AN: I admit that I was kicking this idea around for a bit before Yiota suggested it. However, that's not to take anything away from the feedback, I probably wouldn't have explored it without that prompt, so thank you Yiota. :)
This will be a collection of M scenes that I am writing specifically in connection with my T-rated fic, A Time And Place. I don't know if you need to read that fic to read this one as this is mostly mindless filth, but it might help to put things in context and make sense of how Harm & Mac got into these situations in the first place. :)
So please enjoy it, and if you do, I really would like to hear your review. I'll have to assume that if you read and didn't review, you didn't enjoy the work, :D Kidding. But still please review if you can, coz I want it.
CHAPTER 3: OKINAWA
2200 LOCAL TIME
OKINAWA
Dinner was nice and the walk on the beach after was nicer, but all too soon Mac found herself back at her basic housing unit. Harm led her to her door and waited for her to unlock it.
She had her back turned to him, revealing the enticing nape of her neck. His lips ached to taste her, sure that she would taste as delicious as her lips had, sure that her skin would taste like vanilla and cinnamon and brown sugar and caramel. He gulped trying to retain some semblance of control.
She turned back to face him and saw his intense gaze upon her and instantly burned up. Her skin and lips tingled in anticipation of what she had craved ever since he had shown up at her office, for him to kiss her senseless and never stop.
He came closer to her, his eyes staring deep into hers, dark with desire yet sparkling with a simple want that she herself felt. She was drowning in his gaze and she leaned in to him.
His lips touched hers and fireworks exploded in her mind's eye - bright beyond belief, filled with colors she didn't even know existed, extending across the entire sky.
She couldn't bear to have it end and as she felt him pull her tighter against him, her soul soared in the knowledge that he needed her as much as she needed him. As if on this very night two souls, born apart had found their way to each other.
Unlike their previous efforts, this kiss wasn't about the need to claim one another nor to signal desire. It was about sharing, their hopes, dreams, thoughts, love. It was a kiss for the ages, a kiss that meant forever, a kiss that promised eternity.
When they finally parted, Mac felt a tear slip from her eye and rolled down her cheek. His thumb stole across her cheek to catch it. She looked up at him as she leaned against the hand cupping her face.
And saw that Harm was similarly affected. She reached up and brushed the tear from his cheek, surprising him. Then the absurdity of the moment made them giggle sillily. Giggle in relief. Giggle in elation.
"What a fine pair we make." he said as he rested his forehead against hers, his smile brighter than the noon day sun.
"I don't want to leave." he admitted.
She stepped back to look at him, wanting to know what gave him the idea to leave in the first place.
"I'm not about to assume anything Sarah. If you want me to stay, you'll need to ask me." he said quietly, his eyes pleading with hers.
"Why?" she uttered hoarsely.
"Because I don't want to be a mistake you regret in the morning. I want you to know what you're asking for."
Her mouth suddenly went dry. She gulped, "And if I know what I'm asking for?"
"Then ask."
"Do you... do you want..." she stammered.
He didn't. "You know what I want. What do you want?"
Tears threatened to take over again. She reached up and pulled him into another kiss. "You."
oxoxoxo
Mac dragged Harm towards her bedroom, their kisses frantic, their hands even more so. They tried to help each other out of their clothes, but as Harm's was more conventional, Mac was having far more luck getting him out of his than he hers.
He was already shorn of his jacket and out of his shoes by the time she pushed him down on the bed. He stared up at the damage he had done to her kimono and saw that she was still wrapped up in the fabric. Too wrapped up. He needed to see skin. Now.
She decided to help him by stripping off the garment herself but he stopped her.
"Mac, please. I... I want to undress you." he said, his voice barely more than a growl despite his pleading tone.
Those words made Mac almost melt and become a pool of goo on the floor. Her hands stopped and she stepped within reach to allow him the honors.
His hands glided over the smooth fabric. 'Has cotton ever felt this sexy?' he wondered. He moved his palms upwards from her thigh to her hip, his hands already telling his eyes he was bound for a treat. He was tempted to just rip the cloth from her body, but he also so badly wanted to make this last. He didn't know how often he'd get to make love to her again, but he knew that he'd only get the one chance to make love to her the first time. So this had to be perfect. This had to be right.
He moved to the ribbon and undid it slowly, pulling on an end and letting it slide out of its loop. He couldn't help but smile when he noticed Mac's breathing hitch a little in anticipation. Rising to his feet, he pulled her into his embrace and kissed her all along her jaw, whispering sweet nothings into her ear.
Mac trembled under this assault, her body already screaming in need and lust, needing him to touch her now, needing him to be one with her now. She opened her eyes to look into his.
And almost lost her ability to stand when she saw those same emotions reflected in his eyes. He wanted her as badly as she wanted him.
"Harm..." she managed to croak out but any other words melded into a single longing moan when she felt his mouth descend on her neck, driving all conscious thought from her mind. He had her perched on the brink just with his kisses.
"You're so beautiful, Sarah." Harm whispered against her collarbone as he moved downwards, pulling the fabric from her shoulders as he did. He stopped his ministrations though and pulled back to admire her underwear - deep brown, like her eyes. And good God how she filled out her bra...
He must have paused for a bit too long to stare at her half-clothed form because Mac rediscovered her voice. "They aren't gonna bite, Harm." she said with amusement and a breathless voice.
He smiled back at her, and returned her verbal jab, "Shame. Might be nice." he said before his lips descended on her body once more. He worked the kimono completely off, but this time instead of stepping back to admire her body, he lifted her and placed her on the bed - much to her surprise, and delight.
She stopped him from joining her on the bed though, instead she crawled towards him and let her fingers move to his belt buckle.
"I think one of us is too dressed up for the occasion sailor."
"I think both of us are too dressed up for the occasion Marine." Harm countered with a smile and was rewarded with a brilliant one in return.
"Well, let's sort you out first, then you can help sort me out." Mac said even as her hands undid his belt and was already working his zipper down. Once his slacks were slack enough, she let them fall to his feet.
He quickly pulled his undershirt up over his head and tossed it aside. He stepped out of his pants and his socks soon followed. He stood there only in his boxers.
Her eyes devoured how trim his body was. She had always only imagined it but now that he was almost naked in front of her, she needed to memorize him completely so she could recreate this moment in her fantasies at will. Her eyes scanned downwards and only got as far as his boxers, and the sizable bulge they were barely containing at this point.
"Mac?" Harm asked in an amused tone when he saw her hesitance. But all amusement left him, replaced by a burning, surging, all-encompassing lust the minute she reached out and touched him.
Her hand molded against the fabric, moving sensuously across it to stroke his hardened state. She heard him groan - in restraint and in ecstasy, and she could feel him twitch in anticipation. She pulled back a little, she hadn't meant to fondle him, she had been just mesmerized by his body, and her body, her hand had moved on its own accord.
"Sarah, I need you now." he said through ragged breaths.
She smiled and got to her knees on the bed, wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into a searing kiss. "I need you too, Harm."
He crawled into bed with her, their kisses never stopping as he stretched her out over the sheets. His body pinned her down as his hand stroked every bare inch of her. He expertly undid her bra clasp with a twist of his fingers, and he could feel her smile against his lips.
"What's so funny, Marine?"
"Nothing... just that it took me longer to put that on than it took for you to take it off." she replied as she broke from his embrace to remove the last of her clothes.
His breathing grew raspy as he took in his first sight of her. He admired her for a brief second before his hand moved to lay claim to her body. She moaned with pleasure when his hand cupped her ample bosom, his fingers heightening her desire further when they touched her skin.
Harm could feel her heart pound against her chest, could feel how out of control it was getting under his touch. He couldn't hold back the slow forming smile, knowing that he affected her so deeply.
"What's got you so happy there, flyboy?" she asked.
"Your heart. It's racing." he said as if his own wasn't.
Mac put her hand against his chest and felt his own racing pulse. "I'm not the only one." she said before lowering her mouth on his.
Their tongues dueled, each eager to take as much pleasure from their union as they were willing to give. He pulled her onto his lap and she could feel how hot his desire was pressed against hers. She moved to settle herself more comfortably against him and was proud of the tortured groan she elicited from him.
"Mac... I..."
"Show me how much you want me, Harm."
He did by pinning her to the bed once more. He moved down her body, tasting every bare inch of her, lavishing particular attention to the aroused peaks of her chest. Her back arched in ecstasy, leaning into his mouth as her mind fizzed and popped and her breasts tingled, eager for his care.
All too soon for her liking, he moved further downwards, trailing kisses down her flat stomach before branching out to her hip. His fingers though didn't make her miss his mouth for far too long as they drew lazy but ever tightening circles on her chest.
It was sensory overload as Harm kissed and caressed all over her body, and her body itself was feeding off its own aroused state.
She felt his tongue trail along the hem of her panties before trailing downwards. She propped herself up on her elbows to see what he was doing. He moved lower over the fabric covering her...
Her head fell back as the thrill of his mouth touching her, kissing her, licking her sent a lightning bolt from her core right up her spine to her brain. She was losing her grip on reality, all she could feel was his lips...
"Harm..." his name came out of her throat strained and strangled as her hand gripped his dark luxurious locks and held him still between her legs. She needed to stop this before he undid her completely, before he sent her over the edge alone.
He didn't stop, his tongue running along the thin fabric that still covered her, his tongue tracing her shape and driving her to the brink. He felt her buck under his assault and knew she was already close. So he took her all the way.
For long seconds... minutes it seemed like, Mac rode out the waves of pleasure. When she returned, she saw his pleased though slightly cocky grin. She wanted to smack that grin off his face... but an even better plan formed in her mind.
She moved to cup his arousal once more, and his smile disappeared. He recognized the look in her eye, she was going for revenge. She was going to do to him what he had just done to her. Well, two could play that game.
He moved out of her reach.
"Harm..." she protested, but soon realized that even though he was out of her reach, she wasn't out of his. He stroked her hip, playing with the fabric of her underwear.
"As far as I recall, I was supposed to help you get appropriately undressed for the occasion." he said as his fingers looped around the thin fabric and started moving it off her hips.
She wanted to resist him, but her body had taken control of its own destiny and she felt herself lift her hips so he could slide her underwear off. She cursed her body for betraying her, even as she was aware that parts of her brain cheered wildly at being one step closer to being with Harm.
"And if I remember right, sailor, I was supposed to help you get appropriately undressed too."
"That you were."
She helped him out of his boxers and couldn't help but feel a thrill shoot through her when she saw just how primed he was for her. She tore her eyes away from his arousal and forced herself to look in his eyes. Their once clear blue cool were now dark and stormy with desire.
"Harm." she said, trying to still her heart. "No more games."
Harm nodded, no more games. She let him get ready before she led him to where she wanted him and pulled him on top of her. But then her body cried out in warning. She needed something from him.
"Harm... it's... it's been a while for me." she admitted shyly.
He stared back at her, his eyes alive with concern. He looked into her big beautiful dark eyes. "It's been a while for me too, Sarah." he said with worry. "I can be gentle... but I don't know if I can last very long. I want you so much."
His admission at being anything less than perfect made her soul fall more in love with him. While outwardly he was built like a Greek god and had the brashness of one, with her, in here, he was like her... infinitely human. It was a connection on a deeper level. Deeper than the one they were about to engage in.
"It's okay Harm. I want you just as bad."
"Well, I hope I'm not bad..."
"Harm, shut up." she pulled him down and guided him home.
It was beyond everything they had hoped for, beyond everything they had imagined, beyond everything they had ever experienced. There were no words to describe how right this felt, how supreme and perfect and wonderful. All words paled to what this was.
Harm finally moved, inching his way deeper. She was tight around him, so tight he was as afraid of breaking her as he was of breaking himself. But as their bodies instinctively grew to know each other with each passing heartbeat, their bodies communicated their silent needs to each other and the worry eased.
He moved against her and she pulled him in more. He heard how her breath, ragged and shallow as she moaned against his ear, stimulated him further, aroused him more. He grunted in return, wanting to say how beautiful she was, how wonderful she felt, how incredible she made him feel, but he didn't have the ability to talk. There was only their union and the sound of their lovemaking was all that they needed.
"Harm, more." was all she said as she clung to him, bringing his body deeper into hers. It was all the encouragement he needed as soon his body began to move on its own accord, matching her need and intensity, seeking to deliver her the greatest pleasure he could give her once more.
He heard her breath grow shallower and her body tighten around him, and he knew she was close. He didn't know if he could hold back either, he wanted to join her this time, to rocket off the edge and see the stars with her. To break free and let loose. To pound her so hard she'd feel it well into the middle of next week.
But at the same time, he needed this to last. Not wanted. Needed. He slowed his stroke.
Mac looked up at him, saw how he was holding back. She could feel that his body was waging war with itself, trying to keep in control, yet craving to be unleashed. She decided if he couldn't make up his mind, she'd make it up for him.
She pulled away, surprising him, but then surprised him further when she rolled him onto his back. She kissed him as she moved herself above him, scooting up to position herself right against his ardor. She could feel the heat of his passion even through the thin protective layer between them. She looked down at him, reached down and joined them once more.
She moved sensuously, enjoying her new command position but not nearly as much it seemed as Harm was enjoying it. She smiled when he groaned her name and God's name over and over. She smiled even more when she felt him buck under her, his body seeking hers, needing hers, desiring hers.
His hands gripped her hips, keeping her on top of him as he moved faster. She moved one of them to her chest, and he responded by touching her how she craved. She popped open her eyes to see him staring at her, with lust, passion... and she could almost believe... love.
They said each other's names, not needing any other words to convey how close they were to completion. This time, Harm didn't hold back, and this time they reached the stars together.
In a few hours, Mac knew their desires, now quenched, would reawaken. Until then, they'd steal a few hours sleep. She felt Harm slip from the bed for a moment but was soon back next to her.
"I just remembered something." he said as he cuddled against her back, his breath warm against her ear. He wrapped a protective arm around her stomach and moved himself closer.
"Hmm? What's that?" she asked as she put her hand on his keeping it where he had it.
"I didn't pack a toothbrush."
She giggled at the inanity of the thought. "Mmm, I have a spare one somewhere... or you can use your fingers."
"Like this?" he said as he stroked a finger gently against her stomach, creating goosebumps along the path.
"Just like that." she said as she turned around and pulled him in for another kiss.
They were asleep within ten minutes. But after a few short hours of rest, were awake enough to enjoy the rest of the morning.
Together.
AN: I hope you liked it. Please let me know what you think. I know I need some reviews to fire me up to writing the next chapter of A Time & Place. :D Consider this your blackmail warning. ;D
However, regardless of whether or not you want to read another chapter of AT&P, please let me know what you think of this M scene. Thanks.
