Oh Boomerang! Sooooo many ways to play with the episode...
Ferry Ride:
"Is that a request?"
Harm swallowed hard, his mind trying to wrap around what Mac was coyly offering him. The dress she wore exposed her sexy neckline, the temptress taunting the tempting. He hadn't realized how starved he was for her or how badly the yearning threatened to consume him until he'd arrived at Mac's door finding her much more ready for a date than a night out with her best friend.
Now she stood right before him, the strong, female Marine that had woven her way into the fabric of his life. Cautiously, he allowed his eyes to drift to her breasts for a brief moment and couldn't help but wonder why she was topless in front of Brumby. He hated that she was seated next to the arrogant, Australian asshole. It pissed him off even more that it wasn't him at Mac's side, duty came first.
Thoughts of her naked body writhing beneath him, that sweet voice calling his name in throes of ecstasy occupied his mind most of the day. And now she stood before him, bravely challenging him to action, to love her so completely she'd be ruined for other men.
But, he didn't dare make a move, simply stared as if seeing a pretty girl for the first time. "Mac…"
"We're not in Washington. We're not even on the same continent." She insisted, her words only rising his fear. Harm tried the one-night-stand approach with a former partner and barely survived the fallout of how it had destroyed their working relationship. It was uncomfortably awkward and eventually led to Kate's departure from JAG.
Problem was, he didn't love Kate Pike but he loved Mac. Completely and irrevocably, he loved her - a secret he kept tightly guarded. "What do you want from me, Mac?" He heard himself ask in a tone that was far too harsh and annoyed.
Mac's shoulders slumped and he noticed a hesitation and the single tear that ran down her cheek. She stopped his hand when he reached out to brush away the tear and held his wrist steadfast. "Can't you see it? Can't you feel it? This thing between us?"
The questioning look in his eyes only grew as did the confusion. Mac took a breath and closed her eyes, it was easier to bare her soul if her eyes weren't locked onto his. It would make it bearable if he pushed her away which he undoubtedly would as Harm had when she tried to broach the subject.
The words spilled out in the softest voice, unsure but, she needed him to know. "I'm in love with you."
Mac's words kept him rooted in place staring at her awkwardly. He honestly didn't know how to respond or what to say. Everything he wanted was suddenly within his grasp, falling into place. Sarah MacKenzie loved him.
"You don't feel the same." She accused, the sad look in her eyes growing by the second. "No, of course you don't. This was a mistake, I'm sorry."
Before she had the chance to apologize again or remove herself from the equation, Harm snuck an arm around her waist, pulling Mac into him.
"Oh Mac." And then he kissed her passionately if not a little desperately. Harm held her tightly against him, the soft curves of her feminine body molding into the hard planes of his own. She was his willing prisoner, pressing herself impossibly closer, seeking the raw masculine heat as his tongue plundered her mouth.
Harm found himself drunk on this woman as if he'd indulged in the finest of wines. "You're not the only one in love." He declared punctuating each word with a kiss to her eyes, cheeks, nose and finally her lips. Oh, those lips, swollen from their kisses so that he couldn't help but rub a thumb over them before kissing her again. "I want you, Sarah… I just." He cast a frustrated sigh and then rested his forehead against hers. "I'm scared… terrified of losing you."
"No matter what happens between us I promise you'll never lose me." Mac pressed a gentle kiss on his lips, the seal of her promise to him. "Now, where you taking me to dinner?"
Harm laughed at her sly delivery and the soft smile on her lips. Yup, this was the Marine he fell for. "You're thinking of your stomach at a time like this?"
"You really wanna toy with a starving Marine, squid?"
"No ma'am and I was considering hotdogs at Luna Park." With his head he motioned to the amusement area, the screams of patrons enjoying thrill rides echoing across the bay.
Harm was a perfect gentleman the rest of the night save for several stolen kisses that grew slightly passionate when they rode the ferris wheel. Mac had also helped him with his case, shedding light on a few facts that just did not make any sense. And then they had taken the ferry boat back, his jacket draped over her shoulders to ensure Mac would stay warm when the evening cooled down.
She rested against him, back to his chest when they stood outside taking in the sights of Sydney Harbour. His arms were wrapped around her and Mac could feel a hardness at the small of her back, the definite evidence that Harm wanted her.
"Spend the night." Mac said, once he'd walked her to the hotel room door. "And before you ask, yes, I want this. I want you."
"Thank God because it was going to be impossible to ever let you go."
The next morning Harm awoke to find a naked female body nestled against his own. He had his chest to her back and an arm draped over her midsection, one of her hands was threaded with his. His lips came over her bare shoulder, trailing kisses until he stopped at spot on her neck that he recently found could make Mac moan.
He nuzzled her skin gently and felt her press up against him as her hand reached behind to caress his face. "Mmmm. Harm." Mac said on a breathy sigh and the memories of what they'd done the night before brought him to arousal...
He'd been with plenty of women in the past, dress whites and gold wings afforded him enough female attention to last a lifetime. But, when Mac had slipped her dress off her body and truly stood topless before him, Harm felt like a man who had never seen a naked woman before. He felt starved for her.
He'd seen Mac in a bikini and knew of her slender form and soft, feminine curves. But, he could never stop and stare and take in every inch of naked flesh that she was willingly surrendering to him.
She took one of his hands, guiding him to cup and caress one of her breasts, his fingers coming to tease her nipple before his mouth replaced his hand. She tasted devine, her skin was sweet and spicy, holding an intoxicating aroma that he'd fantasized about more times that he was willing to admit.
Mac would have sworn that this was all a dream until she raised her hand and tangled her fingers in his hair, holding him to her as he suckled her breast. His mouth on her skin spread a fire through her and she felt that familiar, delicious ache tingle at her core. He took care at lavishing her before giving the same care to her other breast in an almost methodical fashion.
And then Harm stopped and Mac found that his mouth had begun moving down, over her flat stomach, trading kisses and licks and nibbles until he came to a stop just above her panty line. His fingers traced over the hem of the intrusive fabric and Mac looked down to find Harm staring up at her. His eyes had taken a darker, predatory shade and a desire that he done so well at masking was clearly visible.
He closed his eyes and leaned forward, tongue darting out to trace along the hem of her underwear before his fingers hooked onto the elastic and pulled them down. He helped her step out of them and began to slowly kiss up one shapely leg and then another until he nudged her legs apart with his hands.
Harm's fingers slipped between her folds, sliding back and forth gently. His thumb brushed over her clitorous and Mac's legs trembled from the sensations wracking her body. She called out his name when his mouth covered her sex, tongue dipping inside of her, teasing and tasting. He brought his lips over her clit and began sucking gently, occasionally sliding the flat of his tongue over it until he felt Mac rock against him setting a pace that he would match with his mouth. Her hands gripped his shoulders tightly, it was the only way to stay upright when Harm's mouth brought her to orgasm.
"You're a little overdressed, Commander." She told him once she was able to speak and made quick work of his suit and boxers. They were cast aside with her dress and Mac stepped back to marvel at his naked form. Her hands ran over his shoulders and began going down over the hard planes of his chest to his rock hard abs and lower still. She took him in her hand and began to stroke the length of him, hand squeezing, teasing, fingers brushing the tip of his cock before she came down on her haunches and took him into her mouth.
Mac held his shaft as she tasted him, tongue lapping around the head before taking Harm in her mouth again. Her hand pumped at his shaft and when Mac's teeth lightly nipped the tip of him, he was nearly unglued. "Christ, Mac."
Mac felt him pull away and she was about to mount a complaint when he raised her to her feet and pulled her against him. He kissed her slowly, lovingly, his body needing the contact of her own as he backed her into bed. Mac fell back into the mattress, laughing as he came down with her. Using her heels, she brought herself up to the center of and then wrapped a hand around a forearn, tugging him towards her. "I want you in ways I've never wanted anyone else." She said, her admission making her blush.
Blinded by passion, Harm was at a loss for words but, the look in his eyes spoke volumes. He wanted this as much as she, needed it like his life depended on it. His hands began moving over her body, leaving a trail of heat as he cupped her sex with his hand. His fingers began moving over her, slowly teasing until he heard her groan in frustration. "Tell me what you want." He managed to say although his words came out almost at a low growl.
"I want… I want you inside me." Mac choked out when his finger grazed over her clit. She parted her legs, eagerly hoping to join them and bring an end to the sexual tension that was driving her mad.
Soon, he positioned himself between her thighs and inched himself in slowly allowing for her body to accommodate him. He felt her muscles tighten around his shaft and soon Mac was moving her hips up to him, urging him to thrust into her. And he did.
Mac matched him thrust for thrust, legs wrapping around his waist in order to take him deeper into her. She encouraged him to quicken the pace, feeling an orgasm rising and threatening to wash over her like a massive wave. She rode the sensation, arms wrapping around his torso as she brought him down to her so that they could kiss. Her nails dug into his back as she came and before long he followed suit, body collapsing against her own.
She held him as he dozed off only to wake up and roll onto his back so that they could make love once again with her on top this time…
...The memory made him smile and Harm was sure that she'd branded him for life. He would never feel for any other woman what he felt for Mac. As he continued to nuzzle at her neck, he felt her part her thighs, urging him to take her again. "Harm, please."
Mac reached back between them and began running her hand up and down his shaft finding him hard and ready. "I want you." She said as she guided him into her from behind
"I am never going to get enough of hearing you say that." As Mac rocked against him, she brought one of Harm's hands between her legs, urging him to run a finger over her clit which he complied. "I can't get enough of you, Sarah." He whispered into her ear before she turned her head to kiss him. They rocked gently against each other in an achingly slow pace until Mac felt like she would burst from desire.
"I love you." Mac said softly as she felt another wave of orgasm claim her.
An hour later, Harm was awoken by a knock on the door, "Room service, I placed an order while you were sleeping." Mac said as they lay next to each other, her hand tracing circles on his chest.
"I'll get it." He slipped out from under her and grabbed the first thing he could find, a towel which he wrapped low on his waist. "Coming." Expecting to find room service, he threw the door open without looking only to find one Mic Brumby holding a bouquet of flowers. "Morning, Mic."
"Uh, sorry Harm, I thought this was Mac's room." He stared at the number on the door with confusion wondering if she'd given him the wrong room number.
"It is." Harm said with a satisfied grin that widened as realization hit the Australian officer. "Thanks for these." He took the flowers from Mic and motioned towards the room. "I'll let her know you stopped by."
"She didn't mention that the two of you... I mean, you said that you've never… She said that you've never… uh." Mic stumbled over his own words, brain trying to come to grips that Mac would never be his. From his vantage point, he saw her sitting up on the bed, covered in only a bedsheet. There were clothes strewn over the floor, it didn't take a rocket scientist to realize what he'd walked in on. "I ah… I'll see you in court." Dejected, he turned on his heel and headed down the hall.
From the bed, Mac had watched the interaction, shaking her head in amusement as Harm returned to her holding the flowers and a silly grin. "I bet you enjoyed that huh?" She asked Harm as he sat on the edge of the bed next to her and offered her the flowers which she dropped on the side table.
"Immensely." He reached out and took a hold of the bed sheet that was covering her. Slowly, he pulled it away exposing her breasts to him. "It's no wonder he wanted to see you topless, you're gorgeous."
"Harm, you have to be in court in one hour and forty seven minutes." Mac warned him but, even as she did his mouth was coming over her again, taking her breast in his mouth.