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1237 ZULU
MAC'S APARTMENT
GEORGETOWN
Sunlight is streaming through the windows. I'm relieved that it's Saturday and I don't have to get up. I close my eyes in ecstasy when I remember where I am and whom I am holding in my arms. Mac stirs,
"Good morning," I say. She buries her head into my chest and mumbles something that sounds like, "Mornin'." After a few moments, Mac stirs again. In those few moments, I thought of our conversations a few hours earlier. As I reflect on the past couple of weeks, I realize that she might just love me as much as I love her.
"Mac?" I say cautiously.
"Yeah?" she responds, her cheek now on my chest and her eyes wide open. She is tracing light circles on my chest.
"In your dream. . .you said I asked you to marry me?" She acts uncomfortable,
"Yeah," she says. Her tracing of circles on my chest stops.
"And, um, you said yes?"
"Yeah, I did."
"Why do you suppose that is," I ask. Silence. "Mac?"
"I. . .don't know," she says. I start to play with her hair. I want to finish this conversation, but I don't want the infamous Mackenzie Walls to go up again. Finally I say,
"Do you think, maybe, that it's because you. . . um, you wouldn't repulse the idea?"
"I guess," she says. She hasn't said more that three words at a time and it's beginning to drive me insane.
"Sit up," I say. She does, slowly. I look into her eyes and ask her,
"Why do you think I haven't been able to sleep for the past few weeks?"
"I don't know. Too much on your mind?" she tries, feebly.
"No. I'll tell you why. It's because I was thinking of that damn ring that used to be on your finger." Mac bites her bottom lip. "I hated that ring – I hated it to death. To me it seemed ugly and revolting. I couldn't understand how you could accept a ring from somebody you hardly knew.
"But, do you want to guess what upset me the most?" I ask.
"Mic?" she guesses. It's a good guess, but not quite correct.
"No. I was most upset with myself. I was upset with myself for not getting a ring on your finger before Brumby could even get near you." Mac gasps. I see tears starting to form in her eyes. "You had my heart from day one, Mac. I was just too damn good at denying it. Well, you know what, I can't deny it anymore. It's driven me to insomnia. Do you know the only two good night's of sleep I've gotten in the past couple of weeks were tonight and that other night we spent here a couple of weeks ago? I – " she silences me with a finger on my lips. I'm tempted to take it into my mouth and suck on it, but resist. I feel my manhood getting harder. The things this woman does to me.
"Me too," she says. "I never slept better than the two nights I spent in your arms. Well, three if you count that night in the mountains so long ago. And, Harm, I don't know that I'll be able to sleep tonight if you leave," she says, almost desperate. I want to kiss her. Her lips are drawing me in, begging me to kiss them. So I reach my hand to her cheek and pull her face to mine where are lips meet in a light, sweet kiss. It progresses into a kiss of longing and what feels like centuries of bottled up feelings. Suddenly, I remember the little black box in my pocket and break off the kiss.
"Sarah," I say, taking the box out of my pocket, "I bought this the other week, thinking I'd probably never give it to you, but I had to buy it anyway.
"I love you, Sarah, more than anything. And with this ring I want the whole world to know. . .that you consume me." I get down on one knee as she looks at me in complete shock. I flip open the box and say,
"Sarah Catherine Mackenzie, will you marry me?" She takes a few quickened breaths and looks as if she's about to pass out. It's making me nervous.
"Of course!" she is finally able to breathe out. I slip the ring on the third finger of her left hand. I'm astonished that she didn't say, "I'll have to think about it," or something of the sort. Wouldn't that be ironic? But, I am very happy. I take her into my arms and give her a deep, passionate kiss. I can feel her melting beneath my touch. This is what I've always wanted. I finally have my Marine.
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He pulls away from our kiss and we sit back down on the couch, where he takes me back into his arms. I snuggle closer and, even though I know it's technically impossible, I sigh and say,
"Don't ever let go." I can feel Harm smile behind my back as he takes my left hand in his and fingers the beautiful ring. I reach my other hand over to his and look at the ring as well.
"I love you, Harm," I say. It feels so good to finally say that. And it felt even better hearing those same words from Harm.
It really is a beautiful ring. But I can't help wondering what possessed him to get it. So I ask him,
"Why, when, and where exactly did you get this ring? It's so beautiful!"
"I was down in Norfolk the other week and I walked past a jewelry store. I decided to go in to look. Then I saw a ring that looked like that one, except the eight little stones were different. I thought it was really great and I asked the guy about it. He told me what all the stones represented and I decided I just had to get it, even if I wouldn't give it to you until years from now or maybe never." I look at the ring again.
"So, what are those other stones?" I ask.
"The milky-white ones are opals, my birthstone. The green ones are your birthstone, emeralds. The diamond in the middle represents our love. It means you consume every aspect of my life, which, of course, is true, and in the center of all that is our love," he says and kisses to top of my head. That has got to be the sweetest thing I've ever heard out of anyone's mouth, especially Harm's. I turn my head around and give him a kiss.
"What was that for?" he asks.
"For being sweet. I've never known you to be like this." He gets a mysterious grin on his face.
"There are a lot of things you don't know about me." I look at him questioningly,
"Like what?" His grin gets bigger,
"Like how good I am in bed." I giggle – I haven't giggled in years – and kiss him. I can hardly believe the effects this man has on me.
"You don't know how good I am either," I say with a matching smile. Arching my eyebrows, I turn around and begin to kiss him with five years of bottled up passion.
THE END
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1237 ZULU
MAC'S APARTMENT
GEORGETOWN
Sunlight is streaming through the windows. I'm relieved that it's Saturday and I don't have to get up. I close my eyes in ecstasy when I remember where I am and whom I am holding in my arms. Mac stirs,
"Good morning," I say. She buries her head into my chest and mumbles something that sounds like, "Mornin'." After a few moments, Mac stirs again. In those few moments, I thought of our conversations a few hours earlier. As I reflect on the past couple of weeks, I realize that she might just love me as much as I love her.
"Mac?" I say cautiously.
"Yeah?" she responds, her cheek now on my chest and her eyes wide open. She is tracing light circles on my chest.
"In your dream. . .you said I asked you to marry me?" She acts uncomfortable,
"Yeah," she says. Her tracing of circles on my chest stops.
"And, um, you said yes?"
"Yeah, I did."
"Why do you suppose that is," I ask. Silence. "Mac?"
"I. . .don't know," she says. I start to play with her hair. I want to finish this conversation, but I don't want the infamous Mackenzie Walls to go up again. Finally I say,
"Do you think, maybe, that it's because you. . . um, you wouldn't repulse the idea?"
"I guess," she says. She hasn't said more that three words at a time and it's beginning to drive me insane.
"Sit up," I say. She does, slowly. I look into her eyes and ask her,
"Why do you think I haven't been able to sleep for the past few weeks?"
"I don't know. Too much on your mind?" she tries, feebly.
"No. I'll tell you why. It's because I was thinking of that damn ring that used to be on your finger." Mac bites her bottom lip. "I hated that ring – I hated it to death. To me it seemed ugly and revolting. I couldn't understand how you could accept a ring from somebody you hardly knew.
"But, do you want to guess what upset me the most?" I ask.
"Mic?" she guesses. It's a good guess, but not quite correct.
"No. I was most upset with myself. I was upset with myself for not getting a ring on your finger before Brumby could even get near you." Mac gasps. I see tears starting to form in her eyes. "You had my heart from day one, Mac. I was just too damn good at denying it. Well, you know what, I can't deny it anymore. It's driven me to insomnia. Do you know the only two good night's of sleep I've gotten in the past couple of weeks were tonight and that other night we spent here a couple of weeks ago? I – " she silences me with a finger on my lips. I'm tempted to take it into my mouth and suck on it, but resist. I feel my manhood getting harder. The things this woman does to me.
"Me too," she says. "I never slept better than the two nights I spent in your arms. Well, three if you count that night in the mountains so long ago. And, Harm, I don't know that I'll be able to sleep tonight if you leave," she says, almost desperate. I want to kiss her. Her lips are drawing me in, begging me to kiss them. So I reach my hand to her cheek and pull her face to mine where are lips meet in a light, sweet kiss. It progresses into a kiss of longing and what feels like centuries of bottled up feelings. Suddenly, I remember the little black box in my pocket and break off the kiss.
"Sarah," I say, taking the box out of my pocket, "I bought this the other week, thinking I'd probably never give it to you, but I had to buy it anyway.
"I love you, Sarah, more than anything. And with this ring I want the whole world to know. . .that you consume me." I get down on one knee as she looks at me in complete shock. I flip open the box and say,
"Sarah Catherine Mackenzie, will you marry me?" She takes a few quickened breaths and looks as if she's about to pass out. It's making me nervous.
"Of course!" she is finally able to breathe out. I slip the ring on the third finger of her left hand. I'm astonished that she didn't say, "I'll have to think about it," or something of the sort. Wouldn't that be ironic? But, I am very happy. I take her into my arms and give her a deep, passionate kiss. I can feel her melting beneath my touch. This is what I've always wanted. I finally have my Marine.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
He pulls away from our kiss and we sit back down on the couch, where he takes me back into his arms. I snuggle closer and, even though I know it's technically impossible, I sigh and say,
"Don't ever let go." I can feel Harm smile behind my back as he takes my left hand in his and fingers the beautiful ring. I reach my other hand over to his and look at the ring as well.
"I love you, Harm," I say. It feels so good to finally say that. And it felt even better hearing those same words from Harm.
It really is a beautiful ring. But I can't help wondering what possessed him to get it. So I ask him,
"Why, when, and where exactly did you get this ring? It's so beautiful!"
"I was down in Norfolk the other week and I walked past a jewelry store. I decided to go in to look. Then I saw a ring that looked like that one, except the eight little stones were different. I thought it was really great and I asked the guy about it. He told me what all the stones represented and I decided I just had to get it, even if I wouldn't give it to you until years from now or maybe never." I look at the ring again.
"So, what are those other stones?" I ask.
"The milky-white ones are opals, my birthstone. The green ones are your birthstone, emeralds. The diamond in the middle represents our love. It means you consume every aspect of my life, which, of course, is true, and in the center of all that is our love," he says and kisses to top of my head. That has got to be the sweetest thing I've ever heard out of anyone's mouth, especially Harm's. I turn my head around and give him a kiss.
"What was that for?" he asks.
"For being sweet. I've never known you to be like this." He gets a mysterious grin on his face.
"There are a lot of things you don't know about me." I look at him questioningly,
"Like what?" His grin gets bigger,
"Like how good I am in bed." I giggle – I haven't giggled in years – and kiss him. I can hardly believe the effects this man has on me.
"You don't know how good I am either," I say with a matching smile. Arching my eyebrows, I turn around and begin to kiss him with five years of bottled up passion.
THE END
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