Inspired by: JAG - SEASON 03 - EPISODE 14 - "FATHER'S DAY"
Set in the Year 2004
Lieutenant Harley Steele is 28 years old.
Commander Harmon Rabb Jr is 41.
0409 ZULU
TREETOP INN
FAYETTEVILLE, NC
"Jesus Christ, Bud!" Commander Harmon Rabb Jr exclaimed in an irritated whisper after Lieutenant Bud Roberts changed sleeping positions for the umpteenth time.
"Sorry sir, I just can't seem to get comfortable." Bud apologized, his cheeks reddening.
"I think I'll go for a walk, ah," Harm sat up and pulled on his Navy sweatshirt. "Let you settle down a bit."
"Sorry, Sir." Bud stared at the ceiling.
Harm gave him a small smile. "You best be asleep by the time I get back lieutenant, "Just before he closed the door he added, "That's an order."
Harm shook his head and slumped against the door for a moment. It was just past 0400 and he desperately needed some sleep. He pushed off the door and started down the hallway.
"Commander?" Lieutenant Harley Steele asked quietly, key in hand.
Harm spun around at the sound of her voice. "Lieutenant," Harm acknowledged, a silly grin spreading over his face. The strawberry blonde aviator opposite him had obviously just come in from a run. He quickly choked his grin down behind his fist.
"Something wrong with your room, Sir?" Harley asked, nodding to the closed door he stood in front of.
"Ah, well," Harm chuckled, feeling his cheeks heat a little. "Lieutenant Roberts and I are bunking together and there's just one bed." He palmed the back of his neck. "I'm, uh, taking a walk in hopes that Bud will be asleep when I get back."
Harley's eyes widened. "I'm sorry, Sir." Then her eyes lit up with an idea. "Would you like to hang out in my room, Sir?" Harm started to shake his head in protest. "There's a nice sofa and a TV. I think there might even be a mini bar." She explained, bumping the door open with her shoulder.
Harm took a step forward despite his reservations and peeked a head into her room. It was definitely an upgrade from the room he'd been able to snag with Bud.
"I'm gonna grab a quick shower," Harley explained, heading for the bathroom. "Make yourself at home, Commander."
"H-harm." He insisted, coming into the room. The door swung softly shut behind him. "Call me Harm."
"Harm," Harley grinned, "I guess then it's only fair you call me Harley, eh?" She winked.
"Okay," Harm nodded, taking a subconscious step towards her, "Harley."
The sound of her first name from his lips made her stomach flip. The look in his eyes took her breath away. "Why don't you raid the mini bar while I freshen up?" Harley suggested before disappearing into the bathroom. She leaned against the door once it was shut and took a deep breath. She always thought that Harm and Mac were together, even though they always presented themselves professionally. From the way he was just looking at her, she'd bet her wings that he wanted to take a tumble with her just as badly as she wanted to with him.
Harm swallowed and forced himself to turn away from the now closed bathroom door and shuffle towards the mini bar. Instead of opening the liquor cabinet, he settled on the couch, stretching out on its soft surface.
After a quick shower, Harley emerged from the bathroom in a fresh pair of cropped sweatpants and a tank top. She bit her lip to contain the giggle in her throat at the sight of big bad Commander Harmon Rabb Jr curled up on her sofa, fast asleep. She crossed the room and peered into the fridge.
Harm must've been sleeping lightly because he startled awake at the sound of the mini fridge clicking shut. He sat up, slowly blinking against the dim light of the lamp by the door.
"At ease, Commander." Harley quipped, crossing the room to settle on the sofa next to him, empty handed. Nothing had tickled her fancy in the fridge, plus they had court in the morning. She moved to step over Harm's bent legs, but caught her toe on his knee, sending her straight into his lap. Her hands hit the back of the sofa and she almost bumped noses with him.
Harm's breath caught with Harley's sudden nearness. He bit back a groan as her knee came into contact with his groin as she slid down his lap to straddle his left thigh. They nearly bumped noses and out of instinct, his hand threaded into her hair to cradle the back of her head while his other caught her hip.
Harley's chest heaved with Harm's nearness, breathing in his musky, fresh washed scent. He must've taken a shower to calm down for sleep too. She felt frozen, unable to get herself to move away from him. She'd wanted to get this close to him for awhile now. Now that she was literally nose to nose with him, it was like her brain evaporated.
Harm didn't want to scare this stunning, beautiful creature away from his grasp. He'd been denying getting close to this woman for awhile. She was younger, 13 years his junior. He didn't understand being drawn to her, other than she had what people would call an "old soul." Now she practically fell into his lap. He tightened his grip on her hair slightly, pulling her face closer to his. Her eyes flitted closed at the change in his touch.
"Harley," Harm murmured, "Look at me." He commanded softly, his fingers massaging her scalp.
Harley took a ragged breath and opened her eyes. She was first struck by the hooded hazel gaze staring back at her, second she realized he wasn't forcing her away, he was pulling her closer. "Harm," Harley breathed, letting herself relax in his embrace.
Harm studied her for a moment then inched closer. "This okay?" He asked, barely a whisper.
Harley smirked, "Very." She sighed, giving him a pretty pout. She opened her mouth to say something else but was cut off by Harm's lips crashing against hers. This was definitely not what she imagined kissing the Commander would be like. He was usually formidable in the courtroom, but always so gentle one on one. She'd pictured gentle, soft caresses, not this fierce onslaught from him. Her hands left the sofa to grip his shoulders.
Harm was losing himself in the way she responded to him and didn't shrink away. When he'd kissed some women, they'd shrink away at his forcefulness. Harley held fast, a soft moan escaping her throat when their tongues touched. His hand left her hip to palm her ass, grinding her core against his thigh.
Sensation washed over Harley in waves when Harm pulled her closer and his sweatpants bunching did delicious things to her aching core. She gasped into his mouth, causing him to pull back a little, to look into her eyes. If he wasn't imagining things, the alluring woman in his arms was very aroused right now. He moved the thigh she was straddling, grinding the ridge of his pants into her.
"Harm," Harley panted, head lolling back.
Bingo. Harm smirked, moving his thigh again, as he slid his lips along her jaw to her throat. Harley moaned, her grip tightening on his shoulders. Harm's lips twitched, he moved under her curtain of hair to her ear. "You like that, Lieutenant Steele?"
Harley giggled at the use of her formal title, "Mmmhmm." She hummed, hand sliding from his shoulder to rest on his chest.
Harm chuckled, lips still at her ear, "You wanna ride my thigh, like a naughty-"
Harley caught off his dirty talk with her lips, drawing a groan from Harm's chest. She shifted again, grinding against him, a frustrated growl on her lips."While this is nice," She purred against his lips, before leaning further forward, "I'd like to ride that fine cock of yours, instead, Commander." She murmured hotly in his ear as her palm slid down his chest to his lap. Her fingertips toyed with the waistband of his sweatpants, causing him to jump at the skin to skin contact, his hand left her hair to cover her hand of exploration.
Harm didn't expect the Lieutenant to be so bold. Of course, he'd hoped she would be enthusiastic, but he didn't expect her to literally grab him. "Easy there," Harm murmured. "You sure about this?" He asked, smoothing her hair away from her face to look her in the eye.
The uncertainty dwelling in his eyes struck a chord in her. Did he think she was sleeping with him to get special treatment? He was technically only 1 rank above her. They were both pilots, grounded for different reasons. First his night blindness, then after that was dealt with, his sense of duty, and her vertigo. "Are you not?" Harley asked, giving him a grin of reassurance. Harm might be 13 years older than her, but being with him she didn't feel the age gap. He treated her like an equal, not some young thing vying for his attention. Probably helped she was a military brat just like him, and she also flew fighter planes to boot. She was approaching thirty, so she wasn't some inexperienced trollop.
Harm pursed his lips. No, he wasn't sure he'd survive this encounter. Harley Steele had literally come crashing into his life (She'd slid into his beloved corvette in the parking lot on her motorcycle, that was a tale for another time.) and made him question everything he thought he knew about relationships. They'd become fast friends, despite the age gap. He first thought of himself as her mentor. Then he'd witnessed her stand up to a client who wouldn't admit his guilt and he was struck with what a force of nature she was. He came to realize that despite her age, Harley Steele was a woman to be reckoned with.
She'd just graduated top of the class from TOPGUN when vertigo had grounded her. Doctor's were baffled by her symptoms and she was equally frustrated by it. They were still running tests and trying different medications to get her back into the air. In the meantime, she was seriously considering becoming a lawyer if flying was no longer an option, so she'd been assigned by her CO to the JAG core.
Even Mac had commented on their friendship, saying she was happy for him. He thought maybe she was a little jealous that Harley had replaced her on late night Thai runs and weekend plane rides. He'd even visited Harley's parent's ranch and ridden horses with her. Things between them were serious, they had just not gotten physical yet. He'd kissed her a few times, but He'd pulled back. He'd wanted to be as respectful about that as possible, given their age gap. He didn't want her to think he was taking advantage of her, he'd never do that. He cared for her too much.
He'd also screwed up royally with Mac. They were still friends and had been through a lot, but he never seemed to be able to communicate his feelings clearly enough for her. She wanted to be dominated, taken care of, someone to sacrifice for her. He wanted a partner, someone that had their own life, was okay with him having his and wanted to make those lives come together.
"Harm?" Harley asked in a small voice, her arousal cooling. She wondered if Harm was thinking of Mac. He'd recently told her that Mac was the only person he'd really ever fallen in love with. Things with Mac were complicated. Harley wanted to provide something meaningful to Harm's life. Having him with her this past year, quite literally saved her life.
Harm took a quick breath and refocused on her face, flashing a signature panty dropping grin, "Sorry," He scoffed, "I guess I'm just making sure this is a good next step for us."
Harley's head cocked to the side, "Us?"
Harm swallowed. He didn't know what to do here. Of course he was attracted to Harley, he just didn't want her to regret being with him physically. He enjoyed their friendship too much. "If we do this, I don't want it to change our friendship." He confessed, not quite meeting her eyes.
Harley bit her lip. She'd really hit the jackpot with a man of honor it seemed. "Well," She smiled coyly, "I know having sex will change our relationship," Harm opened his mouth to say something but Harley stopped him pointer finger. "However," she continued, "I think it will change for the better."
Harm's eyes widened, did he hear her right? She seemed to be all in for taking this next step. "People will talk." He warned, his hand delving back into her hair.
Harley rolled her eyes, "They already do." She gave him a pretty pout. "We could make the rumors true." She suggested with a sly grin, shifting in his lap a little.
"Hmmm." Harm thought, bringing her closer again. "Now, what was that bit about you riding-" He was cut off by Harley's fingers wrapping themselves around his cock through his sweatpants. He groaned, eyes rolling back in his head for a moment.
"This?' She teased, slipping her fingers beneath his waistband and under his boxers.
Harm came back to himself as they touched skin to skin. Two could play that game. He moved his hands to her hips and slid one hand down to cup her ass while the other slid under her tank top, smoothing over her skin. His thumb brushed the underside of her breast and she jumped, but settled quickly back against his thigh. He moved his thigh to grind into her core and she was lost.
Harley was slowly losing touch with reality. It was too good to be true that she was sitting in Harm's lap, stroking his cock. She'd dreamt of this moment and she wasn't going to let this be a one time thing. "I can't wait to get you inside me," Harley panted, lips at his ear. His mouth left her shoulder to return fire.
"I want you, Lee." He murmured hotly into her ear, hand finally encasing her bare breast. He turned his head to capture her mouth with his own. Their kisses grew more intense as did their caresses. Harm rid her of her tank top and she stepped out of her sweatpants. Harm's shirt came off next and his sweatpants and boxers were pulled down towards his ankles. Harley left his lap only for a moment to rifle through her go bag for a condom.
"You always carry those?" Harm teased, grateful one of them had thought ahead to the possibility of this moment.
"Um," Harley took a deep breath, settling back on his lap after stepping out of her panties. "I-I knew we'd be on assignment t-together so…."
Harm sat up a little straighter, "Did you plan for this?" He asked, watching her squirm.
"N-no!" Harley exclaimed, then she shrugged, opening the foil packet. "I just hoped." She flashed him a bright smile, feeling her cheeks heat.
Before he could change his mind, she was rolling the rubber onto him and lining herself up to sink down onto him. Instead of just straddling one thigh this time, she straddled his hips, hand resting on this shoulder, the other gripping him gently, positioning him at a desirable angle. Harm's hands circled her hips, giving her support. She leaned forward and kissed him softly, popping him into her entrance. She let go and slowly settled down into his lap, hands going to his shoulders. And just like that, he was settled inside her warm, wet, heat.
Harm groaned into Harley's mouth, hands smoothing down her hips to grip her ass. Being inside her was even better than he'd imagined. He kissed along her jaw, one hand coming up to smooth her hair away from her ear. "You feel so good, Lee." he praised, "like a dream." He thrust his hips up, expressing his desire for her.
Harley bit her lip to keep from crying out. Having Harm inside her was absolutely incredible. She rose up and slowly came back down, relishing the feel of them together. After a few moments she established a slow rhythm, pressing her mouth to Harm's shoulder to quiet her cries of pleasure.
Harm guided her mouth back to his, cradling the back of her head with one hand while the other held onto her hip, helping her maintain a pleasurable rhythm. He lifted his hips to meet her descent and a groan ripped through her chest. "Like that?" He questioned, dipping his head to kiss down along her collarbone.
Harley swallowed hard and nodded, "Yes," she whispered breathlessly. "Harder."
Harm's head came up at the request. His lips twitched as a grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Ma'am, yes, ma'am." He quipped, pushing off the couch to stand up. He held her close against him and helped her wrap her legs around his waist. He took two steps and deposited her in the bed.
Harley reached out for Harm as he laid her out on the bed. His hands roamed her torso and palmed her breasts. Then he threaded his fingers with hers and held her hands down. "Let me get a look at you." God, she was beautiful. Definitely more beautiful than any woman had a right to be. She was a distance runner, so her body was toned. Her hips flared from her waist in a lovely roundness that made him hard just thinking about it. Her breasts were firm and full, perfect for his palms.
"Harm," Harley gasped, hips writhing against the sheets.
"I got you, Lee." He crooned, sliding on the bed between her thighs. He sheathed himself in her heat and relished the feeling. "Even better the second time," he murmured, beginning to thrust in and out of her.
Harley's eyes fluttered closed at the change of angle. This was deeper and had much more force than their previous coupling.
Harm lifted Harley's legs so her ankles were on his shoulders. He picked up his pace and reached down to loosely rest his hand on her neck so he could cover her mouth if needed. He had a feeling she was a screamer. Considering they were surrounded by military personnel, they needed to be discreet. He used his other hand to stroke and circle her clit.
"H-Harder." Harley's hand came up to guide Harm's at her folds. "Tap, t-the underside." She instructed breathlessly.
Harm swallowed, focusing on touching her the way she liked. It wasn't too often a woman would tell you how to touch her. "Like this?" He asked, trying to comply with her instructions.
Harley bit her lip and nodded. "Mmmm." She moaned, "Just like that."
Harm smirked, continuing to touch her while making sure his thrusts were hard enough. She seemed to like it on the rougher side.
"I-I'm s-so c-close." Harley stammered, no longer able to keep her eyes open.
Harm stayed the course and after a few moments, he covered her mouth as she came, gloriously all over his cock. Without slowing his pace, he dropped her legs down and leaned over to kiss her mouth.
Harley came back to herself just in time to see Harm fall apart above her, his rhythm stuttered as he buried his mouth in her throat to mask his cry of release.
To save her from being crushed by his weight, he withdrew and turned to his back, pulling her into his arms, pillowing her head on his chest.
Harley tried to contain the rush of emotion that threatened to overwhelm her. She admired Harm greatly, and to have been this close to him was almost too much. A soft sob escaped her lips before she could stifle it with her hand.
Harm leaned up on a elbow to look at Harley's face. He was surprised to see her in tears. "What is it, Lee?"
Harley swallowed, jumping a little when Harm moved to kiss away her tears. "I-I'm s-sorry." She stammered.
"Don't be." Harm assured her, "I feel it too." He admitted softly, leaning closer to kiss her lips.
Harley threaded her fingers into his hair, holding him close to her. He released her mouth and she locked eyes with him, tears forgotten. "We've got court in a few hours." She groaned, glancing at the clock behind his head on the TV stand. "Feeling sleepy now, Commander?" She quipped biting her lip.
"You mind if I hunker down here?" He asked. "I'll tell Bud that another room opened up."
Harley swallowed hard, he was asking to stay? Was this real life? "Uh, sure. Yeah." She stammered, biting her lip, giving him a nod.
Harm sat up and cleaned himself up before hunting down his boxers and sweatpants. He returned to the bed, tossing Harley her panties and tanktop. She padded to the bathroom and shut the door. He settled back against the pillows, sliding under the sheets.
Harley emerged from the bathroom to find the room plunged into darkness. The sliver of moonlight between the curtains helped guide her over to the bed. Harm lay on his back on the side closest to the door. He'd left the sheet pulled down so she could slide in easier. She climbed into bed and pulled the covers up to her chest. Harm reached out and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, guiding her to cuddle into his chest.
"This okay?" He asked, fingers playing in her hair.
Harley sighed, "Yeah." She slid her fingers over his bare chest.
Harm kissed her temple, "Sweet dreams, Lee."
Harley smiled, pressing a soft kiss to his ribs. "Sweet dreams, Harm." She whispered before drifting off to dreamland.
Dearest Readers,
My first celebrity crush was David James Elliott. I've wanted to do a fanfic of JAG for a long time. Seeing Harm return to the TV screen last May on NCIS: LA, sparked an idea for me. I was so angry that he and Mac weren't together, making it work. Frankly, I'm tired of the bullshit. No one's that scared to be with the one they love. Harm is a sailor, plain and simple. Mac isn't and that's okay. So I've given Harm a sailor worthy of his attention, I promise. Look for more fics that give glimpses into a world where Captain Harmon Rabb Jr isn't only devoted to the US Navy and the sea.
Some of you may be wondering about the age gap. The first reason is because I think Harm deserves someone who can keep up with him. He's in the military for the long haul and he always seemed to have this ability to relax and play. (Guitar, no television, his vintage plane named 'Sarah'.) I imagine a woman younger than him would be appealing in that way. Also, she'll be in the service with him for the same amount of time. Women leave the military on average at a younger age than men do. If he retires at 58, she'd retire at 45 from active duty. I'm sure they'd still be connected to the military in some way, even in retirement.
I also have a thing for older men, so there's that.
As always, its lovely to hear from you,
xoxo
Lumora The White