Critical Condition.
"I'm also dressing." Mac yelled through the door not expecting Harm to reply, not at all. When he did a familiar ache settled some place primal.
"I can help with that too." His voice dripped with innuendo and there was no mistaking the words he said. This wasn't the same man that held back his feelings and emotions. Ever since Christmas he'd been openly flirty. His eyes would drink her in like he was suffering a thirst only she could quench.
This time she was the one holding back, unsure of this new territory and how far he was willing to take things. "C'mon Mac, open up."
She was still in her underwear, Marine issued and extremely utilitarian and unflattering. If and when he would see her skivies, Mac would have preferred the unnecessarily expensive kind from some downtown lingerie shop.
Plus, they were on an aircraft carrier with zillions of other military personnel which afforded them little time to...She stopped and laughed. Harm was too much an honorable officer for that.
Teasing him was still a viable option which is why Mac carefully opened the hatch and let him in. "Damn, Mac!" She had her back to him, fiddling with the ribbons on her blouse when she heard him drop the cranials he'd been carrying with an audible crash.
She fully expected him to back peddle, fumble with some silly excuse, mortified to see her in underwear. Mac never expected him to kiss her.
His brain went back online after several long seconds, enough to remind him to close and lock her door. Had it been a year earlier, hell, six months earlier Harm would have run away after begging for forgiveness.
However, this was a different version of him, the man waiting for a sign that she wanted more from him. He'd been patient, aching in his want of her out of fear she'd run away again. Clearly they were on the same page, in the same book, at the same time. He thanked God and every other deity known to man.
It took him one long stride to come up behind her, his hand caressing straight down her spine. He knew how sexy she was, had seen her in a bikini enough times to design some of the hottest fantasies he'd ever had. And yet, it was the drab green, Marine issued undies that rushed the breath right out of him.
His mouth came down to a spot on her neck where he pressed his lips as if this were familiar territory. From the way Mac moaned his name and arched her back into him, it was obviously something pleasurable.
His hands came around her front palming her breasts through the fabric of the bra. Almost instantly her nipples tightened, each peak becoming erect when his thumbs grazed over.
Wordlessly, she turned in his arms and brought his head down to fuse her lips with his own. It wasn't tentative or slow just all consuming, intense and good. Plus, it felt right...so damned right... that both of them forgot the location or the hustle and bustle of life aboard a carrier.
Harm backed Mac onto the small desk, his mouth never leaving hers even when his hands gripped her six and settled her on the surface. "God, how I want you." She said, as her hands fumbled with his belt and then moved to the button of his trousers and then the zipper.
Mac had become a wanton temptress, aching to feel him inside of her. She pulled down the pants and boxers down his hips just enough to watch his erection spring to life. Long and thick, he was down right impressive.
Her arousal seeped through her panties which grew wetter when his agile fingers stroked over the fabric making her moan his name.
As his fingers caressed her sex she pushed the vest off his shoulders and then began working down the buttons of his blouse, his gold wings making a soft 'clinking' sound as the cloth hit the ground. Mac gasped as Harm's fingers curled around the elastic of her panties and pulled them off in two quick movements, sliding them down her long, toned legs before stepping between them.
He kissed her again, the tip of his tongue touching her own as his fingers found her bare core wet and ready. "Oh, Mac." If she only knew how badly he burned for her, how badly he wanted to have her, to taste her. One long finger slipped between her folds and then pressed against sensitive nub forcing Mac to bite her tongue in order not to cry out.
"Now, Harm...I don't wanna wait anymore." She sais clenched around his fingers, pushing herself into him as her hand sought out and stroked his erection guiding him. "Please." Mac wasn't above begging at this point when they spent so many years denying their passion.
He inched into her impossibly slow, positioning the tip of him at her entrance and moving in and out. Harm was teasing her, assuring himself that they both wanted this. There was no turning back now, he knew and just didn't give a damn, it felt too good to be this close to her.
Harm nearly exploded when she fully sheathed him. The liquid warmth of her arousal allowing him to lose himself in her silky depths. He'd never been with a wiman without using protection and found the sensation to he almost too much.
For a moment he remained still looking Mac in the eye as he tried to stop the want to slam into her and rid himself of the pent up sexual tension that nearly drove him mad. His hands were on either side of the desk, gripping tightly as Mac's caressed his face and pulled him in for a kiss.
She urged him to move, a slow rocking of her hips that had him thrusting in and out of her, the 'wham' of the catapult and the endless noise from flight ops masking their cries of pleasure
He pressed his forehead against hers, trying to bring his breathing back under control when they were equally spent but not nearly sated. He wanted more, needed tike to explore each curve of her body, preferably on a bed. "This wasn't how I envisioned our first time." Harm said with a sheepish grin once he was able to breathe again.
"You've thought about our first time?"
"Endlessly." He said against her lips and then kissed Mac slowly, bringing to life another wave of desire that was making him harden inside her once again. "For the record...I love you, I have for a while."
"For the record, I love you too." Mac said, kissing him soundly.
