I Have A What?!
A/N: Don't ask me where this came from, but the thought of Harm being thoroughly embarrassed over something so simple just wouldn't get out of my head! The pic associated with the story is what I envisioned for Mac's necklace with a slight modification. This has not been beta'd so mistakes are all mine!
Disclaimer: No monetary gain will be made from this story. JAG and its characters are owned by Paramount Productions, CBS, and Donald P. Bellisario. If I owned them, I would be the one in bed with Harm instead of Mac!
Rabb Residence
Harm steps out of the shower in the master bathroom, glistening with raindrops, and wraps a navy-blue towel around his waist. Mac is in the bedroom laying out their clothes for the ball they will be attending this evening. She is impatiently awaiting her turn in the bathroom for the final touches when she turns and catches a glimpse of his half naked body.
"My, My, Sailor, for a man over forty you are still looking pretty damn good if I say so myself", quips Mac. If what that man could do to a uniform should be illegal, what he could do out of that uniform made her insides turn to mush.
Harm gave her his full flyboy smile and chuckles, "Well, I guess I will have no problem filling my dance card at the ball tonight."
She saunters over to where he is shaving and gives him a swift swat on the six proclaiming, "The only person you will be dancing with this evening, Harmon, is ME, unless I say otherwise."
Harm quirks his eyebrow and glances sideways at his wife, "Oh really my dear, if I am that irresistible, perhaps you should share. There is surely enough of me to go around."
Mac ponders this for a moment as she wraps her arms around him from behind. Her hands slowly drift below his waistline as she gives him a soft caress. "Now Flyboy, while there is definitely more of you than most women can handle, this is mine and mine alone." She slightly squeezes and adds, "Are we clear?"
Harm gulps responding with a barely audible, "Aye, Aye, Ma'am." It's a good thing he had the razor in the sink when she decided to pull that move. He doesn't want to have to explain to the General why he has various cuts all over his face. The last thing he needs is to give the General more ammunition to declare another Marine victory.
Mac gives him a long and meaningful kiss and pats his chest before bantering, "Besides, we wouldn't want you to have to leave the ball early to bail me out of jail."
As she tries to slide away, Harm grabs her around the waist and kisses her again. Just as he releases her, he questions, "And why would I have to bail you out of jail?"
Mac coyly smiles and says, "Well…..I wouldn't want to have to break out my Marine hand to hand combat skills on some unsuspecting young lady who unwisely tries to seduce my husband. It is rather hard to adequately execute an axe kick in three-inch heels."
Harm just shakes his head at her, "And here I thought you were supposed to be the one with the dispassionate plan."
Mac laughs and gives him one more quick kiss, "Nope, I had nine years of those, now all my plans with you are nothing but passionate. I also plan to follow through on one of those plans when we get home tonight. Now Flyboy, get your butt in gear and finish getting ready or the General will have our sixes for being late!"
Harm reluctantly releases her, getting an eyeful of his own as she walks back into the bedroom, clad in nothing but her unmentionables, thigh highs, and heels. He mutters to himself, "Damn, I married one hell of a sexy Marine."
Mac hears him mumbling and queries, "What did you say Harm?"
Harm grins sheepishly, "Nothing dear, can you hand me my boxers please?"
Mac grabs his boxers off the dresser and tosses them in his general direction, hitting him squarely in the face. She giggles at a slack jawed Harm who insists, "You do realize that this means war Marine?"
Harm drops his boxers on the floor, and grabs the body pillow off the bed and starts to chase Mac around the bedroom. As well trained as she is in evasive maneuvers, she is no match for his long stride. In no time, he has discarded the pillow, has hoisted her over his shoulder with one arm, and is tickling her sides with the other. Before she can wiggle out of his grasp or cause him serious bodily injury, he unceremoniously drops her in the middle of the bed and pins her with his whole body. Suddenly, the game of cat and mouse has somehow left their minds, to be replaced with ardent desire. Harm gives her a smoldering look before bending down to kiss her senselessly. His evident arousal pressing into her thigh. Mac arches her back to give him better access while breathlessly whispering, "Honey, we really have to get dressed and go."
Harm continues trailing kisses down her neck, nipping at her pulse point, "Just a few more minutes, baby."
Mac starts running her hands up and down his back, desperately trying to unwrap the towel from his waist to get him closer to where she wants him. She starts to protest, "Harm, it's 6:16, and the ball starts at 8:00."
Harm will never get over the frustration that even when she is dimwitted with passion that she can still give him the exact time. Damn that internal clock of hers! He has been trying for years to throw it off to no avail. He starts pressing open mouthed kisses between the valley of her breasts, going to reach for the front clasp to free her perfect globes to his touch. He looks up at her and grins as one hand flips open the clasp, "Well then, I definitely have more than five minutes before we could even remotely be considered late!"
Mac knows that she is fighting a losing battle. She couldn't stop now if she tried, damn the consequences, and damn her husband for being so sexy! Three years of marriage and they still have a hard time keeping their hands off of each other, even when protocol dictates that they should. She turns them onto their sides, finally divesting Harm of the towel and arches her hips against his. While Harm enjoys the friction of her rubbing against him, he would much prefer to be buried deep inside of her. He quickly rids her of the last remaining clothes barrier, and sweeps his hand down past her curls to judge her readiness for him. Satisfied that she is as ready as he is, he rolls her unto her back and sinks into her warm and welcoming depths. He knows that this time will be fast and furious, they do have a time deadline for now. As they simultaneously reach the culmination of their passion for one another, Mac scrapes her nails across Harm's six. His grunt of her name immediately turns into a cry of pain.
Mac immediately rolls Harm to his back with her resting on top of him searching his face with concern. Unfortunately, this action caused him to wince in pain as well. She is immediately on high alert, as even in some of their most intense encounters, he has never let on to any pain. Mac lovingly caresses his cheek, "Honey, what's the matter, did I hurt you?" Harm merely groans in response. Mac climbs off to sit beside him, getting more worried by the moment. She really hopes that he hasn't re-injured his back, which occasionally bothers him from too many ejections, or "hard landings" as Harm would call them. That would cause a serious problem at the ball tonight.
Mac searches his eyes for some hint of where he is hurting. "Sweetie, can you turn over for me please?"
Harm grimaces as he rolls on to his stomach, bringing his hand back over his six. Mac sighs in relief that the problem isn't in his back, but a little lower. She gently removes his hand and immediately bursts out in laughter at the source of his discomfort. Frustrated, Harm moves to get off of the bed, very unhappy that his wife is laughing at him when he is hurt.
Mac lovingly runs her hand down his back, carefully avoiding his problem area, and apologizes, "Sweetie, I am very sorry for laughing. Just stay right here and I will right back with some items to help you."
Harm is thoroughly confused as she comes back from the bathroom with a warm washcloth and a bottle of tea tree oil. He queries, "Mac, what in the heck is that for? I just need the bottle of Bengay and I'll be good to go. I don't need any of that silly gypsy aromatherapy stuff that all you girls claim is great for you!" The only time he even considered anything gypsy good was years ago when they were in Russia and he was immediately aroused at her attire.
Mac tries to stifle her chuckle, "Sailor, I don't think that Bengay is going to help you here, in fact it would probably exacerbate the problem."
Harm arches his brow slightly, "Well, what is the diagnosis then if I didn't pull a muscle?"
Mac smiles coyly, looking at his well-toned six and the scratch marks she just left there and replies, "Well honey, it appears that I caused you to bleed when I dug my nails in."
Harm gives her his flyboy grin as he reaches up to kiss her nose, "That isn't the first time you have gotten overly enthusiastic during our lovemaking, and it hasn't hurt me before."
Mac giggles, "No flyboy, but it is the first time I raked my nails against a pimple."
Harm, thoroughly embarrassed, abruptly tries to stand up, "I HAVE A WHAT? WHERE? How the HELL did that happen?"
Mac can only grin at his discomfiture as she pushes him back down on the bed. Attempting to placate him she replies, "My guess is when we went running the other day, and stayed in sweaty clothes too long. It wasn't intentional, but we couldn't get back into the apartment for several hours because the fire department was here. Don't worry about it, Sailor, just stay still and I will have you fixed up in time for the ball."
Mac straddles his thighs as she covers his six in tree oil, gently massaging the area around the wound. Harm lies there contentedly until she decides to pour some on the other cheek for good measure. He feels a familiar twitching occurring in the part of him that is pressed into the bed. After she has all the oil on, she places the warm washcloth over the affected area and continues to knead his taut muscles. The twitching Harm was feeling has now become an uncomfortable, rock-solid problem. He couldn't believe his insatiable need for this woman. He buries his face into the pillow and mumbles, "Time check Marine?"
Mac hesitates for a second before answering as she is definitely more focused on her husband's fine physique than she is on what he is saying, "It's 6:58, oh crap, we need to get moving!" She is in full Marine mode now.
Harm grunts something unintelligible into the pillow and all Mac catches is "protocol". She moves her hands up to tickle his sides and whispers, "Want to try that again, in English this time."
Harm grimaces as he rolls over and reaches up to give her a quick kiss, "Nothing important, dear."
Mac just laughs at him. She can't decide whether she prefers him when he is endearingly, boyishly handsome in times like these or when he is dressed to the nines looking sexy as hell. Oh, who is she kidding, she definitely prefers him in his birthday suit! As he fully sits up, she recognizes something amiss as well. She responds, "Nothing important huh, well you are definitely standing at perfect attention there, Sailor."
Harm frustratingly says, "Don't remind me! I'm going to take a quick COLD shower so that we can be presentable at tonight's festivities. Care to join me?"
Mac quirks her eyebrow as she pushes him into the bathroom. "Ok Sailor, but I get to wash your back as I don't want you undoing all of my hard work, AND you have to promise to keep ALL your parts to yourself, we are on a deadline!"
Harm looks back at her as he lets his eyes caress her voluptuous figure, "Who me?"
Mac turns him back around by the shoulders and swats the side of his six that isn't hurt. "Move it Sailor, before I have to explain to the General exactly WHY we are late."
Harm stares at her incredulously, "You wouldn't dare!"
Mac smiles back up at him, "Just behave and I won't have to, get the lead out Squid!"
After their forced military shower at Mac's insistence, they are finally stepping out the bathroom when Mac grabs a loofah and the oil.
Harm complains, "Aww Mac, the girly sponge?"
Mac rolls her eyes at him, "Yes Sailor, the girly sponge, that way neither of us gets carried away again! Now, lie down so I can get you situated."
Harm grudgingly assumes the position as she carefully lathers him up with the ointment in a soothing, but not arousing manner. Harm is disappointed when she declares him "good to go" without so much as a touch to his inflamed flesh.
Harm dons his boxers and takes his dress whites off the closet door as Mac goes to the bathroom to dry and curl her hair. By the time she comes out, he is finishing attaching the fruit salad to his uniform. He looks absolutely stunning, and she has to remind herself that she can only take them off of him after they return home. Her pupils immediately darken as she admires him from head to toe. Harm smiles at her and walks over to give her a quick kiss, "I know that look, Marine. We can pick this back up later tonight. Finish getting ready, I got something to go with your dress."
Mac walks over to the closet and pulls out her crushed velvet navy-blue gown. It has a sweetheart neckline and falls to her ankles. When she turns around fully dressed, Harm is rendered speechless. Once he picks his jaw up off the floor, he tells her, "You are absolutely breathtaking, Sarah."
He walks over to the bureau and extracts a velvet box from the top drawer. Standing in front of her, he opens it to reveal a pair of earrings and a beautiful necklace. The earrings are teardrop with a sapphire at the top, a diamond in the middle, and a ruby at the bottom. The necklace is 18 karat gold with a heart that has a sculpted red rose in the center, sapphires channeling one side the top of the heart, and rubies channeling the opposite side on the bottom of the heart. Mac raises her hand to her open mouth, "Oh Harm, these are beautiful."
Harm pulls the necklace out of the box and steps behind her to put it on. "The lady at the jewelry store told me that the necklace meant 'Forever Yours', I thought that it was perfect for us." He places a kiss to the back of her neck as he finishes clasping the necklace. "I love you so much, Sarah."
Mac finishes putting the earrings in and turns around to snake her arms around Harm's neck. She breathes against his lips, "I love you too, Harm" before engaging him in thoroughly passionate kiss.
As they break apart, Harm gallantly offers Mac his arm, "Ready to dazzle everyone Mrs. Rabb?"
Mac replies, "Lead the way, Sailor, but I still own your dance card tonight."
TBC
