Title : Finally

Author : Jaggie 107

Disclaimer : JAG characters belong to DPB, CBS and Paramount – and I hope all parties will allow me to have fun for a little while, and replace them all when I'm done. Thank you.

Summary : Mac makes her choice…

Spoilers : Set in Season 10, but AU. Shippery, of course (why else do I write?).

Rating : Up to M, to be safe. Feel free to use your imagination!

Thanks to : alboppy – bluejay65 – aserene – froggy0319 – jessica915 – judy52sa – jtbwriter – TV Angel 711 – iflynavyusa85 for their wonderful reviews!

"If you don't want that, then tell me now, and I'll walk away."

An Alley Behind Benzinger's Bar

Mac watched the coldness of Harm's gaze give way to the passion she was used to seeing in his stormy, sea-colored eyes. His words were sinking in slowly, and with the understanding she gained from them she smiled up at him, her lips quivering with both the emotion, and the cold of the night air.

"Harm…" was all she could manage before their lips met for the second time that night, but this was no aggressive act on her part. It was an affirmation of what was happening now, and about to happen soon in a more physical expression of their emotions.

"You haven't told me what you want, Sarah…" Although he believed he knew what Mac wanted, Harm desperately needed to hear her say the words too.

"You, Harm…" Mac's voice was strong, despite the tears, and Harm pulled her up against him in a longer, more passionate kiss at her words. "I love you," she had mumbled against his lips as she leaned in to his body, and felt his physical reaction just as she felt her own. Their minds may have finally got the words right, in the right order, and said to the right person, but their bodies were way ahead of the game!

"I think we need to take this someplace else," Harm murmured against Mac's lips, breaking for need of breathing, at least temporarily. In so doing, he realized that although he hadn't wanted a quick coupling with Mac in an alley, at the rate their bodies were taking over, it might well end that way anyhow!

"Ah…okay…my place…nearer…" Mac's response was disjointed, and her mouth was still seeking his, wanting more of the mind-blowing kisses she knew he was capable of.

"Where are your keys?" Harm's words penetrated the fog of passion in her mind, and Mac stepped back to look up at him. His expression showed that he knew exactly what she was thinking. He smiled as he answered.

"I had one swig of the whisky, Mac. I haven't touched another drop of alcohol all night."

Unlike Clayton, who had begun to hide his extensive drinking from her, Mac had no reason to doubt Harm's words. Putting her hand in a pocket she withdrew the keys to her car.

"You break it, you die," she warned him, but the laughter in her voice belied her threat, and Harm grinned back at her.

"So long as I get to drive the car first, I'll die happy," he countered, and Mac shook her head.

"Oh, no, Harmon Rabb. You can die happy after we've made love."

"You'll let me live that long?" Harm joked, and Mac punched his arm.

"Home. Now." Mac ordered huskily, and Harm nodded, no more words needed. Holding the passenger door for Mac, he made sure she was seated and then he walked around the bonnet of her Corvette and slid into the driver's seat. Leaning over to help her fasten her seatbelt, he leaned a little further and kissed her. It was only meant to be a taste, but as Harm was fast discovering, a 'taste' of Sarah Mackenzie was not enough. He wanted all of her, all the time!

"Harm?" Mac managed to murmur against Harm's lips, and he nodded to let her know he had heard her, but he wasn't ready to give up their kiss yet. "Harm, you need to drive us home, or we're going to be charged with lewd behavior in a parked vehicle!"

"I'm only kissing you, Sarah…" Harm protested, but he lifted his head at Mac's immediate response, and she smiled in acknowledgement.

"Yeah, but that's not only what I'm doing to you," she responded, and both of them looked down at the fly of his pants, which was now unfastened.

"How did that happen, Marine?" Harm put on his best interrogative voice, and Mac gave him a lop-sided smile.

"Oops," was all she said as she gave him her most innocent look.

Watching her eyes darken as he leaned back and zipped himself up, Harm put the keys in the ignition and started the car. Mac closed her eyes on a low groan and Harm realized she was all but having an orgasm right there in her seat! This was something he just had to explore and with a quick touch to the accelerator pedal the engine growled again, and again Mac squirmed in her seat.

"Harm, please…drive!" Mac was begging now, and Harm obliged, pulling the Corvette into the street and turning towards Georgetown, and her apartment.

Once in Mac's parking space, Harm stopped the engine and climbed out of the car. His pants were already restrictive, and if he didn't get inside the apartment soon – better still, inside Mac – he would burst. Managing to walk around to Mac's door he opened it and put a hand in for her to hold as she climbed out beside him. In silence they walked toward the building, and decided to take the elevator. It would be too long, and too painful (in Harm's case), to take the stairs. As they reached Mac's door she moved to pull out her door key, but Harm was already ahead of her, and his copy of her key was in the lock and turned before she could even find her own key! They both entered the apartment, and Harm pushed the door closed behind them, but made no other movement.

Mac dropped her jacket over the back of a nearby chair and turned to face him. There was a small light on near the couch, but that was the only illumination in the room, and it threw a shadow over Mac, so all he was aware of was the burning intensity of her eyes.

"Harm…"

"Sarah…"

They spoke at the same time, and then the uncertain moment was over and they were in each other's arms. Neither one would have been able to say with absolute conviction who made the first move. It didn't matter anyway. Now they were together.

From the soft mewls of pleasure when Harm touched and kissed her, to the deep murmurs he made when Mac returned the touches and kisses, they made discoveries about each other. Over the years that they had spent time together they had learned certain things about each other; for Mac it was the wonderful kisses Harm bestowed on her, for Harm it was the softness of her skin, wherever he touched her.

The trail of clothes began from the hallway and ran into Mac's bedroom. Inside the room the two were stood beside the bed, down to their underwear, and suddenly Mac giggled.

"You're giggling," Harm said conversationally, and Mac could do nothing to stop the unladylike snort as she tried to stop. With her hand over her mouth she looked wide-eyed at him. Here they were, stood in their underwear, about to…to…and she was almost breaking down in hysterical laughter! Mac took a deep breath, and composed herself, dropping her head and closing her eyes.

"Sarah, look at me…" Harm murmured softly. When there was no immediate reaction he put a hand under Mac's chin and tipped her face up to his. "…please," he added, and Mac opened her eyes.

"I…I'm not usually…this…I don't know why I'm so nervous…" she whispered, but Harm put a finger to her lips.

"I'm nervous too," he admitted, and that got Mac's attention.

"You are?"

"Yeah." Harm pulled Mac down to sit on the bed beside him, and she followed his movements, sitting close to him, waiting for his next move. She didn't have to wait long.

"I've had…dreams about you, Sarah." Harm watched for any reaction from Mac. All she did was open her mouth a little, emit a small sigh. "I…ah…never dreamed that the reality would throw every illusion out the window. You are the most amazing woman, and I'm frightened that if I get this wrong, I'll lose you forever. Maybe that's why I've never made a real move before."

"That's what's stopped me, too, Harm," Mac answered him, softly, and then she crossed the line, leaning in and kissing him. It was like striking a match. Sparks flew. Then a sudden incandescence, and the flame grew.

Mac was fast losing her hold on reality. Harm had removed her bra already, and had lavished attention on her breasts, all but worshipping the dusky nipples that contrasted with her olive skin. Now he was on the move, down her body, pulling the sides of her thong panties along with him until they rested near her ankles and then he slipped them over her feet and tossed them who-knows-where. Tomorrow. She'd find them tomorrow. That's if she ever recovered from…what was Harm doing?

Mac felt a white hot wave shoot through her from top to toe, and the resulting sensation was one of warmth and an unbearable feeling that made her want to weep. Whatever Harm had done had made her orgasm, and she hadn't even felt the build-up. Hell, she hadn't even had an orgasm in a long time, even with…no, no-one else! This is about Harm…just Harm, forever. If this was the start of their relationship, thought Mac, forever might not be long enough to explore all the other sensations Harm could create for her. And she hadn't even started on him yet!

"Ooh, that was sneaky, sailor," Mac murmured when she found her voice once more. Harm looked up from his position down the bed, a grin on his face that could only be described as smug.

"You like?"

"I love…" replied Mac, purring at him, and Harm found it an erotic sound that had him twitching in response. He was still wearing his boxers, and Mac noticed this fact also. "One of us is a little overdressed, hm?" Moving with a feline grace into a sitting position and then onto her knees, Mac made a move to push Harm down so that she could remove his underwear, which was achieved with more purring, and a delighted squeal when she found her target. Harm indulged her actions with an amused smile but when Mac began to stroke the exposed skin he pulled her up to him, covering her mouth with his. Mac made a sound of disappointment, but then Harm moved his mouth to her earlobe, licking the lobe and whispering in her ear.

"I need to be inside you, now!" The words dispelled the disappointment as Mac nodded assent, and moved to lie under Harm. It was a surprise when, instead, he moved his own body beneath hers. Mac raised her eyebrows, but sensations were building again and she looked straight into his eyes, his very soul, when she positioned herself above him and sank down on him, filling herself with the length of him. In all honesty, when she had first seen Harm naked, she had wondered if they would fit together, if she would be able to take him all in. The reality was enough to dispel her fears. They were a perfect fit.

Harm watched Mac's expressive face as she took his length into her body, to the hilt, and as she adjusted to the sensations she was feeling he lifted his hips just the slightest.

Mac couldn't help the hiss of pleasure that she emitted as she felt Harm move inside her. Leaning down she brushed her lips against Harm's and felt her breasts brush against the hair on his chest.

When she pulled back, just the slightest, he objected, following her lips up to kiss her again, and Mac had the strangest feeling of déjà vu, but she couldn't hold onto the thought long enough to recall it fully. Not when Harm was doing things to her that ought to be illegal! As he was pushed up on one elbow, his mouth fastened securely to hers, the fingers of his other hand had searched for, and found, the sensitive spot that caused her to shudder violently when he rubbed the pad of his thumb over the wet flesh.

"Ohmigod! Oh…" Mac tore her mouth away from Harm's, long enough to take a deep breath, let out her cries of ecstasy in a rush, and fasten her lips on his again, eager for more! "I can't believe you made me come twice already!" Mac managed to utter finally, when the shudders eased to a gentle throbbing, and Harm chose that moment to switch places, and to begin drawing his length out of her. "Where're you goin'?" Mac muttered, eyes closed, but aware of the loss of him deep inside her.

"Nowhere, sweetheart…I'm right here." Harm's reassurance was enforced by the sudden thrust back into her, and Mac arched her back to get more of his length into her body, before he drew back once more. When his lips found and fastened to her left breast, his teeth scraping lightly against her engorged nipple, Mac felt the tremors begin again inside her, and she shook her head from side to side, although her hands still held his head to her, unwilling to let go of the very torment that was bringing on another orgasm.

"Please…ooh….Harm, please….!"

"What do you want, Sarah?"

"You…" Mac managed to hiss as Harm fed his length back into the warmth of her body, and this time she also remembered to bring her legs up around his waist, ankles crossing to lock his body to hers. "Coming…" she muttered, lifting his head from her breast and looking hazily into his eyes. Harm grinned at her dazed expression, just before Mac squeezed him internally, her muscles strengthened by exercise. At that moment, Harm ceased to think and the groan that rose from his throat made her smile. So, she'd surprised him once more! It wouldn't be the last time that either of them took the other by surprise, she was sure…but it felt empowering to know that she could send Harm over the edge! This time, however, she was going to go with him.

Harm's body fed into hers as she milked every last drop of him. When he tried to move off her she countered him, lifting his head from where it rested on her breast.

"I'm heavy," he protested, but the smile on her face delayed further movement. That and the fact that she kept her ankles crossed, denying him release from his position above her, or of his softening length out of her.

"Not yet, Harm…I want to keep you in me…"

"And I want to stay in you, sweetheart, but we didn't use protection…at least, I didn't…"

"It's okay, really!" Mac nodded her head, and the look on her face told Harm that everything was all right. Mac uncrossed her ankles, and Harm slid to his side on the bed, but he took Mac with him, their bodies still joined intimately. Mac was amazed that she could still feel Harm inside her; that even softening, his length was impressive.

For endless minutes they lay, waiting while their breathing returned to a semblance of normality, filling in the time with featherlike kisses over faces and necks, taking turns to give and receive the caresses.

Mac broke the silence first, and Harm let her talk, without interruption.

"You know what the doctors said, about my getting pregnant without IVF. It's near impossible. I don't want to use protection with you, not when I can feel you inside me…" The last few words were Harm's undoing and Mac stopped speaking as she felt him growing again, hardening against her insides. "Harm?"

"Hmm?" Harm responded, a wicked gleam in his eyes as he realized just how much his quickening arousal was having an effect on Mac. Her breathing seemed to be erratic, and her cheeks were becoming flushed. As she felt him fill her once more, Mac looked up at him with heavy lids.

"I…er…can't think…don't know…Harm?"

"What, Sarah?"

"Can we? Do this again? So soon?"

"I seem to be doing the right things so far," Harm grinned, and Mac leaned up to bite his shoulder playfully, licking the hurt away with her tongue as she gave a throaty chuckle against his skin. "Not bad for an old man, huh?" Harm added, leaning in to suck on one nipple. Mac squealed, and then found her voice enough to answer him.

"Hey! Don't insult the man I love! Less of the old, hm? I prefer 'mature'…"

"Oh, yeah?" Harm pulled back from her depths a little. Mac groaned.

"Yeah," she countered, and then lifted her hips to his as he pushed back into her. With no obvious sign from either of them, they began their own special dance once more.

Harm's last conscious thought was the hope that somehow another miracle had occurred, and Mac had conceived the very first time between them.

Mac's last conscious thought was of the hope that somehow the doctors were wrong, and she wouldn't need IVF to conceive.

To be continued