Okay! So... this is the part 2, of my Witches of Gulfport ficlet chapter of Disruptions - Read that first!
Witches Of Gulfport
Mac dropped onto her bed at her NCO quarters with an audible sigh. She was tired, lonely and absolutely hated moonlighting as CPO Bonnie Johnson . To top it off, the man they were investigating made his intentions clear when he tried to come into her quarters and spend the night. He had a way with words and a method of speaking that could cause an unsure woman to give in.
The man was a charmer, hiding behind the mystique of religion in order to seduce. His allure lived in the spoken word, the way the man weaved a tapestry that made her want to listen, like a stage performer.
'You wanna be with him?' Merker had asked when Mac had absentmindedly slipped the engagement ring back to her right hand just before that evenings gathering. She needed that anchor to somehow put some perspective into the conversation she had with Harm - another conversation that lead nowhere.
'Yes.'
'But you can't.'
'No.' And at that moment she would have given anything to go back in time, assert her feelings to Harm and make him see that she loved him. When she stared down at the ring she took it for what it really was - a noose.
Ever since there last conversation, Mac had conveniently avoided Harm - her cover gave her the luxury to do so. It was easier than try to make sense of it all, the confirmation that he was not seeing Diane when he looked at her. It wouldn't matter anyway, she had Mic and…
"But, I'm in love with Harm." She stated outloud staring at the ring sadly. "Damn." She finally slipped the ring off, dropping it next to her nightstand alongside CPO Johnson's dog tags.
After a long, hot shower, Mac slipped into a silky bra and panty set, something that made her feel sexy, womanly and a stark difference to the uniform she usually wore. Mic would call her, he had every night since her return to the states, some of the calls turning sexually heated. Her long distance relationship with Mic often led to phone sex which left her wanting more just not of him. Because when she touched herself, it was Harm that she was seeing not Mic. It was Harm - her fantasy lover.
And they'd been doing a lot of it lately; the phone sex, a way to unwind and she had bought the sexy undergarments to make it all a little more fun, to pretend. Hopefully Mic could take her mind off of Harm and their past conversation. Specifically, his question. 'Do you love him?'
"Oh, Harm." If only he knew...
When the cell phone rang, she stretched out to grab it speaking before he did, "Quick, ask me what I'm wearing."
"Uh." Harm pulled his cellphone away from his ear and glanced at it, wondering if he'd dialed the wrong number. He had gone for a run around the base and wanted to check in with Mac and make sure she was safe. He knew she could handle herself, but it was the impropriety of Merker that scared him. She was a beautiful woman, what if he forced himself on her? He almost wished she hadn't taken the assignment.
And then there was there conversation and the heart-wrenching revelation that Mac thought he was still seeing Diane. There was another revelation, one that Harm was sure she let slip out in a moment of weakness: Mac wasn't in love with Mic.
And, just like that the weight of the last several months lifted like a dark cloud giving way to blue skies. If she didn't love Mic, that left some hope for them.
"Hello?"
"Mac?"
"Mic?" No, that didn't sound like him, it couldn't be. It wouldn't be. Oh God.
"No, it's Harm." He said on a dry chuckle, smuggly amused that he may have interrupted a little phone sex between her and the Aussie. Good. "Sorry to interrupt."
"Oh God." Mac was mortified, face flushing a deep red that he knew… or suspected that she and Mic… "Oh God…"
"You say that during sex, not before...Maybe even after." He offered, knowing that if she were standing in front of him she'd slap that shit eating grin off his face.
"Stop it." She admonished, hating that he could crawl under her skin so easily. The man had a way with her buttons, knew which one to push so effortlessly and it drove her mad. "Why are you calling me anyway?" Mac couldn't help the tone of her voice or how rude she sounded.
Harm sighed, "Well, I wanted to make sure that you were alright, safe." She didn't answer immediarely and it made the hair on the back of his neck spike up. He knew where she was on the base and if something had happened, he would come to her in an instant. "Mac? Are you okay? Did that bastard…"
"I'm fine, Harm. I promise." Mac couldn't stay angry with him not after he seemed so concerned for her welfare, not when she loved him as much as she did. It was good to hear his voice, to see him after so many days apart. She just wished things could be different between them, that he would be hers. "I'm just settling in for the night. What are you up to? You sound out of breath." She heard his breath catch and the long exhale that came after.
"Just got back from a run. I probably should hop in the shower." There was still sweat clinging to him, the heat and humidity making him drenched within the first half mile. For reasons he couldn't explain, Harm couldn't stop the words that came out of his mouth.
"Sooo... What are you wearing, Mac?" She heard Harm ask over the line with a voice that dropped to a slow, husky tone.
She would have laughed nervously at the question if her hand hadn't already begun traveling south, slipping under the silk panties she wore. "Matching blue silk bra and panty set."
Harm hadn't thought about his question, it had meant to be a joke but, when he heard her breath hitch he knew she was more than willing. "Boxers only." He replied to her, making quick work of the t-shirt and shorts that he wore as he dropped onto the top sheets of the bed in the VOQ.
Mac's heart skipped a beat at the thought of him laying in bed wearing only his boxers. His muscular chest exposed and there for the taking as he laid back against the pillows, his body covered with sweat from his run. She imagined herself sitting next to him, hand grazing over the expanse of his chest, the peppering of hair tickling her palm. "Mmm, what next?" She wasn't aware that she'd been speaking until Harm had groaned.
"Where's your hand, Mac?" When she didn't answer immediately, he gripped the phone harder out of fear that he'd gone too far. "Mac?"
"Yeah?"
"Are you... are you touching yourself?"
It had been almost automatic, the way her hand had traveled under her panties and lightly stroked with an even pressure. How he knew made her aroused, the evidence was on her fingers. "Yes. Ever since you asked what I was wearing."
Harm swallowed hard at her admission and bit back a groan. He could feel himself begin to swell just at the thought of her laying in bed in just underwear, her hand stroking her curls. "Are you wet?"
Her mouth went dry when he asked. "Y-Yes."
And then, much to her chagrin, Harm made her stop. "Stop. I want you to take your bra off."
"Okay."
"No Mac. Go slow" He chastised when he heard the rustling. If he were there he would have removed the material slowly, letting it drop from her arms and exposing those breasts he'd had fantasies of late. He imagined Sarah MacKenzie was deliciously sexy while topless. Her full breasts resting on her ribcage without any offending material trapping them. How he wanted to touch her, run his palms over taught nipples before taking one into his mouth.
Harm longed to know how she tasted, to hear her whimper when his mouth released her. He imagined her begging him to touch and tease and his groin once again tighten at the thought of her naked beneath him. "Go slow. Just follow my lead."
"Yes, sir." She laughed, a rich throaty sound that made him groan.
"Focus, Marine." He chastised all the while grinning. "Take your hand and run your fingers from your neck down between your breasts."
She did the action, moving her hands slowly down her skin and stopping at the bottom of her ribcage. "Take one breast into your hand while your thumb runs over the nipple."
God, where they really doing this? She wondered how far they would get before one of them would stop and yet, Mac followed his directions. She let her mind wander, letting her believe that it was his hands on her carefully bring her to arousal.
Under his guidance, Mac pinched her nipple, rolled it between her fingers and tugged as Harm begin to detail his actions. "Feel my mouth on your breast, my tongue swirling around your nipple making it hard."
"Oh…" She moaned and touched herself feeling the delicious tingling between her legs increase just by the tone of his voice. Sultry, gravely his words weaving images into her mind with that sexy bedroom voice.
He instructed Mac to move her hand lower, her nails to graze over her abdomen making her muscles clench and contract. With one hand she was still gripping to phone almost painfully when Harm pushed her over the edge. "Slide your hand into your panties...touch yourself."
On his side of the base, Harm had pulled his boxers low on his hips exposing his growing erection. His hand moved slowly up and down the shaft all the while imagining her hand on him. "Oh God, Mac." He said, once he heard her breathing shift, the shallow breaths and soft mews that told him she was pleasuring herself. "Are you wet?"
"Yes."
His breathing was coming or short clips, matching her own so that his voice came out in a ragged breath. "How wet?"
"My panties… they're soaked." She confessed, grinning when he groaned. "Are you touching yourself, sailor?"
"Yes."
Mac's hand stopped suddenly and she heatedly wondered what it would feel like to wrap her lips around his cock. The control she'd have over him, slowly drawing out his pleasure until he called her name. "Pretend it's me." Mac said almost desperately in a voice I didn't quite sound like her own.
He was surprised considering he practically had to beg Renee for oral sex. Most of the time she went through the motions, clearly not enjoying the act at all. As of late. he just stopped asking for it, what was the point if she dkdn't enjoy herself? Thoughts if Mac, her lips lowering over his erection made his hips buckle. "You want to?"
Yes. Oh, yes. "I wanna take you into my mouth, lick every inch, suck you."
"Oh God, Sarah." His hand was moving faster now, pumping up and down and a quick pace as his orgasm began to build. Harm gripped the phone harder. He wanted to be there with her so badly. "I want to touch you, slip my hand into your panties, slide my fingers over your wet skin."
"Harm..Oh, yes..." Mac moved her fingers between her folds moistening them with wet heat. She brought her finger over her bud, slowly making circular motions as she thought of her mouth pleasuring him.
"I want to slide my finger inside you, move in and and in and out." Harm said, making Mac's fingers mimic his words. "My thumb would brush over your clit barely touching you. And then I'd slide in another finger."
"Ooh." Those long fingers of his, moving inside her, stroking intimately. Curling up to hit her sweet spot. Mac was sure he'd turn her into a quivering mesh if he had the chance. "Harm!"
Her climax took Mac by surprise, it was like a tsunami that came out of nowhere. She rode the wave, still pleasing herself, moving slowly now as her body convulsed from the aftershocks...
"Mac? Mac? You still there, Marine?" Harm was trying to regulate his breathing, come down from his own high when he heard a thud followed by a muffled curse and then the line went dead. "Sarah?"
"Harm?" The phone had fallen out of her hand when she was gripped in the final throes of passion. It hit the floor and skidded a couple of feet away out of Mac's reach. Once she retrieved it, she called his name into the receiver only to find that there was no one there.
Dejectedly, she sat on the edge of the bed staring at the phone and wondering what the hell had possessed them to engage in such an intimate act. Her body was still sensitive, the pressure between her legs still prevalent and dammit did she want him. Not Mic...Harm.
She expected that some time during the act, he'd come to his senses, disgusted they would ever get carried away in such a fashion. Mac thought of calling him back but a dark thought advised her against it.
A knock on Mac's door, forced her to stop the wayward thoughts and she quickly slipped into her robe before opening it. She truly expected Chief Merker to be on the opposite side, the man was like a dog with a bone and she was on his radar. It wasn't Merker.
"Mac." Harm held his hand out to her, his fist wrapped around three daisies that he'd plucked from the flower bed outside of the VOQ. "Do you love him?"
"No...But, I do love you."
"Thank you God." Harm was on her in an instant, the flowers falling somewhere on the floor as his foot kicked closed her door. He backed her up into the edge of bed, his mouth never leaving hers as they kissed deeply and passionately. She wasn't naked like he expected and he took pleasure in knowing he could strip those panties off of her.
His hands parted her robe and slipped over her hips and then upwards grazing the bottom of her breast. Harm's fingers traveled up the swells to her shoulders so that he could push the robe off leaving Mac completely topless. He pushed her into bed, his body following hers only for them to continue kissing. Their tongues touched and meshed, hands explored each others bodies.
Mac tugged at the running shirt which he'd put on inside out and backwards, the tag sticking out of the front - a sign that he'd haphazardly thrown them on and rushed to her. "I want you feel your skin against mine."
"Oh God, yes." Harm helped her pull the offending material off tossing it aside and then lowering himself so that he settled between her parted thighs. "I can't pretend I don't want you anymore." He said against her throat and thrn his tongue ran over the sensitive skin where her shoulder and neck met. It made her groan, a sound that was throaty and sexy and only made him harder.
He ground the evidence of his arousal against her, catching her moan when his mouth once again claimed hers. One of his hands moved down her body, over one breast and not stopping until it slipped over her panties to find that they were, indeed, soaked. "Oh Mac."
He parted her folds through the fabric and she bucked against his hand craving the touch of his fingers on her bare skin. "All I kept thinking was how you'd taste." To make his point, he slid down her body, kissing and licking a trail of fire until he brought his head between her thighs.
"Tell me what you want, Sarah." He gave her covered sex a long lick and had to use his hands on her hips to keep Mac from buckling.
"I want your mouth on me, your tongue inside me." She gasped when he touched her again, his fingers still teasing through the fabric. "Harm, please…"
Harm hooked his fingers on the elastic of her panties and tugged them down pulling them off her legs. That's when he spotted it, the tattoo that he'd been curious about for two years. "A rose, huh?" He said as his index finger began to trace the outline.
It was inked in her pubic area. An inch away from her right hip bone a blood red rose bloomed. His finger moved delicately over each petal that had been etched so perfectly it looked real. "We met in a rose garden." She said by way if an answer, blushing furiously when he caught the meaning in her eyes. "I never had the guts to go through with it. Until one day, I did."
The rose was simply beautiful, designed by the artist with such care as not to mar Mac's soft skin. She'd been drawn to the design, the femine contours, the striking red color. Only Mac hadn't realized why she liked the flower so much until she thought of her partner. The man who saved her life. The man she was falling in love with.
Mac's breath caught when his lips replaced his finger. He moved them slowly over the design noticing the contrast between her soft skin and the rough ink. Harm's tongue soon joined, licking down the same trail his lips had followed.
She squirmed under his touch, the gentle caresses that had her more aroused than she'd ever been. "Harm." She begging for him to stop the teasing and for him to touch her where she really wanted that tongue of his.
Grinning, he brought his head up to look at her. Her head was against the pillows, eyes closed and a few droplets of sweat had begun to form. From his vantage point he could see her breast resting against her ribcage, nipples straining to be touched. "Those pictures don't do you justice...You're so beautiful, Sarah."
Her eyes opened, locking onto his gaze as Harm's head moved between her parted thighs. His mouth settled against her, tongue slipping out to part her swollen flesh. As he tasted her, his tongue lapped her essence, moving methodically over every contour.
Gripping her hips, Harm pulled Mac closer to him as he feasted on her sex, her taste making him want to outright plunge into her. One long finger moved along her wet slit, moistening so that Harm could slip it inside her. "Harm...Oh God."
He was still hard from their tryst over the phone and had remained that way even though he'd orgasmed hearing Mac do the same. But this, his exploration of her was making his erection strain so damned painfully. Her hips lifted off the bed once his mouth closed over her clit, sucking gently, increasing the pressure as his fingers moved within.
"Oh...My. God." This climax was much more villent than thr one before - that kind which was earth shattering, made you see blinding colours as violins chirpped in the back ground kind of orgasm. Mac tried not to scream and needed to grab a pillow in order to muffle the sounds which she could no longer hold back. The man was lethal with his tongue in the courtoom of course he'd be just as good in bed.
Before she could come down from her high, she felt the bed shift, the matress depress and when she raised her head up Harm was kneeling between her thighs, stroking his impressively large erection. He was breathing hard, a sheen of sweat covering that gorgeous body of and the look in his eyes… Christ, they'd taken that stormy hue again, a clear indication of unbridled desire.
He plunged into her without warning, the officer and a gentleman fading away to just a man who needed and wanted a woman so badly he couldn't stop himself. Harm slid home in one smoothe movement, stopping only so that Mac could shift under him and accomodate his girth. She was tight and her walls clenched around him like a glove. It took all of his will power not to pound into her and take her, make her his. "Mac...Sarah?"
And he remained impossibly still, the strain of staying upright above her making a fresh sheen of sweat break out on his skin. Then she moved, rolling her hips upwards so that his cock buried deeper into her. "I want this, Harm. So much." Her declaration was the encouragement he needed and after a quick kiss on her lips Harm pulled out almost all the way and then moved into her again.
He was still teasing her, moving impossibly slow so that she groaned in frustration. Mac would have smacked that flyboy grin off of his face if she didn't want him so much. And she was bursting to feel him move within her, fast and frantic - explosive. "Harm!" She admonished when he pulled out completely and rubbed the tip of penis along her folds. When he pushed inside her again, this time almost effortlessly, her legs wrapped high on his waist, trapping him against her. "Faster, fly boy."
"Aye, ma'am." That flyboy grin went up in wattage once he moved deep into Mac again.
An hour later, Mac woke up to find herself nestled in someone's arms. For a moment, and it was a brief one, she believed to be back in Australia, still with Mic and pretending to be happy. It was the pleasurable ache of her core and the brush of his breath on her shoulder that confirmed just the opposite - she was with Harm.
He shifted slightly behind her, moving his body closer so that she could feel the hard planes of his chest pressed against her back. "I have to get going." Harm said sleepily. "It won't look good for CPO Johnson to have an officer sneaking out of her quarters." He really shouldn't have come to her that night but, he needed to - it was the only shot he had left of being with Mac.
Mac's arms tightened around his when Harm went to move. "Stay a little longer?"
"How about forever?" He asked quietly, a hint of trepidation in his voice.
She felt a weight lift off her shoulders and the pain that had been etched in her heart since he left to re-join a fighter squadron began to ease. "Forever. I like the sound of that."
...
Meanwhile in Australia...One week later.
For days Sarah had been avoiding his calls but, Mic was too busy with work to be allowed time off to venture to the States. He figured a permanent move was required and would surprise Mac in hopes of making their engagement a reality. He wouldn't stop until she married him.
A package from Washington caught his attention as he perused his mail. He opened it first, tearing the top part of the yellow bubble mailer and spilling its contents onto the ktichen table. Out came a ring followed by a note scribbled in Sarah's handwriting across a page from a legal pad.
Mic didn't have to read the note to know it was a Dear John letter - a break up. He also didn't have to know that it was Harm that Sarah went to. He grabbed a beer out of his fridge and settled onto a chair, taking the ring in his hands. "Guess the better man won." Sarah would never be his.