Permission To Sleep, Ma'am?
Chapter 2: Sleep Walking in Stars Hollow
Written by Ashley, beta-reading by Kate. Without Kate, this story would be full of grammar mistakes, and sentence confusion.
Disclaimer: I don't own JAG, I don't make any money from it. ( I don't even watch JAG)
Rating: PG-13
Summary: During the night, Mac starts sleepwalking. She stumbles onto Harm's bed, and they share a passionate kiss.
The moon traversed the night sky as the hours passed. Most, if not all of Stars Hollow's citizens were deep in slumber.
Mac began to move slightly in her sleep. Her head shifted from side to side. The muscles around her eyes moved rapidly, and when it ceased, her legs and her arms started to change position. She was mumbling unintelligent words in her sleep. Abruptly, she sat up on her bed, as if suddenly awakened. But she was not awake.
Like a zombie, her feet found the carpeted floor. She stood up, a bit unstable at first, but she managed to walk. Eyes closed blindly, she crossed the room, unconsciously walking toward Harm's bed. She continued uninterrupted until she stumbled upon the bed and lost her footing.
Mac fell across Harm's sleeping body. The sudden impact startled Harm; as a reflex, he reached out with both of his arms to grab thin air. What his hands found was not air but a warm female body draped across his. His subconscious, for some reason, saw nothing odd about this finding, so he went back to sleep. He was really worn out from traveling, so his much-needed sleep could not be interrupted by something so trivial as finding a stranger in bed.
Mac, though still asleep, didn't let things go by so easily. She tried to move from her uncomfortable position across Harm. As she scrambled up and away from the bed, her hands moved across Harm's stomach.
It was so well muscled and warm and unyielding that Mac's escape attempt came to a screeching halt.
Even in her zombie-like state she realized that she should leave but still her hands traveled, wanting to experience more. Her hands marveled at how muscular he was. What she felt underneath her fingers was a solid, well maintained body. Fingers crept past his chest and onto one of his arms, which was lay limply against his side. His bicep felt strong, even in sleep. She somehow felt safe, in knowing that these arms would protect her from even the most dire danger.
Her hands felt his neck, so warm and full of muscle. She let one of her hands graze his chin. Her fingertips tingled at the sensation of the slight stubble on his jaw. By then, Mac had already moved up along Harm's body, hands exploring, and by some unconscious force, she lowered her face to his sleeping one.
The moment their lips touched, all was lost. Years of pent up hunger had left them ravenous and they kissed with a fever that left them both gasping for air. Mac sunk her hands into his hair, marveling at how soft and touchable it was. In his deep sleep, Harm automatically raised his arms and put them around her shoulders, holding on tightly.
As the kiss grew deeper and more sensuous, Mac's hands moved restlessly around Harm's face, all the while trying to bring his lips closer to her yet. One of Harm's hands traveled to her head, his fingers tangled in her hair and pressed her face to him for a more thorough kiss. His other arm roamed about her body, never resting at a certain place, but touching her and feeling her to make sure that what he was experiencing was real. His strong and tan fingers dug into her skin and bones as if to verify that she was not an apparition. They kissed like there was no
tomorrow and nothing mattered but them, for that heavenly moment. Time stood still and everything else ceased to exist, they felt only each other and in turns, gave and took all they had, their souls, minds, body, spirit, and deep down, their fluttering hearts.
Mac let out a gratified moan from deep in her throat. As that muffled sound reached Harm's ears, he woke up, slowly, but surely. He pulled himself from what in his mind was a dream to the waking world,
and to the very real woman who was lying hazardly on top of him. His eyes popped open; his hand searched frantically for the light switch. He stopped kissing, but Mac apparently wasn't nearly finished with him.
Her lips left his startled mouth and begin to pay homage to his face. She dropped raindrop-like kisses on the tip of his nose, his flushed cheeks. By the time she got to his eyes, he had found the light switch and the light shone brightly in the room. Commander Rabb pried his eyes open and was given a shock so strong that for a second he was frozen.
But he found his voice at last and manage to choke,
For the life of her, she still did not wake up. Harm tried to push her off and get up but he found that impossible, as her hands were holding his head in a death grip, and her body imprisoned him on the mattress. He held onto her waist and rolled onto his side, bringing her with him. He drew his knees up and was about to break the embrace when she suddenly threw her arms around his neck and literally slammed him back down for a quick, electrifying kiss. Harm was in a panic now. He held both of her shoulders and shook her with all his might while yelling at her.
Mac, Mac, wake up! Sarah! Sarah! Come on, stop this.
Even though he said that, deep down in his heart, he didn't want her to. But for now, he shoved that thought aside. It didn't matter, he had to wake her. Gradually, Commander Rabb felt Mac's body relax; her arms unwound from around him and rested on the bed. Harm thought she was going to open her eyes any second now. He could imagine her waking up the whole Inn with her scream when she saw him sitting over her with a passion dazed look in his eyes like that. To his great surprise and relief, her breathing slowed down and in a matter of minutes, he was sure that she was deep in sleep. And he couldn't help but notice
that she wore a cute little satisfied smile on her lips. Lips that were crimson in color and slightly swollen from the savage kiss they had shared
earlier.
Harm was uncertain as he stood over the bed, looking at the sleeping Mac. After a moment, he bent over, slid a hand under her neck, another under her knees, and gathered her into his arms. He did the task oh so slowly and very gently, in fear that she might wake up. He walked the few steps to Mac's bed and deposited her carefully upon the soft mattress. He slid back the blankets and tucked her in. He gazed at
her for a few moments and brushed his hand through his hair. Uncertainty swept over him, and for a split-second he experienced a strange emotion. An emotion that had been suppressed for so long that he didn't recognize it, or even accept that it was there.
Harm went back to his own bed but couldn't fall asleep again. All he could think of was Mac in his arms. Tossing and turning most of the night, he couldn't drive the image away. When Harm finally was able to go back to sleep, it was almost dawn.
To be continuedhopefully.
July 23, 2003
