If you're in my JAG FanFiction group on FB you've read this one... but, in case you wanna read it again...

Enemy Below

Mac was laying down on a cot inside the med tent her mind racing with concern over her and Harm being exposed to a potentially lethal dose of radiation. She wasn't afraid to die but, the thought of radiation poisoning made her cringe. Depending on the dose, death could be incredibly painful.

As much as she'd morbidly discussed with Harm her Butch and Sundance desire for death, Mac wasn't ready. She let out a breath and flipped onto her side facing away from Harm who was pacing like a trapped lion surely mirroring her thoughts.

They were to be extracted to the Seahawk where they'd be tested but, that would take some time. A helo would not arrive for a least a couple of hours. As a precaution, they had been given a fresh set of BDUs and something that could be considered a shower before being placed in something of a quarantine.

The waiting was beginning to drive Harm nuts. Turning, he found her back to him and wondered if she was thinking the same thing he was. The last year had been insane and just when he thought they would never mend their fractured relationship, she offered an olive branch. They were to start "at the beginning" and had managed to become friends again.

Only after the last few days, when their lives had been put in danger too many times to count, Harm was tired of being just friends with Mac. Life was just too damned short. He grabbed the cot next to hers and slid it over so that the ends were touching. Mac watched curiously as he settled in, body laying parallel with hers. She stared at him with confusion that seemed to grow when he leaned in and kissed her without so much of a word.

It took Mac a few seconds to respond and then, she couldn't help but kiss him back. He kissed her slowly, deeply, his lips trying to convey all of the words he could never tell Mac. He sighed happily when she kissed him back and made no effort to pull away. Harm deepened the kiss as Mac shifted so that her torso was closer to his. She felt his tongue run over her lips and opened her mouth to him. Their tongues danced, caressed and everything that seemed so impossible finally began to fall into place. She moaned into his mouth when his hand that was running gently over her arm, slid under the brown cotton undershirt that she wore, having ditched her jacket when she went to lie down. His knuckles skimmed over her ribs just beneath her breasts his skin brushing against hers and the cloth that covered her breasts. The rough fabric of the regulation bra was a contrast to the softness of her skin and he wanted so much to pull it off of her.

Harm pulled the shirt out from her pants and roughly yanked it off settling it on the ground. He stopped kissing her enough to look at her, his eyes curiously mesmerized by how she looked in that regulation bra. It held her breasts tightly, restrictive and Harm wanted to feel their fullness in his hands, to touch an area that held such fascination.

Her Marine greens did nothing to hide her voluptuous curves which he'd seen hidden behind the triangular scraps of bathing suit material several times. He imagined that Mac had beautiful breasts and was not disappointed when she reached behind and unclasped the offending material.

Mac's breasts spilled out and as Harm helped remove the fabric away from her his eyes studied her chest again. She had leaned back slightly, bowing her back and offering herself to him. Damnit, she was beautiful and every wave of desire that he had felt came to the surface. Before touching her, he looked in her eyes searching for signs that she wasn't sure but he met no resistance. In fact, she pulled him towards her.

Harm's hand came up to her cheek and he caressed her face lovingly before running his hand down her neck and then began a slow exploration of her body. He trailed his fingers down between the valley of her breasts, along the path her of her dog tags and continued down to her navel and back up again. He marveled at how her skin broke out in goosebumps and the gentle groan that escaped when his large hand finally covered one of her breasts.

He touched her gently, caressing her breasts and causing her to arch against his touch, wanting more of it. He squeezed the orb, kneading her skin only to stop and run slow circles around her nipple with his thumb.

The desire to taste her was so overwhelming and so he dropped his head to her chest and took her breast into his mouth. He sucked gently at her nipple and then increased the pressure when Mac's hand tangled in his hair. A soft bite at her erect nipple had her buckling under his touch.

Harm continued the onslaught, his hand covering the breast he lavished with such attention as his mouth came over her other breast. He didn't suck at her nipple this time but made slow circles with his tongue, a new sensation that had Mac gripping the side of the cot.

He then sucked her nipple slowly, his mouth working her into a frenzy. Heat pooled to her core and every touch from him sent a lick of arousal through Mac. As his mouth lavished her breast, Harm's hand came away and began drifting down.

Mac wasn't wearing a belt and his hand stopped at the hem of her pants, fingers tracing along her skin. He managed to undo the buttons of her slacks with one hand, enough so that he could slip his hand beneath her underwear.

His fingers moved between her folds finding a warm wetness that assured him Mac was aroused.

He stopped for a moment, raising his head to make sure she wanted him to continue. Mac's head was thrown back, eyes closed and lips parted. She was breathing heavy and when her eyes met his, it was all he needed. Harm's index finger slipped inside her, sliding in and out slowly as his mouth covered one of her breasts again. He sucked at her nipple and inserted another finger into her increasing the movement.

Mac brought her hand to her mouth, biting down into her palm as the tension from the building orgasm nearly made her cry out. She ground her hips in time with him, pressing her sex into his hand as he pumped in and out of her. Her head sprang up when he suddenly stopped and pulled out. Any protest died on her lips when his warm and wet finger began to run circles over her clit.

Her hand came down over his forearm, nails digging into his skin as Harm continued to touch her intimately. "Come for me, Mac." She heard his voice, thick and husky say before she tumbled over the edge with his name on her lips.

When she came down from her high, Mac made to touch Harm and please him as he did her only to find herself grasping at air. With a start, she raised her head up to find herself still laying on the cot and Harm still pacing. She pressed a hand against her chest finding her shirt still on and tucked neatly into her pants. She was also still wearing a bra, Mac noticed by the way it bunched up painfully in certain places. Mac was also incredibly wet.

Sadly, it had all been a dream.

Turning over, she raised herself up on her elbows watching Harm as he continued to pace. She stood and came up to him, blocking his path when he attempted to make another pass. He stood before her eyes casting a questioning glance when Mac came up to her toes and brought her hands to either sides of his face. "Mac?"

There was a look in her eyes he really couldn't understand until she brought his head down and kissed him.