Title: Homecoming
Author: Sheila
Category: Webb/Mac
Rating: R
Category: Romance
Disclaimers: As if.
Summary: The title says it all
Spoilers: Need to Know
A/N: Well I'm finally taking the plunge. This is a first effort.
So keep that in mind while reading. This was written in a response to a challenge on the Webb/Mac list.
Jag Headquarters
1530 Hours
"Thank you, Ms. Carlson. That's United, 4576, arriving 5:30pm at
Regan. Thanks, so very much for calling. I'll be sure to meet
him. I'm sorry you'll miss him, but I've missed him myself!
Goodbye."
"Hey Mac, who are you meeting?" said an overly curious Harm from my
office doorway.
"A very special friend. Now excuse me I have to ask the Admiral about
leaving early today."
With the Admiral's kind permission I was currently speeding down the
interstate praying that I didn't get a ticket. After explaining
why I wanted the time off he even granted me Friday off. That
meant a three-day weekend! When I returned to my office to grab my
things I almost did a happy dance. He was almost home. Four
months, four long tortuous months of erotically charged e-mail and
phone sex would be over in just a few short minutes. I didn't plan
on being able to move much on Monday!
With all the security in place I had to stand with the pack of other
excited friends and relatives waiting to see their loved ones. Then
I saw him. His green eyes were sweeping the crowd looking for
someone. His eyes stopped moving when he saw my face in the
crowd. The transformation of his face from tired and longing to
overjoyed was unbelievable. We more or less knocked people aside
rushing to each other.
"Sarah" was all he got to say before our lips met in a kiss that
said all the words in the world could not describe. When we came up
for air we stared at each other not quite believing this was real.
"Let's get out of here Clay. There is a lot more that I want to do
with you that absolutely can't be done in a public place." We began
walking to the luggage carousels.
"And exactly what did you have planned Ms. McKenzie? Anything that
I would like to participate in, or do I just have to be present?"
said the amused spy.
"You better plan on participating, or face the consequences, which
will not be pretty. You haven't been around this frustrated marine
for a few months." I barely got this statement my out as he goosed
me before God and everyone as I bent to pick up one of his cases.
Needless to say the "touches" got more intimate as we got to my
car. Clay has never been a "breast" or "leg" man. He is an
everything man. He began by touching my face then arms as we left
the parking lot. As we got onto the interstate he began the serious
stuff. His hands were everywhere. His touches were soft and
sensuous. He finally moved his hand under my skirt to my mound. By
the look on his face he was pleasantly surprised that it felt no
panties to impede his progress to my curls. By this time I was
squirming so much that driving was becoming hazardous.
"Clay, sweetheart, can you, um, um, stop that just until we get to
your place? I don't want to spend this weekend in the hospital."
"OK, but only until we get to the garage. You're not the only one
in a "delicate" condition. Why don't you feel how delicate my
condition is?" With this he placed my hand on his crotch. His had
an impressive "condition" I must say. I left my hand there for as
long as possible just feeling the warmth coming off of him. But
shifting without my right hand is on the impossible side, so I
reluctantly removed it.
Finally, we were in his garage. The garage door was closing as he
jumped out and ran around to my door and pulled me out. His mouth
was on mine instantly. Both of our hands were frantically touching
everywhere.
"Are you ready?" he asked. "Are you kidding?" I responded as I
began unfastening his slacks. My hands didn't find any shorts to
block my access to his cock.
"Been planning this long Sir?" as I began my assault on him
immediately.
"Just as long as you've been sweetheart." By this time he had my
skirt up around my waist and his hands delving into me. The feel of
his fingers on me almost had me over the edge.
"I want you in me, NOW." Leaning against the car, I spread my
legs, he bent his knees and with a little guidance he was finally
home. Our movements were slow at first but began to build in speed
and intensity. I don't know who came first. The feeling of our
orgasms was so intense that we collapsed into each other gasping for
breath and trying to maintain a vertical position.
Clay leaned his forehead against mine. From what I could see the
smile that was on his face would have to be surgically
removed. "Sarah, sweetheart, this is what a homecoming should be
like every time."
"I'll see what I can do about that."
Fin.
Author: Sheila
Category: Webb/Mac
Rating: R
Category: Romance
Disclaimers: As if.
Summary: The title says it all
Spoilers: Need to Know
A/N: Well I'm finally taking the plunge. This is a first effort.
So keep that in mind while reading. This was written in a response to a challenge on the Webb/Mac list.
Jag Headquarters
1530 Hours
"Thank you, Ms. Carlson. That's United, 4576, arriving 5:30pm at
Regan. Thanks, so very much for calling. I'll be sure to meet
him. I'm sorry you'll miss him, but I've missed him myself!
Goodbye."
"Hey Mac, who are you meeting?" said an overly curious Harm from my
office doorway.
"A very special friend. Now excuse me I have to ask the Admiral about
leaving early today."
With the Admiral's kind permission I was currently speeding down the
interstate praying that I didn't get a ticket. After explaining
why I wanted the time off he even granted me Friday off. That
meant a three-day weekend! When I returned to my office to grab my
things I almost did a happy dance. He was almost home. Four
months, four long tortuous months of erotically charged e-mail and
phone sex would be over in just a few short minutes. I didn't plan
on being able to move much on Monday!
With all the security in place I had to stand with the pack of other
excited friends and relatives waiting to see their loved ones. Then
I saw him. His green eyes were sweeping the crowd looking for
someone. His eyes stopped moving when he saw my face in the
crowd. The transformation of his face from tired and longing to
overjoyed was unbelievable. We more or less knocked people aside
rushing to each other.
"Sarah" was all he got to say before our lips met in a kiss that
said all the words in the world could not describe. When we came up
for air we stared at each other not quite believing this was real.
"Let's get out of here Clay. There is a lot more that I want to do
with you that absolutely can't be done in a public place." We began
walking to the luggage carousels.
"And exactly what did you have planned Ms. McKenzie? Anything that
I would like to participate in, or do I just have to be present?"
said the amused spy.
"You better plan on participating, or face the consequences, which
will not be pretty. You haven't been around this frustrated marine
for a few months." I barely got this statement my out as he goosed
me before God and everyone as I bent to pick up one of his cases.
Needless to say the "touches" got more intimate as we got to my
car. Clay has never been a "breast" or "leg" man. He is an
everything man. He began by touching my face then arms as we left
the parking lot. As we got onto the interstate he began the serious
stuff. His hands were everywhere. His touches were soft and
sensuous. He finally moved his hand under my skirt to my mound. By
the look on his face he was pleasantly surprised that it felt no
panties to impede his progress to my curls. By this time I was
squirming so much that driving was becoming hazardous.
"Clay, sweetheart, can you, um, um, stop that just until we get to
your place? I don't want to spend this weekend in the hospital."
"OK, but only until we get to the garage. You're not the only one
in a "delicate" condition. Why don't you feel how delicate my
condition is?" With this he placed my hand on his crotch. His had
an impressive "condition" I must say. I left my hand there for as
long as possible just feeling the warmth coming off of him. But
shifting without my right hand is on the impossible side, so I
reluctantly removed it.
Finally, we were in his garage. The garage door was closing as he
jumped out and ran around to my door and pulled me out. His mouth
was on mine instantly. Both of our hands were frantically touching
everywhere.
"Are you ready?" he asked. "Are you kidding?" I responded as I
began unfastening his slacks. My hands didn't find any shorts to
block my access to his cock.
"Been planning this long Sir?" as I began my assault on him
immediately.
"Just as long as you've been sweetheart." By this time he had my
skirt up around my waist and his hands delving into me. The feel of
his fingers on me almost had me over the edge.
"I want you in me, NOW." Leaning against the car, I spread my
legs, he bent his knees and with a little guidance he was finally
home. Our movements were slow at first but began to build in speed
and intensity. I don't know who came first. The feeling of our
orgasms was so intense that we collapsed into each other gasping for
breath and trying to maintain a vertical position.
Clay leaned his forehead against mine. From what I could see the
smile that was on his face would have to be surgically
removed. "Sarah, sweetheart, this is what a homecoming should be
like every time."
"I'll see what I can do about that."
Fin.