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Coming down from her blissful high, Mac remained oblivious to the amount of water she'd sent over the side until the lack of warm water surrounding her cooling body made her shiver.
"You splashed it out," Harm explained when Mac looked puzzled at the water depth.
Slowly, Mac looked over the side of the tub and cringed when she saw the floor was soaked.
"Oh well," she said with an exaggerated sigh. "At least it was worth it," she added grinning.
"Glad to hear it," Harm whispered into her ear while his hand gently stroked her arm.
"Your fingers are very gifted, Commander," she said, leaning back into him.
"I have many gifted body parts," he responded with a smirk.
"Do you just?" she asked, craning her neck and raising an eyebrow.
"Oh, most definitely," he replied, as he nibbled on her ear lobe.
"Might just have to keep count," she replied, half turning around in the bath so she could caress his face.
Harm's laugh echoed throughout the small tiled room.
"You do that, Mac," he whispered as he leant in to kiss her. "You do that."
When Mac shivered once more, Harm reached down between Mac's feet and pulled the plug from the drain before helping her stand up and standing himself. Stepping out of the tub, Harm grabbed a yellow fluffy towel and wrapped it around himself before grabbing the second one and taking a step closer to Mac. As she held out her hand to take the towel, Harm shook his head and unfolded the towel before taking a corner and silently dabbing gently across Mac's shoulders.
"I can dry myself," she said quietly, not wanting to disturb the silence of the room.
"I know," he replied but continued nonetheless.
As he dropped to one knee to dry Mac's legs, she placed her hands on his shoulders to steady herself, trying to ward of the nerves she felt at him being so close.
"God, you're so beautiful," he declared before placing a string of kisses across her abdomen. "You know that, right?" he questioned, trailing a line back in the opposite direction.
When he received no reply, Harm looked up to find Mac barely breathing with her eyes tightly shut. Standing up once more, Harm wrapped her towel and his arms around her before kissing her forehead and nose and lips.
"Breathe, gorgeous," he instructed quietly as he gently kissed her eyes.
"I am," she all but mouthed, her voice disappearing.
"Are you scared of me?" he asked as he felt her heart pound hard against their joined chests.
"Never," she replied, wrapping her arms around his waist.
"Then what?" he whispered, reaching up to push her damp locks from her face.
"Just thinking," she replied, tilting her head and studying him.
"Of what?" he asked, holding her gaze.
"You realise what this is?" she asked, nodding towards the bedroom and Harm shook his head. "It's our last first time. I know you're it for me, Harm. I've always known it."
"And you're it for me, Mac," he replied, kissing her cheek.
"And you're sure?" she questioned, she believed him, honestly she did. However, a part of the barricade she had put up all those years ago to protect herself still remained deep in the vestiges of her heart.
"Absolutely and unequivocally positive," he answered firmly. "And since this is our last first time ... and since there will never, ever, be anyone else for me but you... there's something I've wanted to ask you..."
Dropping down to one knee once more, Harm took her hands in his kissed them before looking up into the teary brown eyes.
"Harm, you don't..." she began but he reached up and placed his finger on his lips.
"Yes, I do," he said, before pulling him closer to her. In all his dreams, real and nocturnal, Mac was never just someone he was seeing, nor had she ever been his girlfriend. She was simply his – his partner, his fiancée, his wife. "You, my beautiful, beautiful Sarah are the absolute love of my life. Would you please do me the honour of allowing me to be your husband?" he asked as glistening tears trickled down his face.
"Of course," she replied, bringing her hands up to frame his face. "I love you completely, Harm – with all my heart, with all my soul. For now and evermore."
Leaning down, Mac gently brushed her lips against his before whispering her love for him over and over again. Struggling to get to his feet once more, with his lips still attached to the woman who was now his fiancée, Harm gripped the towel rail to help him.
In a sweeping motion, Harm scooped Mac up and kissed her once more.
"What are you doing?" she asked as he manoeuvred her through the doorway.
"Carrying you over the threshold," he answered before kissing her once more. "This is the first day of the rest of our lives so we are going to do this right."
"If you insist," she said, relaxing into his arms.
As he neared the bed, Mac leant over and pulled the covers back before Harm gently laid her on the mattress. Leaning down, Harm untucked Mac's towel and unwrapped it from her body, depositing it on the floor.
"You're so perfect," he whispered as his eyes wandered over her body.
"So are you," she replied before unhooking his towel and leaving it on the floor next to hers.
"Are you ready?" he asked, crawling onto the bed and hovering over her.
"More than," she replied, running her hand up his arms and around his neck.
Deep under the covers, Harm made it his mission to explore every inch of her amazing body. Using his mouth and tongue he undertook his duty seriously and kissed, licked and sucked his way around her body leaving Mac tingling and desperate for something more than just his mouth. Trying to grab his attention, Mac ended up taking hold of his ears and bringing him up from the depths of her bed.
"Need something?" he asked, a goofy grin across his face.
"You," she replied, sinking further down into the bed.
"I'm with you, gorgeous," he said with a smirk.
"No, I want you right here, right now," she said, pulling him down onto her and firmly cupping his butt with her hands.
"Any last words?" he asked, stalling for time as his heart rate hit 150.
"Be good," she said with a smirk.
Repositioning himself, Harm pushed himself up on locked arms to save from squashing Mac into the mattress.
"What's wrong?" she asked when his face changed from a look of love to one of panic.
"Shit! I'm sorry, Mac," he apologised, rolling to the side of her before propping himself up on one elbow.
"What's wrong?" she repeated, mirroring his position before caressing his face.
"I'm not prepared..." he began.
"It's okay," she interrupted, cupping his cheek. "We don't have to do this until you're ready..."
For a few moments Harm looked at her, puzzlement across his face. What did she mean until he was ready? Clearly he was ready now. Then it dawned on him.
"Oh, I'm ready, I think that's obvious," he said, grinning at her.
"But you said..." she started before he laughed. "What?"
Leaning across, Harm kissed her forehead, his smile still in place.
"I meant prepared as in protection wise," he explained, running his hand over her hip and down her thigh. "I never anticipated this turn of events this weekend..."
"Oh," Mac replied before giggling. "Well, Harmon," she continued before pushing him onto his back and climbing on top of him. "Since we agreed we'd like to have a baby, don't you think a condom would be irrelevant?"
"Oh," he echoed. "I see your point, Mac," he said as she leant down to kiss him. "I just wanted to make sure you didn't ... that you realised I didn't just expect you... that I..."
"I trust you," she whispered, providing the words he needed to hear.
"So, where were we?" he asked, flipping them back over before recommencing his exploration of her body.
"Stop!" she ordered and he did immediately.
"What's wrong?" he asked, peeking up sheepishly.
"You, me, now!" she all but commanded, wrapping her legs around his waist and keeping him in the position she desperately needed him to be.
"Don't you like..." he began.
"Yes, but it's foreplay," she said, her hands locking behind his neck.
"I just thought..." he tried again.
"We've had a decade of foreplay," she explained, pulling him closer. "Now, for the rest of it."
"Anything you say, gorgeous."
For several long moments Harm gazed down at Mac. After ten years this was it, he was going to make love with Mac. Quickly, he offered a silent prayer that he'd be everything she imagined; she was already everything he'd imagined, everything he ever wanted, everything he'd ever need.
"Now!" He heard her whisper and he nodded his head, now it was.
Positioning himself at her entrance, Harm leant down and kissed her slowly and loving before slowly thrusting up and burying himself within her. Giving them both a couple of precious moments to get used to the incredible flood of emotions sweeping through them, Harm kept still until Mac writhed underneath him and let him know she was more than ready to continue.
Long, languid movements and each of Harm's thrusts were met by Mac's as she allowed herself to succumb to the blissful oblivion Harm was creating. Knowing it wouldn't take long to reach her climax, Mac tried to fight it off, wanting this, their first time to last forever or at least as long as possible. And three minutes and thirty eight seconds was not nearly long enough.
"Don't wait for me," Harm whispered before sucking on her earlobe.
"Wanna," Mac moaned as his thumb caressed her nipple.
"Don't," he repeated, more than please it was him having this effect on Mac.
"Wanna," she repeated but it was only a whimper as Harm's fingers moved between them and forced the issue.
Breathing hard, Mac tried to bring herself down from her second Harm created high which she was finding incredibly difficult as the man continued with his actions, not giving her any chance to relax. She had barely been able to focus her gaze on him before she felt another orgasm building within her once more. Wanting Harm to experience just one iota of the amazing feelings inundating her, Mac encouraged him to roll back so she could show him just what she was feeling.
Disappearing under the covers, Mac decided to create the route Harm had taken on her on his own body and couldn't help but smile every time he shuddered at her touch. As her nails raked along his length, Harm groaned and tugged her back up to him. He knew if Mac used her mouth again anywhere below his bellybutton he'd be done for.
"Please!" he whispered when he caught her eyes and Mac knew exactly what he was pleading for. Leisurely she crawled up his body before stopping straddled across his midriff. Harm's large, gentle hands sat on her hips before slowly helping her lift up and settle on him.
Moaning involuntarily at the overwhelming sensation of Harm reaching depths which had never before been reached, Mac momentarily forgot this little scene was about what she could do for him, not vice versa. Eventually moving, with Harm's help and encouragement, Mac rocked on him, using every muscle in her being to delight and distract him.
Knowing he was close, Mac never faltered in her actions. Each movement, each caress, each kiss an act of absolute love as he lay beneath her allowing her full reign over his body, his heart, his life.
"Love you," she whispered before laying atop him and bringing him to the brink.
"Love you, Maa..." he began before she sent him over the edge into a blissful oblivion, quickly following herself.
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