Stumbled onto this little gem... This is about 14ish years old or more... When I was trying every way possible to fix season 9. Heh.
Enjoy. ;-)
Title: Do you get excited?
Author: Jackie
Summary: Not much of a plot. Harm finds out a little secret of Mac's and the outcome is explosive!
Rating: Oh so NC-17
Spoilers: Not really.
I got the title from a song of the same name – Do You Get (Excited)? Off of Roxette's Joyride album.
"Do you get excited when I touch you in the night? Do you get excited when I meet you every night? You won't let the night pass you by."
PART 1
2330 Zulu
JAG Headquarters
Falls Church, Virginia
For about the hundredth time that night Mac found herself sighing. She was tired. Extremely tired. Tired of work, tired of her boring life and tired of wanting a man that she was fruitlessly in love with. Day in and day out she struggled within telling him what she felt or just letting it sit on the shelf with her heart. She wanted to love someone else who would return that, but who was she kidding? It wasn't going to happen. So she comforted herself with her friends and the surrogate family that she found in JAG.
There was another way that she found comfort. A release, really. Mac found herself grinning at the thought of what she had hidden in her purse. It was stupid to carry it around. Then again, she'd made a dare with herself. Something stupid really, of what she would do in JAG ops one night when she was alone. And, tonight, she was most certainly alone. The Admiral was out of town leaving Harm as acting JAG. Harm, she knew, had gone home an hour and twenty minutes ago. It was Friday, so she sent both Sturgis and the Roberts' home early. Coates had a date, she had been long gone. The rest of the staff didn't need to put long hours and certainly wouldn't stay late on a Friday. She was all alone.
Mac placed her hands on her desk and lifted herself up. 'Doesn't hurt to check.' She thought, as she walked across her office and to the door. Peaking out, she saw no lights on. She was, indeed, alone. 'C'mon Mac, live a little.' A voice told her from deep within. The voice of impulse that everyone had inside, but seldom let out, especially when you worked within the military community.
"What if someone walks in." She said out loud even as she was unbuttoning the jacket of her Marine uniform. 'No one will know. . . have fun, live a little. . .' The voice told her again and then added. '. . . Pretend it's him.'
'Him.' Mac thought, licking her lips and closing her eyes. She let her mind take her to him. To Harm and that delicious body of his that she longed to be lost with. Jordan had said something to the likes of Harm being good in bed. And, ever since that day, the craving that Mac had to bed Harmon Rabb Jr. had just gone up a notch. Sometimes it was hard looking at those eyes of his, the way they penetrated her own. Sometimes, if she really let herself, he could make her wet by just saying her name. She imagined his ego would inflate to double it's already enlarged size if he knew that. Then again, Harm sometimes could be a prude, he might even shy away. After making sure all her blinds were closed, she walked over to her purse and stood there for a moment, wrestling between what was truly right and what that little voice told her it was okay. "Screw it." She said out and reached in, grabbing a small velvet bag.
Mac shut off the main lights of her office and only left on the lamp over her desk. She didn't really need lights for this. And the less conspicuous she was the better. Just in case, she locked her office door and slid into one of her guest chairs. It was just another precaution. If someone walked in they wouldn't be able to see her face. She'd be given a few more seconds to counter. "All this trouble. . . for something so stupid." She said out loud as she settled herself into the guest chair. Taking a few deep breaths, she tried to relax and then closed her eyes. She started to think about Harm. How he'd looked that one time where she'd stayed at his apartment and he came out of the bedroom in only boxers. The look of him in dress whites.
Mac imagined that he was in the room with her wearing those dress whites which made him look just a bit more fuckable than he normally was. She imagined him unbuttoning the top of the uniform and him placing them neatly on the chair before he removed his undershirt. Then he proceeded to those pants which he glided off those rock hard thighs of his. Then his boxers to reveal his cock hard and ready for her. Ready to complete her and fill that void that was missing deep within.
As she envisioned his perfect body, Mac ran a hand from her neck downward, over the rough fabric of her uniform top. She stopped in the middle, unbuttoned just enough so that she could slide one hand in to cup her breasts. She teased her nipple and then gave the same treatment to her other breast before squeezing each lightly. As she did, she imaged a naked Harm, his hands on her breasts, studying them before taking one into his mouth. His tongue would swirl around one nipple and then the other. He nipped at her lightly, tugging skin in a playful matter. As he did, his eyes would meet her own, smoke and desire would mix together. He wanted her, she wanted him and they were doing something about it. He would lick down, trailing to her abdomen where he would stop and give her one of those looks that could melt a woman at twenty paces.
Sliding her foot on the floor beneath her, Mac spread her legs just enough to move her hands over her thighs and to her panties which she took off and let fall right on the floor. She was too into the moment to give a damn about where she was or who could walk in. Right then, all she wanted to do was feel him. Even if it was just her imagination. Mac imaged harm teasing her curls, bringing his mouth close to her, but never quite tasting her. Her sex quivered in anticipation of his mouth thrashing against her. Her hips grinding into him until she was brought over the edge.
Sighing, Mac undid the straps that securely tied the velvet bag. From within slid a mini, silver vibrator about an inch and a half long. It was a small device but it did pack quite a punch. Years ago, way before she was a Marine Colonel, a friend had suggested she try playing with "toys" and how every independent woman should have one. After her first try, Mac agreed. If you couldn't have the real thing, settle for something that could go on forever. Well, with a fully charged double A battery it could sure feel like forever. She let out a soft giggle and soon composed herself again. Right or wrong she had to finish what she and 'Harm' had started.
A soft buzzing sound echoed in her office as she set the mini-vibe on the softest of settings. She ran it over her uniform top, between the valley of her breasts and lower. She reached under the skirt and placed the small device at her entrance and circled it around, creating just enough friction to make her oncoming orgasm last forever. Mac didn't want to come too quickly. There was no need to rush this, to rush him. No need at all. Instead, she ran the vibe over her labia and gently brushed her clit before positioning it at her entrance again. The sensation made Mac throw her head back and closed her eyes as she gave in to him. 'Harm' knelt before her and with his tongue stroked her fully before placing a soft kiss on her clit. He then moved in and completely surrendered to her, licking her relentlessly, causing her to lose control under his touches.
Mac moved the vibe right over her clit and grabbed tightly to the arm of the chair as she increased the speed. The mini-vibes magic sent a feeling coursing from head to toe. She wasn't in JAG ops anymore. She was there, in his bed. And he was doing these wondrous things to her.
PART 2
2355 Zulu
JAG Headquarters
Falls Church, Virginia.
"Commander, could you please start working on the budget." Harm mocked as he headed to his office. Once he arrived, he cursed under his breath as he remembered the report to be on the Admiral's desk. He hadn't been doing much that evening, just playing guitar, anything that would occupy his mind and make him forget that Mac wasn't his. She wasn't anyone else's, if she was true to her word. She did tell him earlier in the week that she and Webb were through. However, that didn't make her his and that thought alone frustrated the hell out of him.
When he walked into the bullpen, Harm saw a soft glow emanating from Mac's office. 'What the hell is she doing her so late?' He thought to himself as he walked past her office and to the Admiral's to pick up the work. On the way back out, he put the folders on Harriet's desk and fought with whether or not he should check up on Mac. Would she be angry? Upset? 'To hell with it.' He thought, as he picked up the folders again, and tried to force himself to go home. However, a certain sound brought him back to the reality that Sarah MacKenzie was all alone in JAG ops.
Again, Harm put the files on Harriet's desk and tried to peak through the blinds. He couldn't see much, but he could swear that Mac was sitting on a guest chair, pleasuring herself? "No way!" he said under his breath and managed to make out her head thrown back. He knew that it was wrong, but how could he resist?
Quietly, Harm opened the door to Mac's office and walked in. Everything that he thought he had seen was indeed happening. The sound that he had heard was the buzzing of what could only be a vibrator. It's owner, by the look of her face, was having the time of her life. Harm leaned up against her desk and watched as she was oblivious to the world. Her jacket and blouse were slightly opened, giving him just a glimpse of white lace and a bit of flesh. Her skirt was hiked up high enough for her to gain access to herself, but not high enough for him to marvel in the beauty that was Sarah MacKenzie. Her panties, were discarded on the floor beneath her. She was still in heels and, he finally got the answer to something he had been wondering about. Knee highs or full nylons. Mac was a knee high kind of girl. That thought alone brought an urge through him.
He caught his breath when he heard the primal moan that escaped Mac. Followed by a groan and another moan. She was beautiful that way, hair roused up, skin moist, head thrown back in a heat wave of passion. He was so jealous of the man that had gotten her in that state and never thought that she would be fantasizing about him until he heard his name on her lips.
"Harm!! Oh God. . . Harm!" She cried out, gripping tighter to the arm of the chair, tightening her muscles so that the orgasm would come to completion. When it did, she held on and awaited another. "Harm. . . God I want you. . . Harm." She kept her eyes closed tightly and she swore, she swore that he was really there with her, loving her body. Giving her the ultimate kiss that could be given and not stopping even when her body was drowning in passion. He was incredible, she always knew that he would be.
Harm's jaw went slack as he heard his name on her lips. And if he had any doubt to whom she was 'with', she had repeated his name over and over again. It was him! She wanted him. Not Clay, not anyone else. . . him. A feeling of relief came over Harm and he realized what it was he had to do. If she really wanted him THAT badly, she would have him, no questions asked. He was very willing to give himself to her.
His heart filled with emotions that he didn't know existed when he heard he come one more time. She'd turn the vibe off and her head was thrown back lazily against the back of the chair. That is when he heard her, loud and clear. "I love you, Harm. . . I love you so much. . ."
Grinning, Harm came between he legs and knelt down. He hiked her skirt up enough so that he could gain access to her. Once he did, he took over the task from the mini-device and started tasting her. Closing his eyes, he worked around her lips, savoring the moisture of her as if it were a fine wine. His tongue darted out and entered her, penetrating her folds.
Mac arched her back and gave into him, to the sensations and the raw need to have him do things like that to her. She kept her eyes closed tightly as she let this fantasy be carried on. When he licked her clit, Mac let out a loud moan that echoed around JAG ops. It wasn't until her vibrator fell to the floor that she snapped out of it and realized that Harm was really there. It wasn't a fantasy, it was real.
Harm heard the vibe fall to the floor, it's battery spilling out and rolling under the small table in Mac's office. Still, he kept tasting her, eliciting these wondrous sounds from her. As he was about to lick harder, he felt her pull away and move her skirt back down to it's normal level. Grinning, he looked up at her to find this look of anger and embarrassment in her eyes. "What are you doing?" She said with her still breathy voice.
"Well." He began, flyboy grin in check. "I thought you needed some help."
Mac looked around and came back to the realization that she was, indeed in JAG ops. "Wha. . .What are you doing here?" She asked, standing up and composing herself as best she could. She picked the vibe up from the floor and tucked it back into it's bag.
Harm just sat on the floor and looked up at her, giving her a sheepish grin as she tried to act like nothing had just happened. As if he didn't catch her, enjoying her body. "The Admiral called and I came looking for the budget report."
"Well, it isn't between my thighs." She countered, slipping the velvet bag into her purse before she turned around and glared down at him and snatched her panties which he was dangling from his index finger. That too got stuffed into her purse.
He knew he should have wiped that stupid grin from his face, but he couldn't. Harm was enjoying this way too much. "I kinda preferred what's between your thighs to the budget report, Mac."
"Look, Harm. . This never happened." Sighing deeply, she felt the hot tears that were about to slide over her cheeks. The tears she was praying not to shed. "Swear to me you won't tell anyone. . . swear it."
Sighing, Harm came to his feet and tried to ignore the pain in his groin from his jeans. "I swear."
"Good." She nodded, grabbed her purse and made her way into the bullpen.
Harm stood there for a moment, feeling like a total jerk for doing what he did. Then, her words came back to him. Words of love and a desire that she held deep within. It was then that he ran after her. He caught up to Mac as she was revving up the engine of her Corvette. "Mac! Wait!" He yelled, and ran up to the side of the car. "I know your secret. . I heard you call my name."
"Harm. . don't read more into it. . . it wasn't real." She countered, trying to stop the heartbreak that she was sure he would put her through.
Harm shook his head. "It was real. . . and damnit, Sarah. . . I want you too. . . And tonight, because I can't wait anymore. . .I can't."
Mac opened the door and got out of the car. She moved a step towards Harm and a second later, he was crushing her against the Corvette. Greedy hands taking in as much of her as he could and even a bit more. He took her breath away once, twice, three times before her brain could start functioning again. "My place. . . right now." She ordered as she walked around and got into the passenger's side.
Harm stood there and watched, his brain kicking in and telling him to drive. He slid into her car, adjusted the seat and before long, was off to her apartment.
PART 3
0125 Zulu
Mac's Apartment
Georgetown
They barely made it into the apartment before Mac had Harm pinned up against the back of her door. The loud 'thud' of their bodies slamming into it in unison, making them both chuckle between kisses. The ride home had been horrible for him and his pleasure filled torture was evident in the strain of his pants. As punishment for watching her at the office, Mac did everything possible to tease Harm on the way home. He enjoyed that playful side of her that he'd rarely seen. Especially in a year that was so strained and hurtful, it was a welcomed change.
Mac took of his jacket and then pulled off the long sleeve t-shirt, tossing both articles on the floor. She kissed him hard on the lips before trailing downward to his adam's apple. She stepped back away from him for a moment and admired his physique and how well he kept his body. A body she was now allowed to touch and play with.
Harm leaned against the door as she started moving her hands over the planes of his chest, taking in every ripple of muscle that lay in her path. She ran he hands over his washboard abs and stopped just short of the waistband of his jeans. She giggled mischievously when he groaned against her actions. He needed to be freed and freedom was just centimeters away from her fingers.
The sound of fabric being unzipped caused a lick of desire over both of them. Never was such a plain sound so intoxicating. It held a promise of things to come and an evening that would intertwine their lives forever.
Mac turned around and arched her back against Harm's chest. He brought his hands over her thighs and ran then upward until he was able to start undoing each of the buttons and the tie. She leaned up against him and sought out his mouth with her own, kissing him deeply, urging him to continue. She felt the thick fabric fall away from her body and was assaulted with a rush of cold air that made her shiver. Harm's strong arms came around her body and he held her to him as the kisses deepened.
A moment later, Mac moved her arms behind her back and tucked her fingers into the waist band of his jeans. She slid downwards, with her back still to him, bringing the denim over his thighs and down to the floor. He stepped out of them and moved forward to bring her back into his arms. He needed the contact and the friction.
Harm turned her over in his arms and brought his hands to her backside where he unzipped her skirt and left her before him in only her bra. The panties had long been discarded. He reached around and took care of the bra as well, leaving her completely naked before him. He stepped back just a bit to admire her body. She took very good care of herself. Every curve, every point of her body was perfect. "You're beautiful, Sarah." He said, causing her to blush from head to toe.
"I'm. . .well. .. Thank you." She said, fidgeting as she watched his eyes take her in. She moved forward and took off the remaining article of clothing before she too stood back and marveled at the site of him. "You are too." His cock beaconed her to touch so she did as it commanded. She took a firm hold of him and jerked her hand along the length of his shaft. She stopped at the tip and gave it a light stroke before moving forward and fusing their mouths together once again. As they kissed, Mac ran her hand faster against his cock, making it even harder. She played with the throbbing flesh as his own fingers penetrated her folds, seeking out the warm wetness of her.
Harm felt his release nearing but he couldn't stop it. So he gave in to the feel of her hands on his member and leaned against the door so that his knees would not buckle from the sensation. Before long he was spent and breathing heavily. Mac took his hand and lead him through the apartment and to her bedroom. She closed the door behind them and laid down in the bed giving him a sexy pose that he could just see through the dimness of the city lights that shone inside her apartment. He joined her on the bed a moment later.
Mac wrapped her arms around him and held on as he moved up against her body. He savored the way her flesh tasted, nibbled her earlobe before turning his attention back to her swollen lips. His mouth came over her breasts again and as he licked circles around one nipple, his hand played with the other, tugging and teasing, making her groan in ways that he'd only witnessed in fantasies. He kissed his way down and brought his head between her thighs so that he could finish what he'd started at the office. His tongue dipped into her before giving a lengthy lick to her clit.
Mac held tightly to the sheets as, within minutes, he was making her come. The reality was so much better than the fantasy. Harm was incredible. Her body thrashed under his, her head lolled against the sheets, and he continued until her body gave up an orgasm stronger than those he witnessed at the office. "I want you inside me." She pleaded, pulling him upward so that his body covered her own.
Harm knelt between her thighs and inched his length into her. Before she could take him all the way in, he stopped and slid out again, teasing her. Mac's groan of frustration amused him greatly but soon, he had to give into her. He settled himself against her and slid himself all the way in, amazed that he could take all of her. He allowed for her to adjust to the intrusion and let her set the pace. Kneeling between her thighs, he trusted in and out of her. Each stroke becoming faster and more intense.
Mac reached out and pulled him down to her. She wrapped her athletic thighs around his waist and, if possible, moved him deeper into her. She grinded her hips against his own and met him stroke for stroke, thrust for thrust. Their eyes remained focus on one another and neither broke eye contact until she felt the wave start to take her under again. She closed her eyes, leaned back and gave into the pleasure. Her muscles gripped his member tighter as she rode out one wave of orgasm and jumped onto the other. "Sarah. . . Oh God Sarah." Harm said, as he lost himself in her. He gave her everything that he had and fought against coming too soon. He wanted to come with her and watch what he could do to her.
Soon enough, they were both coming together. Mac's fingernails dug deep into the skin of his back which only heightened his orgasm. He spilled his hot seed into her, and continued to thrust into her until his body could move no more. Beads of sweat covered both of their bodies. Mac was still wrapped tightly around him, holding him to her for eternity and even longer if she could.
They stayed that way for nearly a half hour before the coolness of the evening had invaded the warmth of their bodies. Harm moved off of Mac and was reaching over to try and cover them both with the comforter when he felt her hand on his chest, pushing him down to the mattress below. She gave him a mischievous look as she reached over at the nightstand and took out a fabric of sorts.
Mac swung one leg over his torso and straddled his waist. She held a scarf in her hands which she ran over Harm's chest, which caused goose bumps to appear over his skin. Harm stretched his arms up over his head and took a hold of the iron headboard. He looked towards it and then back towards Mac who was still teasing his chest with her scarf. "I dare you." He said, in a sensual voice that caused shivers over every inch of her skin.
"You sure?" Mac asked, with curiosity in her eyes. At his nod, she leaned over him and began securing his wrists to the iron. "Let me know if it's too. . .Oh God." She said, closing her eyes tightly when his mouth sought out her breasts. She let him play before she secured him against the headboard.
"Be gentle." He said with a smirk, but had the outmost trust in the woman that was with him. He watched as she licked her lips and leaned forward. She started by kissing his forehead, cheeks, the tip of his nose. She avoided his lips and kissed his neck, licking his throat. As she left her mark on his neck, her hips grinded against his cock and she could feel him start to grow hard again. She was amused at the effect that she had on him.
Mac moved herself lower so that she could lean over and play with his nipples. Her tongue ran circles around each hard pebble. Harm held on to the fabric and the iron as every lick he felt settling to the better part of his anatomy. He raised his head only to find her eyes fixing on his own. Her tongue darted out and licking a slow, smoldering trail down past his abdomen and lower. He gasped when she licked at the tip of him. She swirled her tongue around the mushroomed tip as her hand cupped his balls and gently kneaded at him.
Again, Harm caught his breath when her mouth took him firmly. She sucked at him and stroked at the same time. "Mac. . ." Was the only warning that he could give her. Though he loved the feeling of her mouth on him, he wanted to be inside her when he came, to explode with her all over again. As if she could read his mind, Mac let go of him and moved herself upward on his body. She eased him into her and started moving her lower torso in an almost, dance like manner.
Mac slowly grinded against him, giving him a sensation that he'd never felt before. She gripped him from within and then started moving up and down. As she did, she leaned over and kissed his lips fully. The rhythm of their kisses mirroring the rhythm of their love making.
Harm watched in awe as she threw her head back and thrust herself against him. She held onto his shoulders and gave in to the orgasm that took a hold of the both of them. And then, they were spent again. Her warm body blanketed his own. Soon, she sat up and removed his bindings, grateful to have him lose and able to wrap his arms around her. The moved off the bed, just long enough for Mac to pull away the covers and start up the heater. "Sliding into bed together, they both fell into each others embrace. Harm held her tight against him and struggled with the once piece that was missing from their union. Something that he needed to say an she needed to hear. "I love you too, Sarah." He whispered in the darkness. "I love you."
PART 4
Monday
1115 Zulu
JAG Headquarters
Falls Church, Virginia
They were both running late and it was both their fault. The whole weekend, Harm and Mac spent together wrapped up with one another. They'd made love most of Saturday and Sunday except for the times they were eating or on Sunday and Monday morning when they went running. Mac, even though she had an internal alarm to go with her internal clock, had overslept. Simply put, a certain sailor had kept her very occupied most of the night. It didn't help that at 3:30am, that same sailor was seducing her again. And of course, since she'd been denied that sailor for so long, she couldn't help but give in. They'd made love slowly that time as it wasn't for passion, but just for the feeling of being connected that such a simple action could bring. She woke up tired but so satisfied that she was glowing when she entered JAG ops and everyone could see it.
"Rabb, MacKenzie. . . my office, now!" The Admiral yelled as his two senior officers headed out of the kitchen with coffee in their mugs. Harm and Mac just looked at each other and shrugged before heading into their CO's office. After being instructed to close the hatch and sit down, the Admiral did some light chewing of their sixes for being late and missing staff call. "Now, Commander. . . did you get a chance to do much with the budget this weekend?"
Harm cleared his throat and shook his head. "Ah, no sir. . .to be honest, I was tied up for sometime during the weekend."
Mac, the only other person that caught his innuendo resisted the urge to bust out laughing in the office. She show him a hellish glare when Harm smirked her way.
The Admiral watched the interaction between the two and immediately knew. Turning towards the window, he smiled and then cleared his throat. "I want you to start on it today and have the Colonel help you out. . . that's all. . dismissed."
"Aye, aye, sir." Harm and Mac said in semi-unison before heading out.
"I couldn't have killed you for that tied up, comment, Harm." She told him as they headed into her office.
Harm chuckled. "Well, it was true. . . And I enjoyed every minute of it."
She shook her head and her eyes lit up as his own met hers. "Well, I have work to do, so I'll see you for lunch?"
"Count on it. . . and you are coming to my place later." He added.
"Count on it." Mac repeated and watched as her flyboy sauntered out of her office whistling "Anchors Away." She sighed contently. Finally, something happened between them and it was wonderful.