Rabb at the office. Does it turn you on knowing I'm waiting? Does it?" Brumby walked towards her continuing his ugly tirade, but stopped dead in his tracks when he saw her glare of sheer disgust and felt an object sting the side of his face telling him he had gone too far this time.

"Where I spend my nights are no longer any concern of yours! I want you out of here today! I want you gone from my home and gone from my life you bastard!" Mac was out the door a split second later slamming it with an earthquake like ferocity that would have woken the dead if they were listening.


Sarah Mackenzie stood in the stairwell shaking. Her knees were weak and her eyes stung with the hot tears of angry regret. The regret was not for the loss of Mic Brumby, his stinging hateful words still echoing in her head. The regret was for the loss of Sarah Mackenzie. The officer, the friend, the woman that was lost somewhere under the Southern Cross on that ferry ride across Sydney Harbor what seemed like a lifetime ago. The woman's heart forever lost in the piercing green eyes that sparked a fire so long ago. A woman's heart forever lost in the brilliant smile that started a blaze so long ago. A woman's heart's fire forever extinguished by the calm spoken words of now understood rejection under the Southern Cross.


HARM'S APARTMENT
NORTH OF UNION STATION
WASHINGTON, DC
0630HRS (EST)


"You did! I heard you! I'm not deaf!" Renee Peterson's shrill scream cut through Harmon Rabb's pounding head like a sledgehammer slamming against a plate glass window. His patience was worn paper thin, from all the late nights, from all the doubts, from her nagging suffocating constant touching presence.

"It was just your imagination, Renee. I have never done that and I certainly didn't do it last night. Just relax, please."

"Oh yes you did, Rabb. You called me "Mac"! We were making love and you called me Mac!" Renee rose from the bed wrapping the bed sheet around her and followed him into the kitchen area not about to let him get away from her till she was finished.

"Renee, we're not having this discussion now!" Harm's head was spinning trying to focus on the episode she had considered "making love". Having sex was all he had with Renee for the longest time and love had nothing to do with it. His mind cleared briefly and he tried desperately to remember if he had actually called her "Mac", but before he could assemble his scattered thoughts he heard her continue her piercing assault.

"You know the first time you did it, I let it slide because we weren't serious! We weren't on the verge of living together! But since we are in a serious relationship, Commander..."

"Renee, I said enough!"

"Why? Am I hitting too close to home? Don't tell me you are actually sharing that little bitch with Brumby? You've been screwing that mousy Marine all these late nights at the office! That little slut has been doing you and Brumby, hasn't she? Answer me, Rabb!" Renee Peterson's breath caught in her throat when Harmon Rabb turned, when she heard the glass shatter in his hand, and when she saw the uncontrollable rage in his eyes.

"Who the hell do you think you are to talk about Mac like that!" Harm turned towards the video princess as if he was seeing her for the first time... and what he saw was someone who looked like they had been rode hard and put up wet and for the final time he wondered what the hell he had ever seen in her. When he grabbed her shoulders roughly his mind screamed at him she wasn't worth the wasted effort forcing him to finally let her go and make his way to the door.

"Where are you going? Going to find your mousy Marine? We're going to finish this! Don't walk away from me! We're not going to wait till tonight to finish this!"

"Renee, you're right we aren't going to wait till tonight to finish this, because there will be no tonight. I want your silicon butt out of here and I never want to hear another word about the Colonel come out of your mouth." Harm opened the door and turned to glance back at the now gaping Renee Peterson. "I'll tell you a little secret Renee, I wish you were right! I wish Mac and I were sleeping together, because she's got more true beauty on the inside then your damn plastic surgeon could put on the outside. I'll tell you another little secret every time I had sex with you I felt like I was at a Tupperware Party."

With that said Harmon Rabb slammed the door and left a finally hushed Renee Peterson for the last time. He was relieved she was out of his life, but a chill passed through him as he let the questions that were knawing at him for months resurface. At what point had he lost control of his life, at what point had he lost who Harmon Rabb really was? For the first time it was suddenly clear to him, Renee's biting words hitting a cord. The officer, the friend, the man was lost somewhere under the Southern Cross on that ferry ride across Sydney Harbor what seemed like a lifetime ago. When he let his insecurities, his fears, his honor, his integrity, his failures push the only woman who would ever be in his heart into Mic Brumby's arms forever.


JAG HEADQUARTERS
FALLS CHURCH, VA
2030HRS (EST)


It was getting late and he was damn tired. Damn tired of all the games, tired of all the innuendoes, tired of all the tension, tired of that damn ring on her finger and tired of the unfulfilled truth buried in Renee Peterson's words.

Four days of feigned late nights at the office, just to hope, just to wish, just to want, that she would look up, that they would connect, that they would get something back...anything. And if the road back just took them to what they had before, it would have to be enough. Before Brumby. Before Renee. Before they said good-bye. But would what they had before be enough for him? Would it fill the emptiness, a consequence of looking back and not letting go? What the hell was wrong with him?

He had gotten just what he thought he wanted, so what was the problem? There was no forced commitment when she tried to cross the line and she granted him the distance he thought he needed. To make up his mind. To let go. So much distance that he had pushed her right into Mic Brumby's waiting arms, without a thought, without a care, until he looked back and even then...he kept right on walking into a full time relationship with Renee Peterson. Now Renee was no longer an issue but did it make a difference? Had he played his games, one day too long, one week too long, one month too long? And of course there was still the cocky Australian. What the hell was wrong with him?

He closed his eyes as his mind drifted to that night, the night she had bared her soul to him and wanted to bare so much more. She was so uncomfortably close to him, her perfume still lingering if only in his memory. He could have reached out and had it all, all Sarah Mackenzie had to offer, as a friend and as a woman. All that he wanted and all he had been afraid to take. All that he so desperately wanted even back then. What the hell was wrong with him? Harmon Rabb looked across the darkened bullpen at the only other office that was dimly lit. Hell, even the cleaning crew had come and gone and he was still there alone...and so was she...there alone. Brumby was probably waiting for her...she should go home. But there they both were. Both alone...alone together. What the hell was wrong with them?

Four days of strangled confused desires was about damn all that he could stand...


It was later than she thought and she was tired. Tired of all the games, tired of all the innuendoes, tired of all the tension and tired of the consuming anger for what Mic and her had done to each other. She had accepted his ring and gave him hope. He had given up everything for her and she thought it had been out of love. But it wasn't. Again another man had tried to possess her as an object, a trophy. What the hell was wrong with her?

She had gotten just what she now wanted now, Brumby was gone, so what was the problem? . Four nights of feigned late nights at the office, just to hope, just to wish, just to want, that he would look up, that they would connect, that they would get something back...anything. And if the road back just took them to what they had before, it would have to be enough. Before Brumby. Before Renee. Before they said good-bye. But would what they had before be enough for her now? Would it fill the emptiness, a consequence of him not wanting her, as a lover. What the hell was wrong with her? She closed her eyes as her mind drifted to that night, the night she had bared her soul to him and would have bared so much more. She was so comfortably close to him, his after shave still lingering if only in her memory. He could have reached out and had it all, all she had to offer as a friend and as a woman. All that she finally found the courage to offer and all that she desperately wanted to give him back then. But he hadn't wanted her and found comfortable excuses he had thought would appease her. What the hell was wrong with her? She had gotten just what she wanted...commitment...commitment from the wrong man. She hadn't been where she wanted to be...she hadn't been with who she wanted to be with...but he was...he had run right to Renee Peterson...he was with who he wanted to be with. What the hell was wrong with her?

Sarah Mackenzie looked across the darkened bullpen at the only other office that was dimly lit. Hell, even the cleaning crew had come and gone...and she was still there alone...and so was he...there alone. Renee was waiting for him...he should go. But there they both were. Both alone...alone together. What the hell was wrong with them?

Four days of strangled confused desires was about damn all that she could stand...


Sarah Mackenzie and Harmon Rabb met in the center of the darkened bullpen. They stood alone wrapped tightly together in their uncompromising stubborn pride.

"Not spending much time with your intended, Colonel."

"I might say the same for you, Commander."

"And what does Brumby think about all these sudden late nights?"

"I would imagine the same thing your video princess thinks about yours."

"By the way how does it feel having Brumby as a roommate?"

"I'd hardly would call Mic a roommate."

"What would you call him then exactly?"

"Incredible."

"I see, if that is the type you like."

"What would you know about what I like."

"Apparently not as much as I thought I did."

"Apparently not."

Sarah Mackenzie and Harmon Rabb moved one step closer in the center of the darkened bullpen. They stood alone wrapped tightly together in their suffocating mis-guided beliefs.

"Was it so easy, Colonel?"

"Was what so easy, Commander?"

"Jumping from one man to another."

"About as easy as letting go so freely with your fur ball."

Sarah Mackenzie and Harmon Rabb took another step closer in the center of the darkened bullpen. They stood alone wrapped tightly together in the now suffocating reality, cloaked by the fears of the intensity of their surfacing hidden desires.

"Mac, where is your ring?" For a split second Harm panicked seeing her right ring finger bare. But when he noticed the left ring finger he relaxed. Relaxed for just a moment, until the thought that Mic Brumby had hurt her surfaced.

"Drop it. It's not any of your concern."

"Mac, we were best friends. We have shared..."

"Were best friends..."Were" is the optimum word there."

Mac's first mistake was trying to squeeze between Harm and the Xerox machine. Mac's second mistake was not to keep going once she felt his hand on her arm. Mac's third mistake was turning to face him, the feel of his body against hers causing her to tremble with the long recognized need. She reveled in the closeness, the touch, the anticipation, but the confrontation with Mic Brumby had left her little hope that anyone could want her for her. That this man, whose incredible body now against hers, wanted to give her anything but pity.

"Mac..."

"Harm...please don't. I've been humiliated enough. Please just let me go lick my wounds in private." Mac tried to move away, but his hard body had her pressed against the machine giving her little room to maneuver.

"I'm sorry it didn't work out." Harm caressed her face, a sudden surge of burning electricity igniting the resurfacing desire...clearly a feeling of arousal rather than friendship.

"Harm..."

"I mean that." Harm wiped away the single tear that escaped down her cheek, his breath catching at the feel of her soft skin against the palm of his hand...clearly a feeling of arousal rather than friendship.

"Harm, please..."

"I told you if you loved him, I would be happy for you. But if he ever hurt you..." Harm pulled her into his arms, feeling her body mold against his, her teasing breath on his neck. What started as a pretend hug between too distant friends accelerated into a raw desire, as Harm's hands started to roam over her body, his lips and tongue teasing the nape of her neck.

Mac quivered at the feel of his lips, her own now burned against the base of his neck, the heat of his hands electrifying every nerve in her body as he roamed over every part of her. She squeezed her eyes shut trying not to think, it was pity, it was a momentary weakness on his part, trying to convince herself that he wanted her now as much as she had always wanted him.

Harm tilted her face to meet his the intended sympathetic shoulder long forgotten. Her eyes were filled with pain and her soft full lips quivered under the graze of his thumb. He knew in his heart this wasn't the time...but a second pass of his thumb against her wanting lips melted all his control leaning in to taste what he had always wanted, what he had always needed.

"Harm stop. Please stop..."


ADMIRAL CHEGWIDDEN'S RESIDENCE
MCCLEAN, VA
2230HRS (EST)


  Half the Moon is shining tonight
Half the Moon is pitch black
And I got half a chance that you might
Turn around and come back


Sarah Mackenzie parked the vette in the garage. She sat in the silence still feeling the touch, the lips and the hands that she had walked away from. It had been all she ever wanted all she ever needed and yet she had left him standing in the darkness of the bullpen alone. And now she was facing another night alone...without anyone ...without him. Had she thrown away her last chance with him now because of her own fears? Would she ever feel him as a friend, as a man, as a lover? Would she consider settling for what he offered for whatever reason? What the hell was wrong with her?


JAG HEADQUARTERS
FALL CHURCH, VA
2200HRS (EST)


  Half my love is seeing the light
And half my love is still blind
It keeps on thinking
Tomorrow you'll change your mind


Harmon Rabb sat in his SUV desire and emptiness coursing through his veins with a dueling intensity. He looked at the hands that had held her, the hands that finally had the courage to reach for what he so wanted and needed. It had been all he ever really wanted and all he ever really needed and she left him standing in the bullpen alone. And now he was facing another night alone...without anyone ...without her. Had he thrown away his last chance with her now because of his inappropriate timing? Would he ever feel her as a friend, as a woman, as a lover? Was it too late for them, had his fears finally ended something that had never started? What the hell was wrong with him?


ADMIRAL CHEGWIDDEN'S RESIDENCE
MCCLEAN, VA
2330HRS (EST)


Mac let the water in the hot tub surround her, trying to let the hot swirling patterns wash away the days events. The pain she now felt was because of Mic Brumby's betrayal and the confusion she felt for leaving the arms of the only man she had ever wanted...the only man that could ever make her whole. The only man that would bring to the surface the other half of Sarah Mackenzie.

As the heated pressure of the jets played against her naked body, they tugged and pulled at her doubts, her fears and her insecurities. She felt the layers of confusion clear from her tired mind realizing for the first time in months that she hadn't lost the tough Marine.

The Marine in her had just taken the wrong path and it was now time for a tactical correction. She had let him walk to Renee without a fight, without standing her ground for the man she loved because of her misguided pride. And she knew...the man that had touched her in the darkness of that bullpen tonight would have never asked her to give of herself, unless he was ready to give of himself...unless he was ready to let go. Visions of her confrontation with Renee Peterson played through her mind, a small smile on her lips, imagining the pleasure she would take in the explosion of plastic when the princess fell from grace.


  Half our hearts were doing just fine
And half our hearts were in doubt
Half the time while walking the line
I ended up stepping out

Half my prayers were praying to God
And half my prayers were to you
Tonight it looks like the answers are over do


Harmon Rabb stopped suddenly when he saw the dark figure reclining in the bubbling water, the steam rising in surreal clouds and carrying the scent of her perfume to him. The small questioning gasp that carried her name was one filled with the hope that she wouldn't run this time from his love. He had stepped out and away once and he had no intentions of doing it again now that the answers had come. The answers that were so long overdue... the answers to the questions that had kept them apart for so long.

"Mac..."

Sarah Mackenzie heard his voice envelop her like the clouds of steam that caressed her naked body. Without hesitation she stood in the darkness of the night illuminated by half the moon and stepped from the tub turning her naked body to him...without a doubt, without insecurity, without an inhibition. The only thought that fueled her movements now was his heated gaze roaming over her ready body and her desire to feel, to taste, to touch all of what she had walked away from without a fight.

Harm was frozen in time as he watched Mac's naked form approach him, his mind registering what she was offering and trying to catalogue what he wanted to feel, to taste, to touch first. But when she reached him and he watched her kneel in front of him and swiftly remove his swim trunks in one fluid movement, he realized he wanted it all. His groan split the night when he felt her caress his already hardening erection, her rasping tongue licking the length of it before she stood in front of him her eyes locked on his. His arms went around her and lifted her to him, her naked flesh pressed finally against him and her legs wrapped tightly around his waist.

"I'm wet, Sailor." Mac purred the words into his nakedness, her own arousal pooling from her core as he grabbed her ass and pushed her tighter against him

"And I'll make sure you stay that way from now on around me, Marine." Harm had never felt anything so incredible, but when she found his lips with a burning probing kiss his legs weakened and threatened to drop them both. Somehow he found the strength to move them the few steps to the hot tub and lower their hungry bodies into the swirling water never loosening his grip or ending the fire of their kiss.

The guttural groan that escaped Mac when all the sensations hit her at once caused Harm to pull back slightly with concern.

"Are you OK?"

"I will be..." Mac leaned against him her teeth taking small teasing bites at his neck and shoulders, while she simultaneously guided his erection into her waiting heated center. Her reaction to the swirling hot water, the feel of his hardness suddenly deep inside, caused her to tighten her muscles until she could feel every heated pulse.

Harm felt like he was going to self-combust at her sudden surprise assault and the sudden sensation of her sex covering his organ, her movements rubbing and tightening continuously around him.

"Sarah, too soon..." He was ready to explode and he wanted her with him, he wanted her experience as intense as his.

"Harm, "too soon" should never be in our vocabulary. Come for me, Sailor and trust me I'll be right behind you." She smiled sensually, nothing but desire in her eyes as she felt him grab hold of her hips and push her deeper on him.

Within seconds Harmon Rabb exploded inside Sarah Mackenzie, spilling his seed deep inside her harder and longer than he had ever thought possible. He felt her start to shutter and knew she was close to her own explosion, reaching for her clit he rolled it hungrily between his fingers, taking as much pleasure in her orgasm as he had in his own. He stayed with her reveling at its intensity, until her spasms subsided and she lay exhausted in his arms.

"More..."

"Much more, Marine."

Harmon Rabb lifted her in his arms, wrapped them both in towels and carried her inside for more...much more.


CONTINENTAL AIRLINES
FLIGHT 1642
0130HRS (EST)


She looked over at AJ, noticing his jaw set in a determined tight line. She smiled at the thought that this strong ex-seal was so apprehensive slipping her arm through his.

"You're not going to your own courts-marshal. You're just going to meet my son and family." Sydney tried to keep the amused tone out of her voice when he opened his eyes and glanced in her direction.

"Yea, I know. Meeting in-laws for the first time just seems..."

"In-laws?" Sydney knew she hadn't controlled the hopeful tone that crept into her voice nor the love that shone in her eyes.

"Yea. In-laws." AJ covered her hand with his, a smile tugging at his gruff exterior at what he had just intimated. "In-laws."

She laid her head back contentedly and stole what she thought was a discrete look at her watch. She prayed silently that this weekend proved to be a success for everyone.

"I'm sure everything is fine. We gave them opportunity and hell they have had motive since that first day in the Rose Garden when they met. I knew I was in for trouble that first day. I knew it."

"You know what I did?" Sydney was incredulous that he had figured out her little scheme. Ever since she had seen the four of them at the Surface Warfare Ball, she knew someone had to do something before they both made the mistake of a lifetime.

"The Colonel mentioned it in passing."

"You didn't say anything? AJ you didn't tell her that you had asked Harm to house sit? AJ?"

"Hell, no! But I tell you this is the last damn time! If they don't get it right this time, they can both just end up drinking from the wrong fountain!"

"They'll get it right this time. I'm sure of it." Sydney laid her head against AJ's shoulder and felt him place his arm securely around her.

"Yea, well I just hope they change the damn sheets!"


ADMIRAL CHEGWIDDEN'S RESIDENCE
MCCLEAN, VA
0430HRS (EST)


  Half my prayers were praying to God
And half my prayers were to you
Tonight it looks like the answers are over do

And I'm feeling just how hard
Half a moon can pull
I swear my heart might crack in two
If that moon were full


There had been more...so much more, each learning what pleased the other and each taking erotic pleasure finding new intense ways to arouse the other. They now lay exhausted tangled around one another asleep, their minds full of the sheer erotic desire they elicited in each other.


Harm tightened his grip around her sleeping peacefully with her in his arms, his mind drifting to the pleasure her body had given him...


EARLIER THAT MORNING


They walked to the kitchen in each other's arms to satisfy the always hungry, Sarah Mackenzie.

Harm watched her deposit all she had found in the refrigerator on the counter, but when she turned her robe slipped open and suddenly Harmon Rabb only had one meal in mind.

He watched her smile seductively, saw her let the robe slip to the floor and felt her pull him towards her and he simply just lost it. First, he drank from her lips enjoying the sweet softness of her warm mouth unable to get enough their tongues tangling with an unending thirst. He dropped his mouth to the breasts that she offered, her soft moans pushing him to take more of her sweet taut nipples into his mouth. He fed on them, sucking and licking her peaks and moving from one to the other taking all she arched into his warm wet wanting mouth.

But there was more he wanted to taste, slipping his hand between her thighs he felt the sweet juices of her sex. He lifted her and laid her on the island, locking his gaze on hers for permission first. Hearing her growl of consent, feeling her hand caress the back of his neck and watching her part her thighs for him, he delved into the sweet sex that was uniquely Sarah Mackenzie. Harmon Rabb was in a feeding frenzy. His fingers teased her folds, dipping in and vibrating against her. His tongue licking her folds, stopping at each pass to dip its tip into her repeatedly, enjoying the taste of her and wanting more as she quivered and bucked against the assault of his mouth. When he took her pulsing bud between his lips sucking it into a bundle of tight nerves, his name echoed around him, as she tried to pull him up.

"Harm, I'm coming. Harm, please."

"Don't make me stop, I want to have it all."

Harm knew his whispered words against her wetness sent her crashing into an abyss of orgasmic erotic pleasure that she had never experienced. He stayed with her through it, lapping at her and prolonging the spasms that overtook her body, their moans of pleasure mingling in the quiet stillness. As he continued to drink enjoying her sexual juices that were spilling uncontrollably and enjoying what he was eliciting in her, he knew that he had found a new addiction, a new obsession.. he knew that he would never be able to get enough of the taste of Sarah Mackenzie.


Mac signed against him and tightened her hold her dreams reliving the taste of him in her mouth, his velvet shaft pulsing against her wanting tongue.


EARLIER THAT MORNING..


They had taken their coffee into the living room and sat on the sofa wrapped in a warm embrace. She thought she had died and went to heaven and that nothing would ever make her feel quite like his warm mouth hungrily lapping at her sex, but she was wrong when she felt the heat of his erection press urgently against her back.

She turned and kneeled facing him, undoing the robe that he had wrapped loosely around him...his eyes darkening with anticipation when he felt her grab his erection and slip its tip into her wet mouth teasing it with her tongue. She smiled when she felt him buck against her and groan with pleasure when she fully covered his length with her mouth. She sucked and licked along his velvet shaft, feeling it grow and pulse with intensity with every wet touch. She withdrew, licking its length and started pumping it rhythmically and rolling his balls in her other hand.

She felt him thrust against her, as a drop of pre-cum trickled from his tip. She locked her gaze on his, as she caught it with her finger and sucked it sensually into her mouth, dropping back down to take him completely in her mouth again.

"Mac, I'm coming. Please, Mac."

"Don't make me stop, I want to have it all."

Mac knew her whispered words against his groin sent him crashing into an abyss of erotic pleasure that he had never experienced. She stayed with him through it, sucking and prolonging the spasms that overtook his body, their moans of pleasure mingling in the quiet stillness. As she continued to drink enjoying his sexual juices that were spilling uncontrollably and enjoying what she was eliciting in him, she knew that she had found a new addiction, a new obsession.. she knew that she would never be able to get enough of the taste of Harmon Rabb.


Mac woke with a start trying to focus on her surroundings, feeling his naked body pressed heatedly against hers. Once she realized where she was she started to laugh uncontrollably, stirring Harm who was half asleep next to her.

"What is it? What's wrong?" Harm had expected a reaction when they woke, but uncontrollable laughter was not what he had in mind. "Mac?"

"Do you have any idea where we are?" Mac was breathless when she croaked the words out.

"Of coarse I do. We are.." Harm's eyes grew wide with amazement, his own laughter rising to the surface.

"We are in Chegwidden's bed!" Mac's laughter continued even when she felt Harm roll her under him.

"Well, lets just make sure we change the sheets, Marine!" He leaned in and kissed her igniting another spark of desire.

"Harm, I think we'll need a cleaning crew in after this weekend is over..the kitchen, the living room, the dining room, the bedroom, the spa..the.."

"Whatever, Marine. Whatever."


CONTINENTAL AIRLINES
FLIGHT 1642
0430HRS (EST)


Sydney woke stretching against AJ feeling him shift slightly against her. "I'm sorry AJ, I didn't mean to wake you."

"You didn't. I was awake."

"What time is it?"

"0430. We've started our descent."

"Oh." Sydney yawned and gazed out the window trying to shake the sleep from her numb body only to have the brightest smile cross her face.

"What is it?" The brilliance of her smile taking AJ's breath away as he moved closer to her.

"Half the moon is gone..it's now full." She lay against the strength that she had grown so accustomed to and let her mind drift to all the "In-Laws" they would have to meet.

  And I'm feeling just how hard
Half a moon can pull
I swear my heart might crack in two
If that moon were full