Title: Scent
Author: MSHDV, MSHDV@pacbell.net
Summary: Harm gets the perfect birthday present.
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.

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


Scent


JAG HEADQUARTERS
FALLS CHURCH, VA
1430HRS (EST)


She was right he had no business questioning her relationships over the last six months. He had made his choice. He had left and come back and now he was virtually the "new" kid on the block.

Brumby had not only comfortably slipped into his office, the Admiral's favor, but also into Sarah Mackenzie's...heart...life...bed. What the hell was he thinking! It was none of his damn business! But he couldn't stop the fantasies that had resurfaced stronger than ever since he had returned. They were impossible before he left, they had gotten progressively worse while he was on the carrier and since his return they had gotten completely out of control.

He threw the files on his desk distractedly remembering what he had just said to her. 'No one is interested in being friends with a woman that looks like you, Mac. Well, except for me of course, because I'm like a brother...but more to the point...' Yea, what was the point anyway? That he had finally decided that he wanted more from Sarah Mackenzie then just friendship. Damn it, Rabb you've got it bad!


"Sir?"

"What is it Lieutenant?" Harm hadn't even noticed Harriet standing at the door of his office, so lost was he in his thoughts of a certain Colonel and the hound dog that had caught her scent.

"Well, Bud and I just thought that we would like to welcome you back properly and have a few friends at the house for dinner on Friday night."

"Harriet, that's not necessary..."

"Please, Sir. Besides you do have a birthday coming up."

"Oh no, Harriet. I'm not twelve. I can do without being reminded another year has passed."

"Please, Sir. It will be fun to have everyone together again. Please."

Harm found it difficult to protest too vehemently without hurting Harriet's feelings, so he reluctantly acquiesced. As he watched Harriet take her leave excitedly, he smiled to himself. 'Well, if they decide to play pin the tail on the donkey, and Brumby is there, they will have the perfect jackass.'


THREE DAYS LATER
JAG HEADQUARTERS
FALLS CHURCH, VA
1630HRS (EST)


"Want to catch a ride to Harriet and Bud's together tonight? Unless of course you're going with Bumpy..."

"Harm."

"Sorry. Yes or no?"

"I would be honored to go with the birthday boy. I'll be ready at 1830."

"Mac, this is just a dinner that happens to coincide with..." Harm's words of protest were lost as he watched Mac slip into the elevator, the doors closing on the last of his words.


SARAH MACKENZIE'S APARTMENT
GEORGETOWN
1755HRS (EST)


Mac lay in the scented water her internal clock telling her Harm would be there in 35 minutes. She looked forward to the weekend, like she had looked forward to each day at JAG since he had been back. But a smile, an occasional touch, or a passing word was becoming far less than adequate. She wanted so much more from him, the intensity of the emotions sometimes scaring her.

They had Bud's tonight and dinner tomorrow and maybe just maybe more. She let her imagination get the better of her once again, as her hands became his circling, touching and probing all her most intimate places. She let her fantasies take her once again to a self-induced orgasm, surrounded by his imagined masculine scent and the erotic feel of his warm lips against her bare skin.

When she finally flung herself over the edge, she set off her internal alarm clock and was horrified to realize that she only had 18 minutes till Harm arrived.

Sarah Mackenzie became a whirl wind of activity, attempting to get ready and trying to calm the arousal that appeared to be getting worse, rather than better as she anticipated his arrival. 'Get a damn grip, Marine.'

At the sound of the doorbell, she tripped her way to the door attempting to get her second shoe on and gasped in horror when she passed the hall mirror. There, staring back at her in all their lustful glory, were two painfully erect nipples straining against the already tight fitting red top.

"Damn it, at ease already!" Her ragged breathing and the heated gaze that fell on her twin peaks only made her ache grow, as she breezed pass him into the hall and shut the door quickly...trying to get out of his line of sight.

But nothing was ever lost on Harmon Rabb, especially lately when it came to Sarah Mackenzie.


ROBERTS RESIDENCE
ARLINGTON, VA
2230HRS (EST)


Harriet, like always was the perfect hostess and other than Brumby's continual doggy machinations around Mac, the evening turned into a pleasant gathering of old friends. Harm didn't even mind the birthday cake, with as many candles as he had years, that was now pushed in front of him.

"Remember to make a wish, Commander." Harriet smiled to herself when she saw the Commander's gaze search and fall on the Colonel.

Once the ceremonious cake was served, he turned to find Mac only to see Brumby lean possessively against her and suddenly all Harm wanted to do was beat the presumptuous Australian senseless. To stop the jealousy that was starting to burn throughout his body, he quickly changed directions and moved through the patio doors into the cool October night.


"Thought you went to take a nap, Pappy." Mac had seen Harm's reaction to Brumby's presumption and after she took care of the cocky Australian in her own fashion, she knew she needed to find him. She wanted to make sure that it was clear to him, that Brumby's advances were not her cup of tea. Flattering, but not her cup of tea.

"Alone, Colonel? How did you manage to get him off your scent."

"Why does it bother you so much, stickboy? Afraid of losing me to Mic?"

"That's not the point. Damn it, he's like a hound in heat around you."

"And that is a bad thing, because...?"

"I can just imagine what you would do if I was on your scent like..."

"Would you want to be?"

"Mac..."

"We better get going it's late."

Harm watched her walk away from him and only then did he let himself breathe. She had been inches from him and he cursed himself for letting her walk away, without the truth. The truth that all he wanted to do was be wrapped in her scent and her sex. That she was the only birthday present he wanted to unwrap slowly over and over again.


They drove home, trying to ignore another sexual charged moment that had passed between them, similar to all the others through the years. Only this time they both feared that the undercurrent from this night would sweep them somewhere neither of them would ever be able to return from again.

"Are we still on for dinner tomorrow?"

"Of coarse. I still have your birthday present...to give you."

"What time do you want me to pick you up?"

"No need...just be here at 1900. I'm cooking."

"You cook? Interesting."

"Cooking for you is not all that difficult, Harm. It's not that hard just to wilt a few vegetables."

"Cute."

He thought of all the reasons he shouldn't but he couldn't help himself, as he leaned over and lightly brushed his lips against her cheek. He lingered surrounded by her scent perhaps longer than he should have, but it was just too intoxicating as his fingers grazed her bare shoulder. Only when he felt her tremble slightly, did he move away.

"Night, Marine."

"Night, Sailor."


SARAH MACKENZIE'S APARTMENT
GEORGETOWN
1900HRS (EST)


Mac lit the last of the candles, just as the doorbell rang. One last look in the mirror, one last deep breathe and she was ready to face what ever the evening would bring. Making her way to the door she cursed herself for listening to the salesperson at Victoria Secrets. She understood why this underwear was definitely not Marine issue, as the thong slipped further somewhere she knew it wasn't supposed to be. Her last thought before opening the door was that she hoped she hadn't put it on backwards.


The meal was perfect both comfortable in the privacy of one and other's company. But as the evening progressed the sexual tension between them began reaching suffocating proportions. Their clear and present attraction for one and other tossing tenuously around them.

Harm was puzzled as Mac came out of the kitchen with two cups of coffee, shutting all the lights as she approached the sofa. Hoping against hope, he wasn't imagining all the signs, he couldn't help but tense when she sat on the sofa next to him. What if he was wrong? What if he had misread her? Was he sure this was where he wanted to go? What the hell was he thinking! Oh, he knew exactly what he was thinking and he knew that if Mac ever found out she'd have him on his knees in a second. 'On his knees, surrounded by Sarah Mackenzie, maybe just maybe he would get a taste of her then.'

Mac noticed Harm's slight discomfort and suddenly she was filled with her own doubts. She knew what she wanted, but did he? Had she read him wrong? Was she not having the same effect on him that he was having on her? But she knew she'd rather push him just a little further, then never know. 'Suck it up Marine and maybe just maybe you'll get to suck something else.'

"Happy Birthday, Pappy...Hammer." With that said, Harm watched as Mac hit the play button on the VCR remote and suddenly he was transported back to the USS Patrick Henry.

"What the hell..."

He watched the images that played across the screen mesmerized. Live footage of his time on the Henry, Tuna, Skates, the CAG, missions, the trial with Aldrich, briefings, all ran across the screen perfectly edited into a tape depicting his final time as a naval aviator.

"How the hell did you do this? Some of this footage is classified!" Harm hadn't realized that as he had watched the tape, he had gathered Mac safely against him.

"It wasn't easy, but everyone helped. Especially, Tuna, Skates and Webb of coarse...for the classified parts. He told me to tell you that if you ever let anyone, but your heirs see this tape he would personally track you down and kill you."

"This is...it's..." His words were whispered against her hair as he attempted to pull her harder against him. He was overwhelmed by the effort she had put into his birthday gift, but the sheer feel of her pressed firmly against him had his world spinning.

"...amazing. You'd be surprised what I'm capable of when..." Mac was shocked that she had managed to say anything coherent, as his teeth descended on her bare shoulder and his arm encircled her waist pulling her closer.

Mac felt Harm turn her and pull her further against him, his mouth descending to the valley between her breasts hungrily. She leaned into him hard with the same need, as his erection pulsed close to her heated core.

"Tell, me you want this Mac. Tell me."

"Oh, yes. I want it. I want all of you."

He claimed her mouth urgently, reveling in the feel of her warm sensual recess as his tongue dueled with hers...both passionately fighting for dominance...neither wanting to miss any sensation their first kiss was eliciting. They grinded against one another desperately trying to make their way to the bedroom. When finally realizing the bedroom was too far they fell to the living floor.

Harm broke their kiss, his breathing ragged as he sat on his hunches and looked at the woman under him. "Are you damn sure, this is what you want Marine? You know what this could all mean..." He searched her eyes, scared that he'd find a sign of hesitation, but all he saw was pure raw desire and what he knew only could be love...the love that he knew was mirrored in his own eyes.

"I know what it means. It means that I'm finally going to have what I've always wanted...to have and to give what I've always wanted." Mac pulled him back down to her, but not before she rid herself of her top and bra feeling his heated gaze electrify her hard cinnamon peaks. When she felt his rasping tongue tease what she offered and then suck them with an unrecognizable desire, she fed him more arching hard against his mouth.

Harm thought he would never get enough, moving hungrily between all she offered. Hearing her moans and feeling her nubs harden more and more as he tugged at the teasures he held in his mouth, his world spun out of control as he reached to free her sex to him.

Groaning Mac knew what he wanted and knew she wanted to feel him further excite what he was so desperately trying to free. With strength fueled by pure passion, she rolled him under her and stood to remove her jeans. Before she went back to him, she made sure that no barrier stood between them as she released his sex to satisfy her own insatiable hunger. Though she ached to feel him caress her folds, she couldn't resist the urge to taste the magnificent body that lay beneath her.

Harm tried to bring her back to him, but the minute he felt her mouth cover his erection, he trembled beneath her assault and for a moment he lost all control. He had never felt the erotic shock waves that she was sending through him, but he still had the inexplicable need to taste her. He manipulated their position enough, so that they could both experience together what they both achingly needed separately.

They were a tangle of unbridled passion, never before experienced sensations sending their bodies into spasms of erotic pleasure. As she continued to suck at his manhood hungrily, he lapped at her folds urgently tasting the nectar that uniquely belonged to Sarah Mackenzie. He massaged her breasts and pulled at her tightened bundle with his teeth, her animalistic groan against his pulsing erection sending a torrent of shock waves through him.

Gasping for breath, he changed their position, even against the loud groans of displeasure he heard come from Mac, writhing uncontrollably beneath him. "I need this, Mac...You need this." With one swift thrust, he entered her hard and complete, hearing her scream his name and feeling her clench her muscles tightly around him.

Mac was on fire, when she felt his erection slip between her wet folds. She knew she would never forget the feel of his sex in her, as he moved rhythmically against her further accentuating the raw pleasure of their joining. She moved with him harder and faster, digging her nails into his back, until their release finally catapulted them over the edge together in a screaming frenzy of torrid emotions. When she felt his hot seed spill into her she clenched tighter around him, drawing both their orgasms out as long as she could.

"Would you believe me if I told you right now I loved you, Marine."

"You'd better love me, Sailor."

They lay exhausted on the living room floor in each other's arms, neither moving, neither wanting to lose the sensations they were still eliciting in the other. The scent of their sex emanated around them, as their mouths met in another passionate kiss and yet another spark was ignited.


JAG HEADQUARTERS
FALLS CHURCH, VA
0930HRS (EST)


Harm stood outside Mac's office a slight smile crossing his face when he saw Brumby exit, a look of confusion written all over the cocky Australian's face.

"Lose something, Brumby?"

"No, mate. It's just...never mind."

He watched as Mic Brumby rounded the corner toward the elevators before he smiled in quiet satisfaction. 'Damn straight you lost something, you bastard. You lost the scent, because she's part of me and I am part of her now and forever.'

End