FANTASIES
Disclaimers: Same as usual DPB, bla bla bla.... (I'm tired and everybody knows this shit by heart)
Note: This was written for the DogTags June challenge, though in my mind, something that was supposed to be a short quickie grew into something bigger again!!! Please send me feedback anyways
Fantasys (1/3)
by cat
I lie in my bed and another hard day has just come to an end. Though I have to admit that winning my latest case made up for it already. I'm proud. Not just because of the victory - I win cases all of the time - but this seemed hopeless, the evidences against my client were just too strong. But I managed to box him out anyways. That reminds me to all the cases I had with Harm. No matter how helpless it was, we did it. He was a great senior officer and taught me a lot. I know exactly, that I wouldn't be the hot-shot JAG lawyer here at Pearl Harbour if it wasn't for handsome Harm. After all these years my mind keeps on wandering back to him. I left because they offered me this position, along with the promotion I wanted so much. Of course I took it, though it meant that I had to leave Harm. I didn't even have the guts to tell him about this. Never.
I loved him too much, and I know exactly, that these feelings weren't mutual, so I thought I might get over him here. But that didn't work out. He never called me or wrote a letter. I think it hurt his pride that I left so sudden and without telling him. I can understand that. What would I have done? We were supposed to be friends, close friends, and friends don't leave without saying bye. I didn't even call or write him afterwards either. I thought I'd get over him better that way. And now I get assigned to this case and have to defand a tall, dark handsome naval aviator. Of course it wasn't Harm, but he looked a lot like him.
And my mind is running full time. I see his smile, that made me turn into a puddle of goo everytime he flashed it. One of his smiles and I'd do anything for him. My mind drifts back further. His muscular body. His smell. I remember the time in Bagdad, where he opened the door shirtless and dragged me into the bathroom, babbeling something about trying the shower. I didn't know what to say and my mind went blank. I swallow hard as this memory makes shivers go through my whole body. Suddenly a well known heat is setteling in my core. It isn't the first time that the thought of Harm does this to me. Though I don't picture us together that often anymore these days. I used to do it a lot when we were still working together. But tonight is definately going to be one of these occasions. I just can't stop it, not that I want to anyways. I slowly start to undress myself and silently pray that my mom won't call me just now. She seems to have a perverted sense of when I'm treating myself and though I try to ignore her 'Meg I know you're at home' messages on my answering machine...
I shudder. This really isn't the right time to think about that. I focus back on Harm. I close my eyes and see him standing here in my bedroom, right in front of me. He's flashing me his gorgeous smile, I bite my lower lip and smile back at him, as he begins to slowly unbutton his dress whites and sways to a soft melody that is audible only by the two of us. I take a deep breath and moan. Yes, that saying about dress whites and gold wings has truth about it. Though Harm looks sexy, no matter what he's wearing. But the less he's wearing, the more sexy he is of course. This makes the Harm of my fantasies continue to undress and he slowly unzips his pants and steps out of shoes and socks. Oh yes, this is satisfying. I wonder, just how satisfying the real thing would be, but right now all I have is this, and I'm going to enjoy that to the max. I lick my lips ans my hands slowly stroke over my body, I imagine that Harm's hands are doing this to me instead of my own. I let them linger on my breasts and message themsoftly, before my thumb graces over my hardened nipples ever so slightly. I stick the forefinger of my other hand into my mouth and wet it.
Now I pay attention to my other nipple and tenderly roll it between thumb and forefinger as I repeat the wetting process with my other hand. My forefingers aren't the only body parts that are wet by now. The wet spot between my legs is itching because I didn't pay enough attention to it yet. I change that right away and let my hand slowly slide down my body. I moan as it reaches my sex. I remember something I read on a webpage once, one about some stupid puritain campaign: God didn't give us genitals for entertainment! A broad grin curves my lips. "Yeah, right." How about for pleasure instead? I definitely do enjoy this. My fingers touch my clit and I moan at the contact. I circle and caress it and I imagine that it is Harm's tongue that is dug deep between my legs. I can't wait any longer and let my forefinger penetrate my wet vulva. I thrust into myself with it a couple of times, before I enter a second finger. My mind replaces my fingers by Harm's cock, which is filling me completely. I don't need long until I come. Shivers run through my body again and I cry out Harm's name as I enjoy my climax. One wave of my orgasm follows the next and I breathe hard as I'm finished. The telephone starts to ring. As usual I ignore it, knowing exactly, who's calling. Instead I let myself fall into the pillows, close my eyes and sigh.
I hear my mom's voice that brings me back to reality again. "Dammit Meg, you can't be out, everytime I try to call you." She slams down the receiver, but I don't care. Maybe I'll call her back tomorrow. Right now I'm going to take a shower. As the hot water is drumming down on me, I realize just how much I miss my expartner. I finally want the real thing, and I don't need long to make a decision. So I step out of my shower and dry myself off a little, before I grab my phone and dial a number that is still branded in my brain, though I shuffle it out for the first time in years. The line is free and my heart is pounding as hard and loud as it possibly could. Before I can regret my decision and slam down the receiver again, a voice answers my call.
"Rabb."
I swallow, it's him, I'm really talking to the real thing now, well, I'm not exactly talking. Again his voice statles me out of my thoughts.
"Hello?"
Suddenly I feel so dumb and don't really know what to say.
"Hiya Harm. This, this is Meg."
***end of part 1***
Disclaimers: Same as usual DPB, bla bla bla.... (I'm tired and everybody knows this shit by heart)
Note: This was written for the DogTags June challenge, though in my mind, something that was supposed to be a short quickie grew into something bigger again!!! Please send me feedback anyways
Fantasys (1/3)
by cat
I lie in my bed and another hard day has just come to an end. Though I have to admit that winning my latest case made up for it already. I'm proud. Not just because of the victory - I win cases all of the time - but this seemed hopeless, the evidences against my client were just too strong. But I managed to box him out anyways. That reminds me to all the cases I had with Harm. No matter how helpless it was, we did it. He was a great senior officer and taught me a lot. I know exactly, that I wouldn't be the hot-shot JAG lawyer here at Pearl Harbour if it wasn't for handsome Harm. After all these years my mind keeps on wandering back to him. I left because they offered me this position, along with the promotion I wanted so much. Of course I took it, though it meant that I had to leave Harm. I didn't even have the guts to tell him about this. Never.
I loved him too much, and I know exactly, that these feelings weren't mutual, so I thought I might get over him here. But that didn't work out. He never called me or wrote a letter. I think it hurt his pride that I left so sudden and without telling him. I can understand that. What would I have done? We were supposed to be friends, close friends, and friends don't leave without saying bye. I didn't even call or write him afterwards either. I thought I'd get over him better that way. And now I get assigned to this case and have to defand a tall, dark handsome naval aviator. Of course it wasn't Harm, but he looked a lot like him.
And my mind is running full time. I see his smile, that made me turn into a puddle of goo everytime he flashed it. One of his smiles and I'd do anything for him. My mind drifts back further. His muscular body. His smell. I remember the time in Bagdad, where he opened the door shirtless and dragged me into the bathroom, babbeling something about trying the shower. I didn't know what to say and my mind went blank. I swallow hard as this memory makes shivers go through my whole body. Suddenly a well known heat is setteling in my core. It isn't the first time that the thought of Harm does this to me. Though I don't picture us together that often anymore these days. I used to do it a lot when we were still working together. But tonight is definately going to be one of these occasions. I just can't stop it, not that I want to anyways. I slowly start to undress myself and silently pray that my mom won't call me just now. She seems to have a perverted sense of when I'm treating myself and though I try to ignore her 'Meg I know you're at home' messages on my answering machine...
I shudder. This really isn't the right time to think about that. I focus back on Harm. I close my eyes and see him standing here in my bedroom, right in front of me. He's flashing me his gorgeous smile, I bite my lower lip and smile back at him, as he begins to slowly unbutton his dress whites and sways to a soft melody that is audible only by the two of us. I take a deep breath and moan. Yes, that saying about dress whites and gold wings has truth about it. Though Harm looks sexy, no matter what he's wearing. But the less he's wearing, the more sexy he is of course. This makes the Harm of my fantasies continue to undress and he slowly unzips his pants and steps out of shoes and socks. Oh yes, this is satisfying. I wonder, just how satisfying the real thing would be, but right now all I have is this, and I'm going to enjoy that to the max. I lick my lips ans my hands slowly stroke over my body, I imagine that Harm's hands are doing this to me instead of my own. I let them linger on my breasts and message themsoftly, before my thumb graces over my hardened nipples ever so slightly. I stick the forefinger of my other hand into my mouth and wet it.
Now I pay attention to my other nipple and tenderly roll it between thumb and forefinger as I repeat the wetting process with my other hand. My forefingers aren't the only body parts that are wet by now. The wet spot between my legs is itching because I didn't pay enough attention to it yet. I change that right away and let my hand slowly slide down my body. I moan as it reaches my sex. I remember something I read on a webpage once, one about some stupid puritain campaign: God didn't give us genitals for entertainment! A broad grin curves my lips. "Yeah, right." How about for pleasure instead? I definitely do enjoy this. My fingers touch my clit and I moan at the contact. I circle and caress it and I imagine that it is Harm's tongue that is dug deep between my legs. I can't wait any longer and let my forefinger penetrate my wet vulva. I thrust into myself with it a couple of times, before I enter a second finger. My mind replaces my fingers by Harm's cock, which is filling me completely. I don't need long until I come. Shivers run through my body again and I cry out Harm's name as I enjoy my climax. One wave of my orgasm follows the next and I breathe hard as I'm finished. The telephone starts to ring. As usual I ignore it, knowing exactly, who's calling. Instead I let myself fall into the pillows, close my eyes and sigh.
I hear my mom's voice that brings me back to reality again. "Dammit Meg, you can't be out, everytime I try to call you." She slams down the receiver, but I don't care. Maybe I'll call her back tomorrow. Right now I'm going to take a shower. As the hot water is drumming down on me, I realize just how much I miss my expartner. I finally want the real thing, and I don't need long to make a decision. So I step out of my shower and dry myself off a little, before I grab my phone and dial a number that is still branded in my brain, though I shuffle it out for the first time in years. The line is free and my heart is pounding as hard and loud as it possibly could. Before I can regret my decision and slam down the receiver again, a voice answers my call.
"Rabb."
I swallow, it's him, I'm really talking to the real thing now, well, I'm not exactly talking. Again his voice statles me out of my thoughts.
"Hello?"
Suddenly I feel so dumb and don't really know what to say.
"Hiya Harm. This, this is Meg."
***end of part 1***