This is my first Fanfic. My English isn't very good, but I hope you excuse it. For those, who speak German, I post the story in the German section. Please, review because I like to know, if the story is easy to understand, otherwise I don't try to translate the rest of the fanfic.

The story stets between Hail and Farewell and Going after Webb from season 10. The characters belong to Belisarius Productions, CBS und Paramount Pictures, not mine.

0121 Zulu
Harm's Apartment
Northern the Union Station
Harm had invited Mac to dinner at his apartment this evening. He knew how lonely and vulnerable she had been since Clay's death and how much the message of her state of health got to her heart. She looked tired and exhausted. If he thought exactly about it, it already had been quite a while since he had seen her smile. She always looked sad and emotionally cold. She had fallen in her work, her private life did not seem to exist at all.

Although she didn't speak about it, he had the feeling that he must help her. He only had to have patience and at some point she would have confidence in him and would open completely. Her feelings about Clay's death and the loss of her relationship were probably still too fresh to talk about. And also the news that she could probably never have own children seemed to have thrown her so much from the road that she could not speak with him, her best friend, about that.

Mac had arrived half an hour ago, was now sitting towards to him on the couch. She had crossed the legs on the sofa; her hands were lying in her lap. She cried, had opened to him a little, had just entrusted to him a small part of her feelings. She had spoken about her desperation, her wishes, her lacking trust in her own future. Harm had listened to her quietly, had felt so helpless, incapable to help the woman he loved. He could not bring back dead people to life, fetch back nothing past.
He could not cure her Endometrioses, was probably never able to give her a child. He had walked across to Mac, had kneeled before her. She felt how her tears rose. " Do not cry … we can do this. " His hand touched softly her cheek, wiped off her tears. He could not endure seeing this woman weeping, he wanted to protect her, keep away all conceivable misfortune from her.

It was his task to comfort her, to do everything, so that she felt better. This did he own to the woman he loved so much. He had taken her into his arms, started to stroke in reassuring circles her back. She cuddled up to him, enjoyed his physical attention, the feeling of security in his strong arms.
Harm loved this woman, could not imagine a life without her. He had already pictured a future with her so often, had imagined how they would spend their whole life together and how they would make love. His body almost cried for being allowed to touch her. And before he realised what he did, he had bent over to her and kissed her at first affectionately, then increasingly demanding.

His hands glided under her blouse, stroking gently her naked skin. She was so soft, so silky, giving him the feeling that he had to touch her or he would die right away.
Mac had closed her eyes, slowly calmed down. Obviously she enjoyed his touches, nevertheless, she did not seem to be ready to return them. They did not speak, did not seem to want to interrupt the comforting play of their bodies by unnecessary words. He unbuttoned her blouse, lowered his head. His lips touched affectionately her belly. She let strip him off her trousers. Her body arched towards him, seeming to ask for more passionate touches. They did not know whether what they did was right, however, at this moment her bodies seemed to be far more important, than her thoughts and worries.

Even if Mac still cried, she did not reject him, seemed to feel apparently safely in his arms. And he could not stop to touch her gently over and over again, being passionately and affectionately. He kissed once more the naked skin of her belly, then he let his tongue slid across her rib curves, stripping softly the straps of her bra of her shoulders and touched carefully her nipples. She did not frighten back, seeming to have obviously no problems with his more and more intimate growing touches.

He encircled her breasts quite softly, bending down to kiss them affectionately. He did it slowly, trying to rein up his desire to don't forget how vulnerable this wonderful woman still was.
How often had he already dreamed of expressing all his unmentionable feelings for this woman in a physical act of love? He had always wanted to show her that they belonged together, their bodies required to be one.
She was so beautiful, so soft, what they were doing felt so right. Harm had striped his shirt, had distributed his whole things on the ground and was now pressing his naked body between her legs. She saw into his eyes, felt how his arousal gently touched the inside of her thighs. His hand touched softly her cheek, for a moment they just looked at each other. Then he entered her, carefully and slowly. Almost in such a way as if he was afraid, she could break.

Mac quietly gasped, amazed by the size and hardness with which she was taken. The laparoscopy was only a few days ago and the huge stretch and the strong pressure on her pelvic musculature hurt, nevertheless, it would not keep her from taking in Harm deeply into her body at this moment. She had not seen him, however, she felt that his cock was unusually big. Greater than all the other men with who she had been intimate till this time.
Also without the laparoscopy the penetration would probably have been painful for her, because her musculature seemed to be stretched extremely. And although she slowly got used to being filled so completely, each of his still so gentle movements burned. But she ignored the pain. She had to do it to know that she was still alive and able to feel love.

She looked him more deeply in the eyes, lifted her hips demandingly towards his. He did what she asked for. His pushes were calm, went deeply into her womb. He noticed that he hurt her; however, obviously her desire and her arousal were stronger than the physical pain.
She quietly groaned, indecisively whether before pain or ecstasy. Her lips slowly approached his, touching them softly. He gave up kissing her when he noticed that she still cried and he tasted tears which ran over her face. He had the need to press her closer against his body, to hold her protectively in his arms.

He moved slowly and powerfully, still carefully. Then he encircled her hips, lifted them in his lap and penetrated her more deeply. She nestled her head to his shoulder, her lips touching affectionately his naked skin, his hands stroking softly her back. Finally he felt how her body started to jerk, noticed contently that she was trying to suppress giving a groan full of pleasure. Her orgasm, her contracting muscles which were wrapping narrower around his arousal, than he had ever experienced with any other woman, also carried him over the edge.

And when he found deeply inside her his release deeply inside her, filling her with his cum, he had the wish for the first time in his life that one of his small swimmers found the way and that the destiny would give them a child.

He knew how much Mac desired to become pregnant and how low her chances were. And although he did not know whether she felt the same at this moment, he was longing to become a father.
Finally he held her exhaustedly in his arms. His fingers were still stroking her back, he did not want to let her go, he wanted to hold her forever. Mac leaned back, still sitting in his lap, smiling at him for the first time at this evening.

He returned her smile and laid her without words on the bed before him. He remained kneeling before her, looking absently at her naked body. She was so amazing, a present of a higher power. When he realized that he was looking at her body as if he was under hypnosis, he smiled at her embarrassedly, uncertainly about what he should do or say. He had used her weak situation, had taken what he already had longed for so many years.

Finally he cleared his throat and said quietly: " Stay tonight. It is quite late and I did not want you to drive home. " Mac nodded only, cuddled up protection-searching to his naked, warm body and had soon fallen asleep; her head resting on his chest, his hand stroking affectionately her back.

He lay awake, thinking about what they just had done. He wanted that Mac was happy - he wanted to make her happy, wanted to fulfil her every conceivable wish. His hand had glided unconsciously under the blanket and had remained lying on her belly, his thumb caressing softly her naked skin. He could not describe at all, how much he wished that there, under his fingers, a new life grew up. His child, that his love had given her.

Mac moved, nevertheless, did not wake up. She seemed to sleep so firmly that even his touches were not able to wake her. He smiled. It was a good sign, a sign for the fact that she felt safe. As a marine she ordinarily woke up, as soon as something moved in her nearness. He sat up, lifting carefully the blanket of the upper part of her body. Her chest slowly lifted and fell with every quiet breath. He bent down to her flat belly, covering her skin with gentle kisses.
" Please, God, let our baby grow here ", he quietly whispered, before his lips touched her belly for the last time. Even if Mac had never really said to him that she wanted to fulfil the baby deal, he knew that she wanted a child more than anything else.

He had covered her again and had lain down besides her, pressing her sleeping body close against his. His hand rested on her belly, like a sign for the fact that if they had created a new life this child developed under his protection and in God's will.

He nestled his cheek closer to Mac's, briefly looking at her peacefully sleeping body, before he quietly whispered in her ear: " I love you, Sarah. And I promise you, I will not give up rather, before I have not done everything to give you a baby. " With these words he kissed affectionately her cheek, enjoying the satisfaction to be allowed to hold this adorable woman in his arms. The woman he loved, who he revered and who maybe would be the mother of his children at some time. And eventually he had also fallen asleep too; fallen asleep with the certainty that if she would become pregnant, this baby would be a product from an act of love, even if they did not show this love in public.

When Harm woke up three hours later, Mac was still lying peacefully sleeping next to him. He moved back a little to be able to observe her better. She was so gorgeous, so unique; her olive skin so silk and soft. She looked so peaceful, so relaxed. He slowly bent over her, touching carefully her full and soft lips. His hand briefly touched her nipple, before he encircled both breasts, starting to caress them affectionately.
Mac did not move, her mouth softening into a gentle smile. Even if he did not want to wake her up, he could not stop touching her body. It was like a compulsion. A compulsion finally to be able to enjoy that what he had longed for so many years. Her skin was so soft and warm, felt so incredibly tender that he had the feeling that he has lost himself in his dreams.
And as if he had to check whether it was reality, she really lies in his arms; he covered her whole body with other gentle caresses. His fingers slid over her belly, between her thighs. She was so wet and warm, ready to take him again. He bent his head aside, nibbling affectionately at her ear. " Mac? " She moved a little, groaning lightly when he slipped two fingers into her cunt.

" Turn around. " He softly kissed the back of her neck, raising her right leg lightly when she lay on her left side. Without effort and resistance he slid into her, pressing himself deeply into the other body. Mac leaned back cuddling up closer to his muscular chest. She was tired and exhausted, but the feeling, finally to be a full woman again, to be loved, was something that she needed more, than sleep.
Harm barely moved, simply enjoying the feeling to be one with this woman. It felt so right, her bodies seemed like they had been created for each other. His arms were protectively wrapped around her, pressing her gently closer to him, while his lips touched affectionately the back of her neck. So they simply lay there for a while, swung over and over again into ecstasy without finishing the play of her bodies completely.

It was not about sexual satisfaction, about physical desires. It was only a matter of curing their souls, of releasing them from fears and worries. Mac had rolled on her belly, her hip lifted only so far that Harm could move within her without difficulties. He pressed himself deeply into her over and over again, still wanting to take not only her body completely, but also her soul.
In spite of the slow rhythm Harm reached his climax and when he came deeply within her, his seed shooting to the very depths of her womb, Mac had already fallen asleep, completely exhausted and totally satisfied.