ABOUT US 2: Surprise, Surprise 14/14
Author: LeE
e-mail: lee_81881@yahoo.com
Classification: Romance H/M
Disclaimers: JAG doesn't belong to me. It belongs to DPB and CBS. I'm just having some fun while procrastinating on homework...
Author's Note: Well, here's the last part. I really hope you've all enjoyed this story. I had a blast writing and posting, and I'd like to thank all of you who took the time to read. If you'd like the NC-17 version of this part, it will be posted at "shipperhm" and "jaghm", and later on at BTL Archive. If you're not a member of those lists, e-mail me and I'll gladly send it your way when I receive a statement that you're 18 or older. And before I forget, a million thanks to my amazing betas, who stuck with me on this one. You guys are the greatest!!! Well, enjoy!! ... LeE
*From Part 13*
A few minutes later, she heard his even breathing, telling her he'd drifted off to sleep. For the next few hours, she just watched him, listened to the sounds he made, paid attention to the way he slightly shifted every so often, the way he held her, never relinquishing in his protective embrace.
"Love you...Mac" he murmured in his sleep and she smiled as he pulled at her pajama top with his uninjured arm, wanting to bring her closer, nearer. She watched in amazement the frustration on his face as he fought in his unconscious state to position her where he wanted her, using his only good arm. A few more tugs, and she ended up practically sprawled on top of him, and she wanted to laugh. Her Sailor was the cutest thing when he slept.
She'd never let any man before hold her that way. In fact, the time she'd spent with Mic, it was always him who woke up on her side of the bed, never her on his. But Harm was different. The warmth of his embrace was too hard to resist, and even unconsciously, she found herself reaching for him, needing to feel him near. What was it about him that held such power over her? What was it about him that made her say and do things she'd never thought she would? What was so mystifying about him that she could watch him for hours and never tire? Harmon Rabb, Jr. was a puzzle, and she was willing to spend the rest of her life putting it together, piece by piece, step by step.
*Part 14 Conclusion*
TWO WEEKS LATER
HARM'S APARTMENT
NORTH OF UNION STATION
2114 EST
After a nice enjoyable dinner, Harm and Mac sat together, snuggled up in his couch. It had been a hard two weeks for them both. Harm was still not a hundred percent recovered, but he walked without a cane, and his arm was out of the sling. He remembered clearly the first time they'd been like this at his apartment. That night before he had left for the Patrick Henry on "Webb's" mission. The smell of her shampoo was still the same; the feel of her soft hands caressing his chest was just as he remembered. They'd done this many times since he'd returned from Afghanistan, but tonight felt different. It was finally time.
"I was so scared, Mac. So scared I wouldn't get out of there alive. Scared I'd never see you again" he whispered as his arms tightened almost painfully around her.
"Is that what the nightmare was about? Were you just scared you'd never see me again? Or was it something more?" she prodded carefully.
Harm frowned slightly in confusion. "Well, I haven't had the nightmare in almost two weeks now, and that's because I've had you to help me deal with it all. Thank you for being patient with me. You know I don't do well talking about painful things, and you waited for me to tell you about Afghanistan. I don't know what I'd do without you" Mac had to agree with him. The nightmare hadn't returned, and that was a good sign. She'd spent the past two weeks making sure he understood that she loved him unconditionally, that she'd never leave him, that he'd always be the most important person in her life. Not in her wildest dreams would she have pictured Harmon Rabb as open as she'd known him to be the past few weeks, and she loved it. They'd been there for each other, and she was certain nothing would ever come between them again. She wouldn't allow it.
"I don't know what I'd do without you either, Harm. I love you"
"I love you" he whispered in her ear and she smiled as the love in his words and the warmth of his body enveloped her once more. Softly, his mouth worked on her heated skin, his hands slowly removing the straps of her top from her shoulders, not wanting to miss even an inch of her silky skin. Soft sensual noises were escaping her as his strong but gentle hands traveled further down, encircling her waist in a possessive embrace.
Instinctively, she pressed her body closer to his, her backside now fully cocooned between his legs. Feeling him against her fueled her need for him, and she turned half way in his arms, claiming his lips in a fervent duel of tongues... and so their night began.
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Temporarily satiated-- their physical connection still intact-- his hand reached up to smoothly run over her silky hair, down to the side of her face that wasn't buried in his chest. Mimicking his action, she ran one hand across his face, touching, kneading his lips with her fingers, feeling every contour, the lines on his forehead, the curve of his cheeks, the few scars that hardened his handsome features, the few drops of sweat from the heat of their love making, the spiky hairs of his growing beard. Leisurely she turned her face towards him, drinking in the vision her man made, and smiled lovingly at him, realizing as their eyes met that their love for each other was never clearer to her than at that moment.
"I love you" she whispered, almost unconsciously, as her eyes were still glued to his.
"And I adore you, Sarah" he murmured in response and guided her head back down to his chest, his arms going around her once more to engulf her in him tenderly. Sleep overtook them some time later, and waking up sporadically during the night, they made love to each other, thankful for the blessing of loving and being loved.
**********
Across town, Clayton Webb lay awake on his bed. The woman of his dreams curled up in a ball of warmth in his couch, after yet another nightmare. As always, his eyes had begged for her nearness, but his words had driven her away. But she didn't go far. She was never far from him. How did Harm and Mac manage it? How did people open up and love unconditionally? Would he ever know what if felt like? Would he ever have the guts to try?
Sighing, he slid down on the bed, and once again attempted to sleep, fighting the urge he felt to walk out the door and curl up right next to her. Maybe if he took some time to work with his problems then he'd be ready to open up to her. Maybe if he wanted her enough he'd muster up his strength and tell her he loved her. Did he not love her enough? Was she not worth risking it all? Hell yes! But the fear he felt was of not being loved in return, fear of looking into her eyes and finding nothing more than friendship, fear of rejection, fear of... of giving it all and being left with nothing. Lately he seemed to lose things he didn't know he had. His twin brother was an example of it. And he knew if he didn't get his act together, he would lose the woman he loved the same way. He did love her enough. What he needed now was some faith in that love.
NEXT DAY
MAC'S APARTMENT
0745 EST
The rays of the morning sun entered through the window and Harm awoke to find the love of his life propped up in an elbow, staring intently at him.
"Harm, promise me it will always be like this. Promise me, please," she begged him and he immediately drew her to him, praying his verbal assurance was enough to dissipate any doubts she might harbor. Like her, he knew many things still needed to be said, many things still needed to be talked about and put to rest. But he also knew that neither of them would have to do it alone. Not anymore. She had promised him she'd make him believe again. How could he not promise her forever?
"It will, Angel, I promise you. It's all about us now. No one else but us" he offered gently, kissing her softly and allowing their whispered words of love to drive away the insecurities that had once defined their relationship.
"Mac, thank you"
"For what?"
"For loving me, for taking care of me..." he was silent for a few seconds. "Thank you for making me believe" No more words were needed.
The past few weeks had been highly stressful, but also a learning experience. Many surprises had knocked on their door, but they'd survived, because above it all, they finally had that "us" they'd both dreamed of and prayed for so long; that same "us" they'd move heaven and earth to uphold and protect. Certainly, the future held many surprises for them still; but they were even more certain that all the good ones were yet to come.
THE END! "ABOUT US 3" will be out soon...
Author: LeE
e-mail: lee_81881@yahoo.com
Classification: Romance H/M
Disclaimers: JAG doesn't belong to me. It belongs to DPB and CBS. I'm just having some fun while procrastinating on homework...
Author's Note: Well, here's the last part. I really hope you've all enjoyed this story. I had a blast writing and posting, and I'd like to thank all of you who took the time to read. If you'd like the NC-17 version of this part, it will be posted at "shipperhm" and "jaghm", and later on at BTL Archive. If you're not a member of those lists, e-mail me and I'll gladly send it your way when I receive a statement that you're 18 or older. And before I forget, a million thanks to my amazing betas, who stuck with me on this one. You guys are the greatest!!! Well, enjoy!! ... LeE
*From Part 13*
A few minutes later, she heard his even breathing, telling her he'd drifted off to sleep. For the next few hours, she just watched him, listened to the sounds he made, paid attention to the way he slightly shifted every so often, the way he held her, never relinquishing in his protective embrace.
"Love you...Mac" he murmured in his sleep and she smiled as he pulled at her pajama top with his uninjured arm, wanting to bring her closer, nearer. She watched in amazement the frustration on his face as he fought in his unconscious state to position her where he wanted her, using his only good arm. A few more tugs, and she ended up practically sprawled on top of him, and she wanted to laugh. Her Sailor was the cutest thing when he slept.
She'd never let any man before hold her that way. In fact, the time she'd spent with Mic, it was always him who woke up on her side of the bed, never her on his. But Harm was different. The warmth of his embrace was too hard to resist, and even unconsciously, she found herself reaching for him, needing to feel him near. What was it about him that held such power over her? What was it about him that made her say and do things she'd never thought she would? What was so mystifying about him that she could watch him for hours and never tire? Harmon Rabb, Jr. was a puzzle, and she was willing to spend the rest of her life putting it together, piece by piece, step by step.
*Part 14 Conclusion*
TWO WEEKS LATER
HARM'S APARTMENT
NORTH OF UNION STATION
2114 EST
After a nice enjoyable dinner, Harm and Mac sat together, snuggled up in his couch. It had been a hard two weeks for them both. Harm was still not a hundred percent recovered, but he walked without a cane, and his arm was out of the sling. He remembered clearly the first time they'd been like this at his apartment. That night before he had left for the Patrick Henry on "Webb's" mission. The smell of her shampoo was still the same; the feel of her soft hands caressing his chest was just as he remembered. They'd done this many times since he'd returned from Afghanistan, but tonight felt different. It was finally time.
"I was so scared, Mac. So scared I wouldn't get out of there alive. Scared I'd never see you again" he whispered as his arms tightened almost painfully around her.
"Is that what the nightmare was about? Were you just scared you'd never see me again? Or was it something more?" she prodded carefully.
Harm frowned slightly in confusion. "Well, I haven't had the nightmare in almost two weeks now, and that's because I've had you to help me deal with it all. Thank you for being patient with me. You know I don't do well talking about painful things, and you waited for me to tell you about Afghanistan. I don't know what I'd do without you" Mac had to agree with him. The nightmare hadn't returned, and that was a good sign. She'd spent the past two weeks making sure he understood that she loved him unconditionally, that she'd never leave him, that he'd always be the most important person in her life. Not in her wildest dreams would she have pictured Harmon Rabb as open as she'd known him to be the past few weeks, and she loved it. They'd been there for each other, and she was certain nothing would ever come between them again. She wouldn't allow it.
"I don't know what I'd do without you either, Harm. I love you"
"I love you" he whispered in her ear and she smiled as the love in his words and the warmth of his body enveloped her once more. Softly, his mouth worked on her heated skin, his hands slowly removing the straps of her top from her shoulders, not wanting to miss even an inch of her silky skin. Soft sensual noises were escaping her as his strong but gentle hands traveled further down, encircling her waist in a possessive embrace.
Instinctively, she pressed her body closer to his, her backside now fully cocooned between his legs. Feeling him against her fueled her need for him, and she turned half way in his arms, claiming his lips in a fervent duel of tongues... and so their night began.
********
Temporarily satiated-- their physical connection still intact-- his hand reached up to smoothly run over her silky hair, down to the side of her face that wasn't buried in his chest. Mimicking his action, she ran one hand across his face, touching, kneading his lips with her fingers, feeling every contour, the lines on his forehead, the curve of his cheeks, the few scars that hardened his handsome features, the few drops of sweat from the heat of their love making, the spiky hairs of his growing beard. Leisurely she turned her face towards him, drinking in the vision her man made, and smiled lovingly at him, realizing as their eyes met that their love for each other was never clearer to her than at that moment.
"I love you" she whispered, almost unconsciously, as her eyes were still glued to his.
"And I adore you, Sarah" he murmured in response and guided her head back down to his chest, his arms going around her once more to engulf her in him tenderly. Sleep overtook them some time later, and waking up sporadically during the night, they made love to each other, thankful for the blessing of loving and being loved.
**********
Across town, Clayton Webb lay awake on his bed. The woman of his dreams curled up in a ball of warmth in his couch, after yet another nightmare. As always, his eyes had begged for her nearness, but his words had driven her away. But she didn't go far. She was never far from him. How did Harm and Mac manage it? How did people open up and love unconditionally? Would he ever know what if felt like? Would he ever have the guts to try?
Sighing, he slid down on the bed, and once again attempted to sleep, fighting the urge he felt to walk out the door and curl up right next to her. Maybe if he took some time to work with his problems then he'd be ready to open up to her. Maybe if he wanted her enough he'd muster up his strength and tell her he loved her. Did he not love her enough? Was she not worth risking it all? Hell yes! But the fear he felt was of not being loved in return, fear of looking into her eyes and finding nothing more than friendship, fear of rejection, fear of... of giving it all and being left with nothing. Lately he seemed to lose things he didn't know he had. His twin brother was an example of it. And he knew if he didn't get his act together, he would lose the woman he loved the same way. He did love her enough. What he needed now was some faith in that love.
NEXT DAY
MAC'S APARTMENT
0745 EST
The rays of the morning sun entered through the window and Harm awoke to find the love of his life propped up in an elbow, staring intently at him.
"Harm, promise me it will always be like this. Promise me, please," she begged him and he immediately drew her to him, praying his verbal assurance was enough to dissipate any doubts she might harbor. Like her, he knew many things still needed to be said, many things still needed to be talked about and put to rest. But he also knew that neither of them would have to do it alone. Not anymore. She had promised him she'd make him believe again. How could he not promise her forever?
"It will, Angel, I promise you. It's all about us now. No one else but us" he offered gently, kissing her softly and allowing their whispered words of love to drive away the insecurities that had once defined their relationship.
"Mac, thank you"
"For what?"
"For loving me, for taking care of me..." he was silent for a few seconds. "Thank you for making me believe" No more words were needed.
The past few weeks had been highly stressful, but also a learning experience. Many surprises had knocked on their door, but they'd survived, because above it all, they finally had that "us" they'd both dreamed of and prayed for so long; that same "us" they'd move heaven and earth to uphold and protect. Certainly, the future held many surprises for them still; but they were even more certain that all the good ones were yet to come.
THE END! "ABOUT US 3" will be out soon...