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These two are just too sexy not to write love scenes for them!

Originally, this was part of a story called "Journey to 26.2" where Harm helps Mac train for a marathon. (Hence 26.2 miles). Of course, it was a means to hook them up along with the drama of months of training.

I remember watching a JAG ep where Jordan is all grossed out by Harm coming home from a run and rolled my eyes. I mean, I get it, as a runner the funk that comes off of us is appalling like your body purges its toxins into some sticky, salty concoction that coats your skin. And I do mean salt that you can see shimmering on your skin.

So we get gross but, damn hop in the shower with the man! So what if HM are both sweaty and sticky and in need of a shower… Here you go, all smutty for you!

Enjoy. :-)

Harm was stretching, one hand bracing against the wall when he bent his knee, grabbing his ankle and pulling to ease a spasming quadricep. Sweat was dripping off his chin, pooling on the floor at his feet when he switched from one leg to another. "You can grab a shower first, I'll start breakfast." He rasped casting a look upwards as the blasted elevator took its sweet time to descend to the 1st floor.

"Okay." Mac agreed, her own body covered in sweat from there run.

After the JAG-A-THON, the mutual agreement to start at the beginning apparently came with the need to see each other regularly. It began as dinner one Wednesday night as a particularly difficult case made Mac quite melancholy. He called her that night, talking into the wee hours of the morning about everything and nothing.

They had lunch together every afternoon, dinners on Friday's, but her absolute favorite day was Saturday - run day. She would drive to his apartment and they would set off, returning exhausted and euphoric. After a shower and breakfast much of the day was spent together either working on cases or relaxing.

For a time, it did feel like the beginning - simple, uncomplicated except Mac was still reeling from that kiss on the Admiral's porch. It had been months since Mic left and Harm had been broken up with Renee for nearly as long. She accepted their renewed friendship hoping it would turn into something more.

Harm felt her eyes linger on him, an occurrence that recently became common. It made him smile to know they were getting closer, moving together rather than apart. Their, now weekly, Saturday morning run had become competitive today after Harm had commented on a way to improve her form.

During their run he'd held back a time or two - okay it was four times - just so he could watch her form. He was being a good coach until his mind wandered, taking in those long, tanned legs of hers and wondering what they would feel like wrapped around his waist.

It had made him stop mid-run and he'd faked a cramp when she turned around and ran back towards him. It didn't help that she was wearing tiny shorts and a sports bra. He merely thanked the Heavens that an unseasonal heat wave afforded him such pleasure.

Mac knew he'd caught her staring but she didn't care.

Why did the man look so damned sexy all sweaty, stinky, skin flushed from their run? For some inexplicable reason she desired to lick the droplets of sweat off him, tasting his salty skin. Hell, she just plain desired him - sweaty, stinky, flushed - she didn't care how.

When they stepped into the elevator and he began stretching again, she could take no more. "Harm." Mac practically purred his name when he raised the bottom of his shirt to wipe the sweat off his face. It had exposed his abs and the muscles that tighten as he moved.

She practically jumped him, body pressing against his so suddenly that Harm lost his balance. His hands came around her hips as his back hit the rear cage of the elevator. Then her mouth fused onto his in a hard, deep kiss that was unexpected and yet, so wanted. On her lips Harm could taste a sweet and salty essence - an intoxicating combination.

Once his brain began to function, the realization hit that this wasn't just a fantasy. The woman in his arms was real, wanton and so damned sexy.

And now she was pressed against him fully, mouth awakening a want that was incomprehensibly intense. Harm's tongue darted out to lick her lower lip, to taste more of her when Mac arched her back, pressing her breasts into him, not wanting an inch of her body to lose contact with his.

Harm turned them, his body holding hers a willing captive against the rear wall of the elevator. He felt one of her legs come up against his hip and slip from the sweat still covering them. The action made Harm chuckle, breaking the kiss. "I'm all sweaty and I stink." Jordan always had reservations about kissing him when he came back from a run. Renee too would cringe and send him to the shower not even wanting to join him until he was clean. And here Mac was, her body pressed against his, her tongue sticking out to lap a bead of sweat that rolled to his chin.

"Ummm, pretty sure I do too."

"And you still want to kiss me?"

"Oh God, yes." Kiss, lick, touch, taste and so much more. She brought his head back down to hers for another searing kiss much more passionate than the last.

They continued to kiss once the elevator mercifully arrived at its destination, stopping only so Harm could open the door and usher Mac inside. Greedily, he pulled her to him, his growing erection making itself present against her abdomen. His fingers raked down her spine, finding the clasp of her sports bra.

Mac giggled as his fingers fumbled with the clasp and they stopped kissing long enough to see his exasperated expression. "Something wrong."

"I'm usually pretty good at this." He said, grabbing Mac by the shoulders and turning her around. "Is this super glued?" His tone made her laugh as did his fingers roughly pulling at the immovable material. "It's not funny! That's it! I'm getting scissors."

"Don't you dare!" She reached around and unclasped the offending material with just two fingers and then raised her arms so that he could pull it off of her. Once she was topless before him, Harm took a step back. He took more than an admiring glance at Mac's body - skin flushed and slightly glistened with sweat, His gaze moved from her face to her chest, the beautiful breasts that rested over her ribcage, a part of her that he'd always been fascinated with.

Mac saw his eyes darken, the desire burning in their cerulean depths as he hungrily stared at her chest. "You're so damn beautiful." And then his mouth was fused on hers again until Mac's hands dipped under his shirt tugging it upwards.

It dropped unceremoniously next to her bra. "We should get cleaned up." She stated, when the salty sweat made their bodies stick a little too much.

A trail of sweaty clothing lead the way to his bathroom and the couple that was still kissing even as they were lathered with soap. Harm's breath caught in his throat when Mac's soapy hand moved over his erection. She was slow and deliberate, making a show out of getting him clean.

When they both rinsed off, her eyes went back to his manhood, well endowed and impressive, she licked her lips hungrily at the thought of having him in her mouth.

"Mac?" Harm questioned when she placed a hand on his chest and pushed him against the glass blocks that made up one wall of his shower. Her answer came when the hand that was at his chest moved downward, over his defined abs and lower still. "Oohhh."

Her hand wrapped around his cock, palm sliding slowly over the veiny ridges. Mac's thumb brushed over the tip moistened with a warm stickiness that forced a gasp out of him. It made her grin knowing that a secret fantasy of taking Harm into her mouth, tasting, licking every last drop of him, was coming true.

Roughly, he brought a hand to the base of her head, pulling her towards him for another kiss. As their tongues stroked, the hand wrapped around him began to move slowly. She pumped him in time with their kisses, grinning against his mouth as his hips bucked, pressing more of himself into her hand.

"Christ, Marine!" Harm nearly yelled, tearing his mouth away from hers when Mac's hand began to move faster tightening her hold on him.

Mac's lips came to his neck and the tip of her tongue caressed his pulsepoint feeling his heart racing beneathe. She slowed the movements on his cock, barely stroking as she alternated licks and kisses down his torso.

Her tongue came over his abs noting how the muscles flexed and tensed when she touched him. She kissed him there as well stopping just above his pelvis to look up at Harm. He was breathing hard, eyes darkened with desire to a deeper blue. "Mac." Her name came out as a strangled plea and she half expected him to stop her.

That was when Mac's tongue darted out and moved over the very tip of him. She placed a kiss there and then lapped the slit to lick his arousal, moaning as the taste of him filled her sense. Involuntarily, his hips pressed forward, wanting more of her mouth on him only for her to stop and glance up with a mischievous grin. "Patience, flyboy."

Harm could only nod, unable to form coherent sentences when his brain was lost in a fog of complete desire. Of course he'd dreamt of this, her sweet mouth taking him, pleasing him but the reality was much more incredible. Especially with the way Mac's hungry eyes held his gaze. She wanted this too, the control to steal his breath as her tongue ran from the base of his shaft upwards, licking every last droplet of water still left on him from their shared shower. "Oh Mac." Harm said her name on a gasp, watching when her lips wrapped around the tip of his cock.

Mac's warm mouth nearly made his legs buckle and she hadn't begun to move much yet, if at all. Her eyes held his again with a look of love and desire that made his heart swell with pride. And then she closed her eyes, moaning when her lips moved past the tip.

It was so damned hot, so sexy to watch her slow movement. Lips and tongue gliding over every velvety ridge, mapping every inch of him to learn what he enjoyed the most. He was well endowed, growing bigger with each movement of her mouth on him to the point that it was nearly impossible to take him fully into her mouth.

One hand grasped his shaft, stroking up to meet her lips as she took him as deep as possible. Guttural moans echoed in the stall, his sounds fueling Mac's own arousal and that burning sensation became more pronounced between her thighs that she squeezed together in an effort to lessen the ache.

Mac didn't touch herself, resisting in anticipation of having Harm inside her, thrusting into her roughly.

The images of him above her body buried deep inside made her moan again and again, a ripple Harm could feel when her mouth moved faster over his cock. It made him tense, trying to slow a climax that was fast approaching.

Her cheeks hollowed out when she sucked him, tasting the saltiness of his essence, feeling Harm's member throbbing on her tongue. She could sense him tighten, trying to delay his orgasm, fighting for every inch of his precious control. "Mac...I can't.."

It was the nip from her teeth, a rasp dragged over his fevered erection that finally did Harm in. One hand gripped to the top ledge of the shower wall and the other came down to her face caressing her cheek. He came hard into her mouth and Mac sucked and swallowed still continuing her ministrations when Harm's pleasure filled moans ceased.

His body shook from the orgasm, abdomen clenching and releasing. Through heavy eyes he looked down at Mac whose mouth had finally released him although her tongue still teased and savored.

"Mac, that was...wow." Unable to keep himself upright any longer, Harm slid to the tiled floor pulling Mac to him. He kissed her slowly tasting the saltiness of himself on her lips, feeling his member twitch when he settled her on his lap. He rained soft kisses on her cheeks, moving lower to her neck, collar and even slower still.

Harm's mouth latched on to one breast suckling her nipple until it was painfully erect. "Harm." Mac breathed his name out, held his head against her chest as he devoured one breast and then moved on to the other.

The aching warmth between her thighs begged for him to touch her, to part her folds with his cock and make love to her until she screamed his name. "There's a perfectly good bed just a few feet away." She mused and her breath caught again when he lightly bit her nipple.

Harm allowed her to pull away and stand but, when a hand reached out for him to follow, he remained in place. "No, Mac."

"No?"

He pulled her towards him and wrapped his hands around her waist. "I want to make you feel what you did to me. I want to make your legs buckle." Harm's voice was low and seductive, verbal sex that sent tendrils of arousal all over. Her core tingled and soon Mac had her back to the cool glass block wall just as she'd taken him moments before. "I want to taste you, bury my tongue in you until you can't stay upright anymore."

"Oh." His words were already turning her legs into jelly and the man had barely touched her.

Harm didn't offer her the same treatment, didn't lick or kiss his way down her body. He sensed her arousal, smelled it and he wanted her to lose control just like he had. "You're aching for me to touch you aren't you?"

"Yes." She confessed wanting to smack that smug grin off his lips. Her breath rushed out when his hands moved over her thighs. Harms fingers dipped between her legs, casually passing over her mound. "Oh Harm."

Mac grabbed his hand guiding him between her thighs. "There, please." Happily, he obliged when she spread her legs enough for his hand to fully cup her.

"You're so wet." Harm said moving his middle finger to part her folds slipping inside her warm, slick depth. His long finger stroked slowly, probing, feeling that wet tightness Harm wanted more of. Mac let out a deep moan, back arching off the wall as she pressed herself onto his palm needing more of his touch.

His digit moved in and out of her slowly increasing Mac's frustration. "Harm, please." She begged as his finger slipped out and his hands completely stopped touching her.

"Please what?" He was enjoying the teasing, the way her face contorted when his finger hovered over her clit but wouldn't touch. His long finger came into her again and then another joined pumping in and out of her slowly. Occasionally he would curl his finger upward stroking her G-spot. It made her buckle and groan, a firm hand at her waist was the only thing keeping her upright, pinned against the shower wall when her legs began to buckle. "Tell me, Sarah."

Mac cast a glance down, finding his head inches from her sex and that smug grin still in place. "Lick me, taste me." She pleaded, nearly screaming as Harm complied with a long, slow lick over her sensitive bud. "Oh, Harm."

He moved his tongue up and down using both the top and bottom increasing the speed when one moan followed another. His name rolled off her lips on baited breath as his tongue lapped her clit. "Don't stop… don't ohhh."

Her eyes were closed, head thrown back against the tiles when Harm brought his mouth fully over her sex. His lips caressed her nub and then he latched on sucking softly at first but, increasing the pressure as Mac encouraged him.

His fingers pulled out from her core and both of his hands wrapped around Mac's hips to steady her. He tasted her sweet juices on his tongue continuing to wreak havoc on her sex until Mac's cries of pleasure echoed in the stall.

Mac's body shook from the pleasure, her breath coming in quick short breaths as wave after wave of release washed over her. As she came he still licked her, tasted, took more until Mac begged him to stop.

Harm stood and pressed his body flush against Mac as his lips sought out hers. He kissed her hungrily, his erection straining again, needing to be buried deep inside her. His hands ran over her six, kneading the perfect skin before pushing her up, urging Mac to wrap her legs around his waist.

"No." Came a firm command, said against his lips after she broke their kiss.

"Mac?" His gaze was heady and confused. Didn't she want this too? Did Mac want him to make love to her? Harm was sure he would self combust if they didn't finish what they starred. He wanted her too much, craved to possess every inch of her and make Mac his, only his.

"Not here." She scrambled off his body and shut off the stream of water that no longer offered any type of warmth. Her hand threaded through one of his and then she led him to the bedroom. Mac sat at the edge of the bed, staring up at him expectantly.

"You want a bed?"

"It's not a want… it's a need." She scooted up, settling herself in the middle of the mattress, beckoning him to follow. "I need you on top of me." She commanded, spreading her legs when he crawled over her. His hard body moved between her parted thighs, erection sliding over her wet folds but not pushing in. Damn did he like to tease.

She wrapped her arms around Harm, pulling his body against hers, holding him still with one leg over his waist. "I need you inside me." Her voice was sweet and sexy against his ear practically purring each desire she wanted to live out with him. "I need that… I need you...now, filling me. Loving me" By then Mac's hand had dropped between them taking his cock in her hand, stroking, making him impossibly harder. "Now, Harm."

"I need that too." And then he slid into her in one quick motion.

Mac was tight, gripping him in a warm wetness that made him stop for a moment. He breathed hard, trying to stop himself from coming the very moment his cock moved deep inside her. Instead he lowered his head down to hers, kissing Mac slowly.

"I love you." Mac said and then dragged a leg over his, settling it over Harm's hip. "I always have, you know." Her confession made a tear slip from her eye and for the briefest of moments the hard, take charge Marine gave way to the softness of a woman. She blushed when he looked at her with love and reverence that Mac had seen before but never understood it for what it was until now. "Only you. Always you."

She moved when he tried to speak, wickedly rolling her hips beneath him. Her muscles gripped and released, clenching around his length so that his control slipped again. "Mac."

"I don't need the words, Sailor. Show me."

Harm balanced above her, the strain forcing droplets of sweat to cover his skin. He pulled out fully, instantly missing the feel of Mac surrounding him. "I love you too, Sarah." And then he thrust into her again begining a slow in and out that quickly increased when she encouraged him to move faster.

Mac wrapped her arms around his torso, her fingernails leaving firey trails across his back to his six. She brought her other leg up, wrapping them around his waist, allowing Harm to move deeper inside her. "Harm!" She cried his name out when he increased the pace, clenching him harder and raising her hips to meet his own.

"Oh God, Mac." He slowed his thrusts, trying to prolong the orgasm that was fast approaching. Harm wanted to draw out this moment, their first time, as much as possible.

Carefully, he brought his full weight over her, bodies flush, so that he could kiss her. He lowered her legs from his hips and pressed his pelvis into her to begin a slow, rocking motion that rubbed his shaft over her clit. She moaned at the sudden contact, raising her hips into him feeling a powerful orgasm building with each steady movement of his body over hers. "You like to tease." She said between kisses only to have her breath catch when Harm raised himself up and reared against her. "Oh."

Harm thrust in and out of Mac sensing her own release when her muscles clenched tighter. He came hard, yelling her name as he did to hear her climax after.

His body shook from the sensation, spasmed as Mac's hands trailed over his body and drew him over her. She held his body against hers loving the feel of his weight on her, of the completion she'd sought for years.

She was happily sated. "I love you." Mac pressed a kiss to his brow and another to his cheek and the tip of his nose.

Harm kissed her gently and then pulled out of her, instantly missing that intimate connection. He rolled onto his back, pulling Mac to him so that her head lay on his chest. "I love you too, Sarah."

In the warmth of post cpital bliss, they fell asleep together.