A/N: For someone that requested a steamier scene, I found a way to hopefully work one in without rising Harm's blood pressure too much. Mature content to follow. If you aren't an adult yet, come back and read when you are.
It is just before dawn, and Harm is dreaming again, but this time his thoughts are focused on walking along the beaches of La Jolla hand in hand with his beautiful wife. They had gotten married on a sandy beach on the eastern shore just a few short months ago.
She is wearing the bikini that she purchased as a surprise for him on their honeymoon. She also has on one his button-down shirts as a cover up with the top half of the buttons undone, and her slightly rounded belly hidden underneath the others. In fact, the first time she modeled this particular outfit for him was likely the cause for her barely detectable pregnancy.
****Flashback to their honeymoon****
They were staying at a villa in the Bahamas with a private beach area. They had decided last night after their trip into town that they would leave the confines of their bedroom, and make their way out to beautiful white sand beaches and crystal blue water. They were spending two weeks in paradise, and they might as well enjoy part of it instead of keeping themselves locked in the room most of the time. Granted, they weren't keeping their bedroom activities necessarily in the bedroom, but they were definitely behaving like newlyweds. Anytime and any place was fair game.
Harm had just finished preparing a tray full of breakfast treats in their kitchenette. He walked into the bedroom, and set the tray of goodies on the table next to the bed. When he turned around, Mac was exiting the bathroom in one of the sexiest swimsuits he had even seen, and growing up in Southern California he had seen plenty. It was a pearl white bow knot top with spaghetti straps that tied in between her breasts, and it barely held her ample cleavage in. Her matching white Brazilian thong also tied on the sides, and it had the tiniest strip of fabric in the back, and didn't leave much to the imagination otherwise. The coloring of the suit was perfect for her bronzed complexion, and the suntan oil she had put on was glistening on every part of her exposed body.
He nearly tripped on the floor as he started to move towards her, a predatory flash of desire evident in his eyes. Mac gave him a sultry smile as she seductively ran a finger from her lips down to where the bow sat loosely tied.
Harm was directly in front of her in two strides, ready to pick her up and carry her right back to bed. She pointed her index finger at him and shook it from side to side, so he paused to let her continue her little game. She turned around to give him the full view from the back as well as she glanced over her shoulder and inquired, "So what do you think, Sailor?"
Harm wrapped his arms around her, encircling her trim waist, and nibbled on the back on her neck making his way to her ear. He took her lobe in his mouth, and gently swirled his tongue around it as his hands moved upward to scrape his nails lightly against her barely covered nipples. He whispers, "I think if you wanted to make it outside to the beach, that you should have worn a different outfit."
Mac gasps as he runs a finger down her oil slicked skin underneath her bikini bottom to start circling her nub, as he kneads her breast in perfect rhythm with the movement of his finger. His ministrations are gentle, but deliberate. She arches back against him feeling the full weight of his arousal against her behind. He slips his finger lower sliding effortlessly against her folds before sliding the digit inside of her. He pumps his finger in and out of her, and when she starts to whimper in pleasure, he adds a second, thrusting his fingers in and out of her repeatedly until she screams, "Harm!"
He gently coaxes her down from her peak, and when he removes his hand, she turns around, crushing her lips against his, and pushes him towards the chair next to the desk. She tells him, "That was nice. But, when I put this little outfit on, I had every intention of working up a sweat so that I would need to cool off in the ocean. And Sailor, we haven't even started yet."
She begins trailing kisses along his jawline, cupping his firm erection in her hand and gentle kneading his sac. She hears his groan as she begins trailing kisses down his hairline from his chest to his abdomen as her hands start pulling his boxers down. She unties the sides of her own bottoms, and rubs her body seductively against his for just a moment before she pushes him to sit in the chair.
She kneels down in front on him, taking his engorged member in her hand, and pumping his shaft in long slow strokes. She takes the tip of him in her mouth, and swirls her tongue around the head a few times, before tracing the veins along the underside gently. She works more of him into her mouth as he threads his fingers in her hair holding her to him as he gently moans, "Sarah." She is suckling and nipping lightly, and she has the length of him at the back of her throat. She can feel him begin to swell inside her mouth, so she releases him, and climbs into his lap.
Harm nuzzles his nose between her breasts as he begins to undo the tie on her top with his teeth while simultaneously guiding himself into her slick channel. She is so warm, and tight, and he slides in effortlessly. He no sooner has her top open, and has latched his mouth unto a cinnamon nipple, swirling his tongue around it as he thrusts his hips upward driving his shaft into her deeper. She tells him, "That was sneaky, Squid. I don't think I want to know where you learned to open knots with your teeth like that."
Harm smiles against her breast, "Knots on the boat during sailing trips at Annapolis, sweetheart."
Mac places her hands on his shoulders to anchor herself, but unlike the desire that took over him when he first noticed her attire, he really wants this encounter to be long and loving vice fast and furious. He stands up with them still intimately connected, and she immediately wraps both her arms and legs around him. She asks, "Where are we going?"
Harm looks deep in her eyes, and gives her a loving kiss, "The bed."
He sets her down gently, treating her like the precious cargo that she is, and he pulls out.
He can see the question evident in her eyes. He replies, "Lay in the middle of the bed on your side with your back to me."
Mac complies, implicitly trusting her husband. Harm lays behind her, placing one of his arms underneath her, and uses the other one to pull her leg back over his hip as he gently slides back in. Mac moans loudly at his intrusion. She loves it when he takes her from behind. It allows for deeper penetration, and Harm touches her in places that no man has ever been able to reach before. He slides in and out of her moist canal with long, sensuous strokes. She bends her other leg and pulls her knee up to her chest, stretching her muscles just a little bit more. Harm can feel her start to pull taut as her internal muscles clench him like a vice grip, but he keeps his strokes slow and deep.
Harm starts trailing kisses along her neck, pulling her leg over his a little more. Mac turns her head and engages him in a long deep kiss, thrusting her tongue in his mouth to dance, mimicking the same movements their lower bodies are currently engaged in.
Harm starts to groan in her mouth, and Mac realizes that he is close. She desperately wants him to increase the pace, but he seems insistent on keeping this encounter languorous. She moves her hand down to her nub, and starts rubbing furiously. Harm entwines his fingers with her hand on her bundles of nerves, slowing her pace, and together they both caress her folds in time with his strokes in and out of her. Mac arches her back, the springy hairs on his chest tickling along her spine. She loves the intimacy of this moment, so many times with them are fast and frantic, and right now she feels like the most cherished woman in the world.
She clenches him tighter, her internal muscles beginning to spasm. He increases the pressure of their fingers against her nub, as he starts using short, fast strokes to allow them both to reach their peak. His other hand pulls her nipple between his thumb and index finger and pinches it, causing her to completely convulse around him at the same time his hot seed spills inside her. He lets out a strangled "Sarah" at the same moment she screams "Harm."
He slumps against her, and moves both hands to her stomach, lightly caressing her as he presses soft kisses on her back. "That was absolutely amazing."
Mac turns around and looks deeply into his eyes, "I have to say that amazing doesn't even begin to cover it. It was perfect. I've never felt so loved before in my life."
Harm replies, "I love you more than I could ever possibly express in words. And this is only the beginning."
He leans over, and gives her a deep kiss, affirming the words he just spoke.
*****End Flashback****
His dream continues as they stop along the waterline, and he pulls their conjoined hand to his chest, wrapping his other arms around her, and gives her a deep sensual kiss. He smiles when they break apart after several moments, "I don't think I could be any happier than I am right now. You have made me the luckiest man alive."
Mac awakens to feel Harm lightly stroking his fingers on her bare stomach underneath her scrubs, and something hard pressed against her back. She perks her ears up, hoping things aren't going awry again, but she only hears the steady beeping on the machines. She tries to turn around, but he whispers, "No, Mac. Just let me enjoy this moment a few minutes more."
Still drowsy, she merely nods her head and falls back into a blissful sleep.
A few hours later, Captain Livingston comes in to make his morning rounds and finds them completely entangled in each other. Arms and legs are completely intertwined, the blanket is half off the bed, and Harm's face is buried in Mac's neck. He clears his throat, rousing both of them from their peaceful slumber. He sports a wide grin after looking at the various machines and the notes in Harm's chart as he asks, "I take it we are doing much better this morning?"