So, if you go to Synchronistic Musings, the last "chapter" is Harm and Mac playing a little paintball.
It's just a cute series of one shots of stuff my mind comes up with that don't fit anywhere BUT, can be used in a story at some point, maybe.
Sooooo... He may or may not have shot her six. ;) And then offers to kiss it better.
This is a little... uh... hotter than some of my other ones... keep your cold showers close folks. ;)
Oh these two!
Kiss It Better.
Mac was laying on her stomach, arms crossed and her tilted head resting on them. The mattress beneath her shifted, a sign that the man who was going to 'kiss it better' was ready to begin his little endeavor. She popped an eye open to find that Harm was still fully dressed, a stark comparison to her complete nakedness. He was rubbing an oily substance between his hands, grinning while staring at the darkening bruise he'd left on her six from their little paintball action. "You said kiss and make it better, sailor."
"I did, yeah. But, I think you deserve a little more than that." The oil was one of the types that warmed up when placed on the body and was flavored like strawberry and he made quick work of curving his hands just above her hip and then lowering his mouth to her six. He placed a barely there kiss on the affected area and felt Mac shiver when his hands moved up to stop on the sides of her breasts. "Easy, Marine. Nice and slow."
Damn the man. Every time he used that voice it made her quiver, made her ache and want him something awful. Sating their sexual tension years ago had done nothing to stave her want for this man, if possible, he turned her on more today than when they first met. She figured it was because he now knew her so well, the touches to specific parts of her body that lit her up like a five alarm fire. And then there were the other intimate touches which made her so wet and ready for him.
Even now, a gentle brush of his fingers on the sides of her breasts combined with the heat of his palms resting on her back made her yearn for him. His mouth came to the very center of her spine and a thumb trailed after leaving a heated line in its wake. "Mmmm." Warm, rough palms came up to her shoulders kneading the muscles using an even pressure and then stroking down. "Yeah, like that."
Harm's knees came to either side of her body straddling Mac as his hands continued to massage her shoulders. He leaned down, his hot breath making her shiver when he pressed a kiss to the shell of her ear and then nibbled on her lobe. "I know what you like." When he came back up to his knees, his hands dipped down to the sides of her breasts again, forcing a gasp out of her when he squeezed and released.
Slowly he moved down her spine, kissing her skin leaving tiny pink marks where he'd gently bite and make Mac's breath catch from the sensation. Harm's fingers would then follow along spreading warm oil wherever his mouth had been and then swirling his tongue over the strawberry tasting liquid. A heavy sigh escaped the back of her throat when Harm used a harder touch once he found a bundle of tight muscles. "You're good at that."
"I'm good at other things too." His palm skirted to her low back stopping just where it curved into her backside and then he lowered his head to kiss the bruise again. She did have the most lovely rounded six, apple shaped that he liked to grasp when they made love. They were perfectly shaped for the palm on his hands and he rather liked the visual when he slid into her from behind of her perfect six bouncing against his thighs. Harm groaned out as Mac raised her hips up slightly, enough to rub her backside against him. "You tryna turn me on, Marine?"
She tilted her head and grinned, wiggling against his groin and the feel of hard denim on sensitive skin. "I think you're already turned on, flyboy." To prove her point, Mac pushed herself against him harder forcing a low groan out of Harm. "Ouch!" She yelped as he bit down on her right cheek, the one not sporting the purplish bruise from a paintball round. "That wasn't nice." Although she moaned when he lightly ran his hands down and under stopping just above her curls.
"You're good enough to eat, Mac."
"Uh huh. You promised to kiss and make it better. There was nothing in that contract about biting." She sighed as he moved back and his mouth peppered kisses on the small of her back and then over one cheek and then another. He took great care with the bruise, circling his tongue over it giving the same treatment to his love bite. It really hadn't hurt much, it just took her by surprise.
"Come up to your knees." Damn, there was that tone again, deep and sensual, commanding and Mac found that she enjoyed when he took charge in the bedroom. Especially when he had that look. The sly, mischievous grin with an eyebrow raised daring her to challenge him.
She figured he would strip out of his clothing and sink into her from behind. From the tenting of his jeans Mac knew he was likely a few strokes away of being hard as a rock. Lord knows she was wet and ready herself, her core clenching with the ache to be stretched and filled.
Mac did as told and once on all fours he raised one of her legs and slid under her. Without warning his mouth came over her mound, a long, slow lick that pierced her folds and lapped her sensitive bud. "Harm!"
The smell of her heat beckoned him to taste and dip his tongue into her but he wanted more. He brought his hands around, gripping the front of her thighs to bring Mac's sex closer. Relentlessly he sucked at her the sensation so strong that her hands fisted the sheets beneath them. Underneath his palms Harm could feel her thighs start to quiver as if it took a great force to keep herself upright and so he slowed the motion of his mouth and lapped the juices flowing from her core.
She was moaning for him, breathing in erratic patterns as she pressed herself against his mouth. Over and over he alternated between long licks and a sucking motion that brought her so close only for him to slow again. "Harm please...finish it." She was too hot to stop herself from begging and the pressure had built so much it was almost painful when she sucked her clit and didn't stop until she came.
"Damn, Harm." Mac managed to just barely catch her breath when he rolled out from under her, and took their thickest pillow. "What are you doing, flyboy?" An eyebrow arched up curiously to be greeted with a mischievous grin when he dipped his hands under her hips and the lowered Mac down so her pelvis rested on the pillow. It elevated her six giving him a view that made his impossibly hard erection strain even more.
"Don't move." Harm commanded, quickly hopped off the bed and stripped out of the clothing he still wore. Her moans and sounds of pleasure were driving him mad with need, the taste of her on his lips, her scent on him had made his cock drip in anticipation.
Mac's heated gaze traveled down his body to the moistened tip and licked her lips in anticipation of tasting every last drop of him but, instead he crawled back on the bed stopping just behind her. A finger slipped past her wet lips expertly curling downwards to hit a spot that made her even wetter for him. "Oh god, Harm." What the man could do with those long fingers outta be a sin. She thought as his wickedly slow torture had her gripping the sheets again and pushing herself back against his hand.
Mac was already sensitive and so close to coming; a quivering mess under his touch when he pulled away completely much to her displeasure. The man had the nerve to chuckle at her groan of frustration and the way she bent back around to give him the evil eye. "Patience, Marine." Harm moved up close behind her positioning himself against her slick entrance. He pushed his hips forward and drew back, the tip of his cock barely making it inside of Mac forcing another frustrated groan.
"Oh!" She moaned once he pushed fully inside her and pulled out just as quickly. "Harm, please."
"Please what, Mac?" He pushed the tip inside, just enough so that she could feel the soft friction of barely there thrusts that toyed with every last bit of his control. He was going to enjoy this, the angle made her tighter, her sex wrapping around him like a glove whenver he entered her. Once again, he pushed his hips forward burying himself deep inside her as he bent down over her back to whisper in her ear. "Tell me what you want."
"Harder...I want it harder."
He moved his legs outside of hers, pressed her thighs closer together and pulled out again, still shallowly thrusting until Harm couldn't take his own teasing anymore. His hands came to her hips, pulling her back as he pumped in and out in longer deeper strokes which had Mac clenching tighter around him. "Touch yourself, Sarah."
"Mmmm...yes." She moved one hand between herself and the pillow fingers brushing her clit in a slow circling motion.
"Harder." He instructed and she did as told hitting her clit in fast flicks as he roughly pounded into her. Harm grunted when she clenched him, her sex greedily milking his cock, quivering as he slowed the pace and barely moved in an effort not to come too quickly. His inaction brought Mac up to her knees and with a gentle push he Harm urged her down to the mattress and pushed into her as deep as she would take him.
"Oh! Yes! Don't stop." He moved over her, keeping himself balanced on his bent arms. His chest was against her back, slick with heated sweat and Mac relished the feel of being pressed down beneath him and giving up control. Harm thrusted hard and deep, each motion making her call his name until she almost screamed from the intense pleasure of him buried in her and her fingers stroking. "Oh god, I'm gonna come!"
A few more touches over her clit and Mac was soon convulsing around him, her climax making her sex so much tighter Harm could no longer hold back. A mix of moans and groans rounded out the last thrust he was able to muster until he pulled out of her and flopped onto his back utterly exhausted.
His breathing was ragged and heavy and when turned his head, Harm found Mac was also trying to catch her breath. Her hand was still between her thigh, still riding out the last wave of orgasm and he couldn't find anything more sexy in this World than the 'just made love to' flushed face of Sarah MacKenzie.
"Damn…" Was the only word she could muster until eventually Mac was able to shift to her side and stare at the beautiful man laying next to her. He was starting to doze off, the heavy look in his eyes an indication that their little encounter left him exhausted. Grinning, she scooted closer to him, dropping her head on his shoulder and tugging the comforter over them. Damn did she love him.