A/N: A long time in coming. I'm finally getting back into the mood to write about JAG. I've given up hope on any of the powers that be in Hollywood to allow the characters to get together. And the way I see it, we can't have too many Harm and Mac fanfics. Someone has to get it right. And yes, Radiorox, your update this morning inspired me to finally write the scene I've threatened to write for weeks. I figure we need a "Stick it to Mic" day, don't you?
Friends and Lovers
North of Union Station
June 15, 2001
0830 Local
When Mac awoke the following morning, she was surprised to see sunlight streaming through the windows. Her internal clock told her it was well past the time she usually awakened. Most nights, she had insomnia, but she'd never slept so soundly as she had last night.
Of course, she'd never fallen asleep in Harmon Rabb's arms before. Not to mention, they didn't fall asleep until the wee hours of the morning. She looked over at the man sleeping beside her.
Harm. Here. Alive. And she was in his bed.
After years of searching, she finally felt complete. What they shared last night hadn't been just sex. It was lovemaking. Two had become one. Friends had become lovers.
Harm stirred and opened his eyes, smiling when he saw Mac. "Hey."
"Hey, yourself, Sailor."
"What time is it?"
"0947."
"How do you do that?"
"I told you it's a Marine thing." She didn't want to admit he'd thrown her clock out whack during the night.
Harm raised up on one elbow and looked on the nightstand. Of course, Mac was right. She was never off more than a few seconds if that. "We slept this late?"
"As I recall, we didn't do a lot of sleeping."
"Oh, yeah. We didn't did we? Complaining?"
"Not on your life, Flyboy." Mac grimaced as she said the word. "I'm sorry. I hope…"
"That I'll be able to keep my flight status?"
"If that's what you want."
"What I want is never to lose you."
"I promise you no matter what, you'll never lose me."
"I seem to recall we had this conversation before."
"Yeah, we did. But this time, there's no going back." Mac pulled his head toward hers, and their lips met in a fiery kiss. Tongues dueled and hands caressed. Sheets were tossed aside as the two of them joined once again.
Afterward, they lay entwined, their bodies covered in sweat, but neither of them in a hurry to move. Finally, Mac could no longer ignore the rumbling in her stomach.
"Hungry Marine?" Harm teased.
She couldn't help but blush. "Let's say I worked up an appetite."
"Guess I'd better feed you." He swung his legs off the side of the bed. "Want to shower together?"
"If we do that, it'll be another hour or so, and I need food. And you need to keep your strength up. But I will take you up on that shower later. You go first. Then I'll shower." Mac looked at his naked six as he walked to the bathroom. Finally, after all these years, they were free to look and to touch as much as they wanted. As tempted as she was to join him behind those glass bricks, she was content to lay in bed and bask in the memories of last night and their newfound relationship.
Sarah MacKenzie's Apartment
June 15, 2001
2130 Local
"You sure you're okay with staying at my place tonight? I mean, since you haven't been home the last few weeks." Mac asked as they got off the elevator. After (finally) eating lunch, she drove Harm to Andrews to pick up his Lexus. He had followed her back to Georgetown so she could pick up a change of clothes. But between the parking lot and the door, both of them realized they didn't want to take the time to drive back to Union Station.
"This is fine. Besides, you have both a tub and a shower."
Mac cocked an eyebrow. "And just what do you have in mind?"
"Shower first. I don't think I can wait long enough for the tub to fill." Harm pulled her into his arms, and their lips met. Neither of them could get enough of one another.
Mac managed to unlock her apartment door. Once inside, they began to pull and tug and one another's clothing, leaving a trail into the bedroom and bath.
Outside Sarah MacKenzie's Apartment
June 15, 2001
2200 Local
Mic Brumby pulled his car into a vacant spot on the street. He'd driven by several times during the day, hoping to find Sarah home. Finally, her Corvette was parked in front of the building. She must have taken care of whatever family emergency she'd had.
He hadn't tried to call her. It was better to do this in person. Once she had time to think about everything—about the life he'd promised her—he knew she would come around.
Reaching into his pocket to assure the ring was there, he entered the building, then took the elevator to her floor. He knocked softly on the door, in case she was sleeping. It wouldn't do to wake her up and make her angry. This needed to be done right, and if he had to, he would get down on one knee.
There wasn't an answer, so he knocked again. Still no answer. About to give up, he impulsively tried the door and found it unlocked. Mic frowned. It wasn't like Sarah to be careless. Hoping she was okay, he quietly turned the knob and entered her apartment. "Sarah?"
No answer. The room was dark except for a faint light coming from the open bedroom door. Mic made his way toward it, stopping when his foot caught something on the floor. Reaching down, he picked up the object—a bra. That's when he realized the light was coming from the bathroom. Smiling, he continued walking that way. He knew he shouldn't, but the thought of surprising Mac in the shower was more than he could stand. She was his. Once they had a chance to talk, she would come to her senses, and they would be a couple again.
He paused just inside the bedroom door when he heard the water stop. Then he heard a giggle. Sarah giggling? That wasn't like her. Maybe something was wrong. He reached for the light switch and barely had time to see the trail of clothes strewn on the floor when the bathroom door opened to reveal his Sarah wearing only a towel.
She gasped. "Mic, what are you doing here?"
"Sarah, the door was unlocked. I thought something was wrong and I—" His words was cut off by the site of one Harmon Rabb emerging from the bathroom, also wearing only a towel. "What the hell?"