Title: After Effects 4/?
Author: AutumnRain
E-mail: autumrain4@yahoo.com
Rating: At the very least an R- eventually (
Summary: Harm has some lasting after effects of his crash and has to find a way to deal with them.
Warnings: This does not follow exactly events of the show. I took a few liberties here and there with events.
Disclaimer: All characters are property of DPB and company. I am just borrowing them for a little fun and absolutely no profit.
Feedback: Feedback is good. I enjoy it and it lets me know people are reading it and either loving it or want me to stop LOL.
Archive: you can find this story and others I have written or am working on at:
http://Stories.Com/authors/autumnrain
0845
Enroute JAG Headquarters
Of all the mornings for a traffic jam, there would have to be one today. Things were basically at a standstill- in fact the car in front of me had turned his engine off. Even the winter sun had decided to go into hiding behind dark heavy clouds that seemed to materialize out of nowhere. The was not a good morning for me. No, I take that back, I had been awakened by Sarah's voice, okay, so the phone had been what raised me from my sleep, but her voice was the first voice I heard and I would give anything for it be so forever. "JEEZ Rabb, a little sappy this morning aren't we?" I mumble to the empty car, as memories of the morning she had been in my bed came to me.
The morning after Mic left Mac dawned bright. At some point Mac and I had changed positions and I awoke with my left arm under her neck, holding her to me with my right hand cupped around the curve of her left hip. Her right arm was nestled between us, while her left arm was slung over me, secure under my right arm. I didn't know how she would react to our position- sure she had held me to her body last night, but last night was dark in more ways than one and we both needed the reassuring contact of the other. It was daylight now however and the Marine I held in my arms had been given a bit of time to gather her strength. Would she be angry? I decided to risk it. I didn't know if I would get to keep her in my arms like this, so I was going to savor every minute of it.
"Mmmmm" she murmured as she started to wake up, nuzzling her face against my chest.
"Good Morning Sarah," I whisper to her.
Her body stiffened at the sound of my voice, but then relaxed against me, tightening her arm around me.
"Morning Sailor, sleep well?"
"Better than I have in ages" It didn't seem as if she was any eager to leave my embrace than I was to have leave it.
"That's good" she said as she turned her head slightly and placed a light kiss at the base of my throat. "Shhhh, then. Close your eyes. More sleep." She whispered. I felt her eyes close, her eyelashes tickling me. She snuggled as close to me as she could without climbing on top of me and proceeded to go back to sleep. Who was I to argue? Maybe there would be another kiss in it for me, but she was right, more sleep was needed.
The next time I woke up was not as serene. I had one of my recurring nightmares where I couldn't fight my way to the surface after managing to cut myself from my parachute lines. My own shouts woke me up.
"Harm, its okay" Mac said, grabbing my hands in hers. I felt drops of cold water hit my body and as the haze of the nightmare receded I became aware of a soaking Sarah MacKenzie wrapped up in my robe, fresh from the shower, sitting next to me holding my hands….within my reach.
I don't know what possessed me to do what I did…. No scratch that, I knew exactly why- seven some odd years of denying how I felt, running away from how I felt, years of teasing and touches of support, almost dying and almost losing my best friend despite our oaths never to let that happen, almost losing her to a man I hated for no other reason than he had the guts to do what I could not do- all of that came together and exploded.
I leaned towards her and when my lips met hers I poured all those frustrations and emotions into that kiss. I didn't think a kiss could be any more desperate than the one we had shared on the Admiral's porch, but I was wrong, and unlike that night, Mac did not try to back away from this kiss, but responded with her own desperation and frustration.
Who knows where that kiss would have lead us? Sitting here in the traffic watching the heavy sleet that just let loose, I conjure up images of us falling back on my bed as I undo that robe and run my hands over her…
"'SNAP OUT OF IT RABB" I berate myself outloud as I feel my body responding to the images of my fantasy…. 'Practicality Commander- think of the condition your body was in that night- mending but still very painful ribs, bruised hip, etc…. they wouldn't have stood the pressure of you holding yourself above her, or her sitting on y.. "DAMN IT" maybe I should step out of my car and into this sleet- yeah that would do the trick, just like the phone that called a swift halt and about face to the direction Mac and I were headed that morning.
"Ignore it…." Mac mumbled, our lips still touching. Despite doubting this was the time and place in our lives to come together, and knowing that kissing was probably about as far as we were going to get, I didn't want to wait anymore, I didn't think we could handle another missed opportunity- one day we would run out of those chances.
The answering machine kicked in….
"Wakey Wakey HAR-MON" Renee's voice slithered out in that fake voice she uses when I am not complying to her wishes…. Oh shit- I was supposed to do some breakfast thing with her…
At the first tones of Renee's voice, Mac had jumped from my bed and was gathering her clothes she had spread out to dry.
"Renee…."I growl into the phone as I pick it up. "I had a rough night, Renee - I will call you later." I hang up the phone. The words left my mouth without thinking about what they sounded like to Mac, who now was emerging from my bathroom.
"Mac, come here" I reach out for her, but she keeps going past me and turns around as she leaves my bedroom area. I see the tears in her eyes and then I heard exactly what my words sounded like…. "I didn't mean that"
"Harm, we shouldn't have…. I shouldn't have stayed here last night. I have to get going." And with that said she was out my door before I could get myself to where she had been standing.
TBC- sorry for the wait
Author: AutumnRain
E-mail: autumrain4@yahoo.com
Rating: At the very least an R- eventually (
Summary: Harm has some lasting after effects of his crash and has to find a way to deal with them.
Warnings: This does not follow exactly events of the show. I took a few liberties here and there with events.
Disclaimer: All characters are property of DPB and company. I am just borrowing them for a little fun and absolutely no profit.
Feedback: Feedback is good. I enjoy it and it lets me know people are reading it and either loving it or want me to stop LOL.
Archive: you can find this story and others I have written or am working on at:
http://Stories.Com/authors/autumnrain
0845
Enroute JAG Headquarters
Of all the mornings for a traffic jam, there would have to be one today. Things were basically at a standstill- in fact the car in front of me had turned his engine off. Even the winter sun had decided to go into hiding behind dark heavy clouds that seemed to materialize out of nowhere. The was not a good morning for me. No, I take that back, I had been awakened by Sarah's voice, okay, so the phone had been what raised me from my sleep, but her voice was the first voice I heard and I would give anything for it be so forever. "JEEZ Rabb, a little sappy this morning aren't we?" I mumble to the empty car, as memories of the morning she had been in my bed came to me.
The morning after Mic left Mac dawned bright. At some point Mac and I had changed positions and I awoke with my left arm under her neck, holding her to me with my right hand cupped around the curve of her left hip. Her right arm was nestled between us, while her left arm was slung over me, secure under my right arm. I didn't know how she would react to our position- sure she had held me to her body last night, but last night was dark in more ways than one and we both needed the reassuring contact of the other. It was daylight now however and the Marine I held in my arms had been given a bit of time to gather her strength. Would she be angry? I decided to risk it. I didn't know if I would get to keep her in my arms like this, so I was going to savor every minute of it.
"Mmmmm" she murmured as she started to wake up, nuzzling her face against my chest.
"Good Morning Sarah," I whisper to her.
Her body stiffened at the sound of my voice, but then relaxed against me, tightening her arm around me.
"Morning Sailor, sleep well?"
"Better than I have in ages" It didn't seem as if she was any eager to leave my embrace than I was to have leave it.
"That's good" she said as she turned her head slightly and placed a light kiss at the base of my throat. "Shhhh, then. Close your eyes. More sleep." She whispered. I felt her eyes close, her eyelashes tickling me. She snuggled as close to me as she could without climbing on top of me and proceeded to go back to sleep. Who was I to argue? Maybe there would be another kiss in it for me, but she was right, more sleep was needed.
The next time I woke up was not as serene. I had one of my recurring nightmares where I couldn't fight my way to the surface after managing to cut myself from my parachute lines. My own shouts woke me up.
"Harm, its okay" Mac said, grabbing my hands in hers. I felt drops of cold water hit my body and as the haze of the nightmare receded I became aware of a soaking Sarah MacKenzie wrapped up in my robe, fresh from the shower, sitting next to me holding my hands….within my reach.
I don't know what possessed me to do what I did…. No scratch that, I knew exactly why- seven some odd years of denying how I felt, running away from how I felt, years of teasing and touches of support, almost dying and almost losing my best friend despite our oaths never to let that happen, almost losing her to a man I hated for no other reason than he had the guts to do what I could not do- all of that came together and exploded.
I leaned towards her and when my lips met hers I poured all those frustrations and emotions into that kiss. I didn't think a kiss could be any more desperate than the one we had shared on the Admiral's porch, but I was wrong, and unlike that night, Mac did not try to back away from this kiss, but responded with her own desperation and frustration.
Who knows where that kiss would have lead us? Sitting here in the traffic watching the heavy sleet that just let loose, I conjure up images of us falling back on my bed as I undo that robe and run my hands over her…
"'SNAP OUT OF IT RABB" I berate myself outloud as I feel my body responding to the images of my fantasy…. 'Practicality Commander- think of the condition your body was in that night- mending but still very painful ribs, bruised hip, etc…. they wouldn't have stood the pressure of you holding yourself above her, or her sitting on y.. "DAMN IT" maybe I should step out of my car and into this sleet- yeah that would do the trick, just like the phone that called a swift halt and about face to the direction Mac and I were headed that morning.
"Ignore it…." Mac mumbled, our lips still touching. Despite doubting this was the time and place in our lives to come together, and knowing that kissing was probably about as far as we were going to get, I didn't want to wait anymore, I didn't think we could handle another missed opportunity- one day we would run out of those chances.
The answering machine kicked in….
"Wakey Wakey HAR-MON" Renee's voice slithered out in that fake voice she uses when I am not complying to her wishes…. Oh shit- I was supposed to do some breakfast thing with her…
At the first tones of Renee's voice, Mac had jumped from my bed and was gathering her clothes she had spread out to dry.
"Renee…."I growl into the phone as I pick it up. "I had a rough night, Renee - I will call you later." I hang up the phone. The words left my mouth without thinking about what they sounded like to Mac, who now was emerging from my bathroom.
"Mac, come here" I reach out for her, but she keeps going past me and turns around as she leaves my bedroom area. I see the tears in her eyes and then I heard exactly what my words sounded like…. "I didn't mean that"
"Harm, we shouldn't have…. I shouldn't have stayed here last night. I have to get going." And with that said she was out my door before I could get myself to where she had been standing.
TBC- sorry for the wait