Title: Journey to Homecoming Pt.13 /?
Author: Sheila
Category: Romance
Pairing: Clay/Sarah
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: As If
Spoilers: Up through 'Need to Know'
Summary: Clay and Sarah come together during an investigation
Sarah's POV
1600 Hours Local
When Jim suggested that we go out dancing I was delighted, at first. A night on the town meant dressing up, and I knew all that I had to wear was one of the sundresses Tessa had purchased for. It was a great dress, but not a party dress. I could see that Tracy felt the same.
Ramon told us that our dresses would be fine; that we would look as lovely as we had the night before. I wanted to go dancing with Clay, and what I wore wouldn't affect how we danced. I smiled and agreed.
We had two hours to rest and dress up for the big night. Everyone was quiet on the way up to the rooms, especially Clay. He held my hand and smiled at me, but I could tell he was thinking deeply about something. He would tell me, I'm sure, when he was ready.
We were both tired, and when we got back to the room I wanted to collapse.
"Why don't we sit in the tub and soak our muscles?" he said as he picked up the phone.
"I could do that. You did say 'we', didn't you?"
"Yes, I did. I've just to make a quick call to Langley. Go ahead and fill the tub I'll only be a few minutes."
"OK, but it better be only a few minutes, or I'm coming to get you!" I flipped this last comment over my shoulder.
"Promises, promises."
I began filling the tub, adding some of the lemongrass bubble bath. I was going to have to find out who manufactures this stuff, and get a supply. While the tub filled I went to the shower and began shaving.
A minute later Clay came in; he noticed me in the shower, and began shaving himself. We were done at about the same time and entered the tub together.
The jets were helping relax my tense muscles. Clay held me gently in his arms as I leaned against him, he occasionally kissed me, but other than that we enjoyed being with each other. I was so relaxed I was limp in his arms. I was startled out of a daydream when he spoke.
"Do you thing we are pruny enough?" He was holding up my fingers looking at their wrinkled appearance.
"Yes, this is just the look I was going for," I snickered.
"While I appreciate the 'look' we have got to get dressed. Aren't you the one with a perfect sense of time?"
"Yes, but you do something to me, and I just ignore it." This was said with a kiss as he began patting my dry. The pats were very sensual but nothing overtly sexual. I didn't quite understand his restraint. Whatever was on his mind was really distracting him.
Wrapped in a bath sheet I began applying my makeup and doing my hair. When I was done, I sighed loudly. Clay had been watching and asked me what was wrong.
"I just wish I had something other than a sundress to wear tonight. I know we looked good last night, but I'd like to have something special."
"You have another sundress, just wear that one." As wonderful as he had been to me, he was only a man and just didn't understand.
He hugged me and said, "Let's go get dressed. I would dance with you in this towel if you ask nicely."
As I left the bathroom I couldn't resist popping him one on the butt at that comment.
When I passed the bed on the way to the closet I noticed the dress and lingerie on the bed. It took a few seconds for their presence to really register. The dress was beautiful and the lingerie was perfect. I let out a girly squeal, which was totally unlike me. I looked up and he was leaning against the door jam with his arms and legs crossed. The towel he wore hanging low on his hips. He was smiling widely at my delight and gathered me in his arms when I ran to him.
"You bought these yesterday, didn't you. You went shopping with the Three Amigos? You have got to tell me about that. I don't think Harm knows how to shop. What.."
He put a hand on my mouth mid question. "Sarah, I'll tell you about it while you get dressed." He then turned me back to the clothing and went to get dressed himself.
The story he told about the 'expedition' was hilarious. His description of Harm was dead on. As I put on the underwear I tried to make my motions as sexy as possible. Clay's physical response betrayed him, but he did nothing about it. He eventually turned his back and finished putting on his clothing. I put on the dress and was looking over my appearance reflected in the mirror, it was everything I would have wanted to wear tonight. Then he looked back at me.
I could see the look of love shining in his eyes. My eyes began tearing, I couldn't help it, my heart was overflowing with the love I felt for him.
He walked toward me picking a box off the dresser. I could only look at his face. He looked a little scared and hesitant and I couldn't recall seeing him that way before. He removed something from the box, walked behind me, and placed it around my neck. It was a simple gold chain with a square cut emerald pendant. It hung down to my cleavage that was well displayed by the dress's neckline. He next removed matching earrings and put them on my ears. I hadn't stopped crying since I first saw him look at me. He lifted my chin and took a deep breath, then proposed to me.
It was simple yet eloquent, telling me what was in his heart and soul. We both at tears falling by the time he was finished. I could only nod my acceptance; I was too choked to form words.
He placed a ring on my finger, and we kissed until I saw stars from a lack of breath.
I caressed his cheek and told him of my love and hope that we would grow old in that love together. These last few moments were the most romantic in my life, and I know I would remember them forever. I didn't want to go dancing; I just wanted to spend the evening close to Clay. But he seemed to have different plans.
"Are you ready to go face the gauntlet of well wishers," he whispered.
"They knew you were going to propose?"
He explained further about the 'expedition' and the 'posse'. I could hardly repair my makeup because I was laughing so much. We traded quips about belonging to each other for a few more minutes. I was really enjoying the ribald side of my fiancé.
"Come on Princess Charming, I want to show you off to our friends. But I don't share, so don't accept dances from strange men." He teased ashe placed a kiss on my nose and accompanied me downstairs. I take it that Princess Charming was going to be my pet name. I was going to have come up with one for him.
We were meeting in the lobby again; I suppose meeting in one of the suites would have made too much sense for this crazy group. As Clay said the gauntlet was waiting. They knew from our faces that I had said yes. Harm was the first to step forward. He shook Clay's hand then gave me his blessings. I whispered that I had found my soul mate and I wished for him to find his. He gave me a bear hug lifting me off my feet. Clay gave me a wink, and I knew he was all right with things.
Jim and Ramon then continued the round of kisses and hugs. When Tracy and I hugged I noticed her dress. It suited her perfectly; she blushed telling me Harm purchased it for her. While the statement on the surface was true, Harm was being Harm and not telling her quite everything. I looked over at him and just shook my head. He gave me his grin and I rolled my eyes.
I had tears in my eyes again. Swiping them away I said, "I've cried more in the last week, than I have cried in the last year. Thank you for sharing this time with us. Now let's go dance. Tracy and I are dressed for a night on the town."
Clay and I walked with the others to the beach side nightclub. Soft music was drifting across the dunes, and fairy lights lit the way. Clay stopped and kissed me every few feet. The others were already inside the club by the time we arrived. Clay opened the door, and I walked in ahead of him. There was a large group standing just inside the door, with the dim lighting I couldn't make out the faces. All of a sudden there was a yell of surprise and the lights got brighter.
I turned to Clay, then back to the crowd. Bud and Harriet,Harm and Tracy, the Admiral and Meredith, Tessa and Marita with Ramon and Jim were all standing there grinning at us. Clay left my side and walked over to a elegant looking older woman and kissed her on the cheek. He took her hand and walked her back to me. The others in the group stayed back as they came to me.
"Sarah, I would like you to meet my mother, Porter Webb. Mother, may I present. Lt. Colonel Sarah McKenzie, my fiancée." Porter immediately hugged me and kissed me on the cheek. I couldn't believe that she and the others were all here.
"Welcome to the family Sarah. If you feel comfortable I would love you to call me Mother, or Mom, or Mamie (ma-may) as Clay called me as a child." I was overwhelmed her acceptance. I returned her hug with one of my own.
"I like Mamie, and will be glad to call you that. Thank you for your welcome."
"Child, I have known Clay has loved you for ages. I'm so glad that you two have found each other, finally."
Clay spoke, "Mother, please let's end any embarrassing comments now. I promise you later that you can embarrass me until your heart is content, but tonight is for celebrating."
She turned to him and patted him on the cheek like an errant school boy, "Yes, dear. I'll behave, but only for tonight. Sarah and I have much to discuss! Now show me the ring!"
As she picked up my hand the other women gathered around and looked at it. I'm ashamed to say that I actually had not looked at to note any detail. It was beautiful, and now I could appreciate the all emerald theme. They all oohed and ahhed over it. I caught Clay's eye and mouthed that I loved it. He winked back at me and continued receiving congratulations from the men.
Harriet, for once addressed me by name, "Sarah, congratulations, you look so beautiful, and the ring is gorgeous. We are going to talk when you get home. I want to know everything!"
"Yes, Ma'am. I tell you later, but not everything." At her frown I added, "Most everything, I promise." We laughed together knowing what I wasn't going to share.
"Mac, where did you get that dress? I have to get one similar to it. And the jewelry is perfect. Dish, girl." Tessa was firing up her shopping afterburners. Jim was going to go off the deep end this time.
"You'll have to ask Clay, he bought them all."
"NO, you mean I've missed a primo shopping partner all these years. He's is not long for this world."
"Tessa, I'm sorry he has promised that I'm his only shopping partner. You had your chance." She pouted and laughed.
"You are lucky in more ways than one." She left and walked over to Clay, I'm sure to pump him about the shop. She would never change.
Marita spoke up next, "Ignore her Mac, I always do. Luckily she gives to charity a donation equivalent to what she spends on clothing. And she also gives her old business suits to an organization that helps women enter the workplace."
"I don't have to ignore that side of her, often. Living on the east coast does help." It seemed that I was going to be either laughing or crying tonight.
"I hate to repeat what the others have said, but you are looking beautiful, you are practically glowing. Are you glowing?" She whispered the last.
"No, Marita, I am not glowing, well at least not like Harriet. There hasn't been time. But I hope to in the future. You know, you are as bad as Ramon with the comments."
"I learned at the feet of the master, my dear." We both broke out in loud laughter drawing the attention of the others.
Meredith came and gave me a brief hug. "You know I told AJ that love was in the air. But I really thought it would be someone else. Do you love him Sarah, because this is a really big step."
"Yes Meredith, I love him. I've found laughter, passion, romance and peace in one fantastic package!"
"All that in one. Pretty good deal, I guess you can keep him then."
"Why thank you Meredith, glad you approve. Although I was going to keep him anyway." She smiled at me, and just shook her head and went to congratulate Clay.
I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned to find the Admiral standing there smiling at me. It was silly but I desired his approval for my marriage, as he had been a father figure to me for years. I have always had a soft spot in my heart for him and at one time, if not for the regs, we may have gotten closer. But that was not to be. He has always been protective of me, which many times drove me crazy. He knows how capable I am but would prefer if I didn't risk life and limb as often as I have.
"Mac, congratulations. Did it have to be Webb? I won't be able to threaten him anymore or I'd have to deal with you." We had both turned and were watching Clay try to deal with a curious Meredith.
"Don't worry, Si.." He gave me a look. "OK, AJ. He hasn't changed that much. He's still going to be a pain in the ass, and I doubt that you will restrain yourself if he really needs to be kicked in the ass. I'll just be there to do mop up."
He chuckled, "Mac, I can see that you love him, I have no doubt that he will do everything in his power to see that you are happy. Have you discussed the ramifications of the marriage?"
"If you are talking about going on missions, no we haven't. But I think we both know that I won't be going with him anymore. Our objectivity would be non-existent and I don't think I could watch him put himself in danger, or vice-versa for that matter. We were able to do it this time because we had not really declared ourselves."
"It seems you have thought this through. What about the future, will you continue your career? No pressure intended."
He was smiling, and I really felt no pressure. "AJ, for now I plan on working with no changes. We have both discussed children and we want to start a family right away. So expect a request for maternity leave."
"Just don't deliver in my office, try the SecNav or the DCI. I'll enjoy hearing stories about that."
"AJ, when I have a baby it will be in a hospital, with my husband, delivered by my OB/GYN. Not that I doubt your skill as a midwife, but I would like that aspect of my life to have some normalcy!"
"I'll definitely hold you to that." He kissed my on the cheek and started to join the others.
"AJ, one more question. Will you give me away? You'll have an opportunity to it this time. There is no uncertainty this time."
He smiled, and hugged me again. "It will be my pleasure, even if it is to Webb."
He didn't see Clay walk up to us. "AJ, no comments about me to my fiancée please."
AJ shook his head; "Webb it's going to be a hard habit to break but I will make an effort for Mac. You'll just get the benefit."
"I can live with that. My nose can too." They both started laughing. I believe that since Afghanistan that the Admiral had gained more respect for Clay, however I think that they will always relate to each other the same way.
As the Admiral walked off Clay asked, "Was this OK? I mean, I was told you didn't like surprises. Tracy said that this would be an acceptable surprise. Please, I'm sorry if it.."
I kissed him to shut him up. "This was very acceptable. Usually I don't like surprises, they usually turn out bad for me. But I think my luck has changed with you."
"Thank God. I wanted to make this night extra special. I've been on pins and needles since we put the plans in place."
I kissed him, "the only thing that will make this night more perfect, is when we get back to the room where I can really show you my appreciation."
His eyes lit up. "Can we leave now?"
"I don't think so, but I don't think we are expected to close the place down. We can get out of here after dinner and some dancing. I don't think anyone will miss us."
"That's a plan. I would like us to have breakfast with Mother. I'm sure she will want to discuss the wedding. I know we haven't talked about it ourselves yet, but don't let her pressure you into anything. I can see the wheels spinning from here, planning already."
"We'll discuss it before we meet with her, or it just may come up tonight. This group will not hesitate to give their two cents about the wedding. Our friends are not shy."
"Tell me about it. Ramon thought you should have diamond, Jim wanted a pearl. They wanted to vote on it. I hope you like my choice. I wanted to give you something non-traditional, to match your uniqueness."
"It's perfect. Anything you would have given me would have been perfect, but an emerald is my favorite stone. So you did very well."
We were both looking down at my hand and Clay was tracing the ring on my finger. I'm sure we had silly grins on our faces. Both of us were enjoying the moment.
"Ahem, excuse me." Bud was standing in front of us, smiling at us like he knew a secret. I looked at him.
"What is that grin for?"
"The two of you. I was remembering the first time we met Clay. We got along soooo well."
Clay and I both snickered at that. We remembered the same thing.
"Clay, I want you to know that Sarah McKenzie is the finest woman I know, other than Harriet. And Mac, I don't know what you did to this man but keep it up. He has changed, for the better. I've enjoyed working with you both. It made me feel whole again somehow."
Clay spoke up instantly, "Bud, you don't need us or anything to make you whole. You were never less than what you have always been. Yes, you are missing a leg, but that didn't make you what you are. It's the heart inside your chest, and the brain inside you head. I told you before that we could not have accomplished what we did without you. You are more than an investigating lawyer; you are our friend. You knew what we needed before we even knew we needed it."
Bud was blushing at the praise from Clay. Clay did not give kudos to anyone if they didn't deserve it.
"Bud, I'm proud to call you my friend. I have a question for you." He looked at me as to ask permission for something. I nodded in agreement; I guessed what he was going to ask.
"Bud would you do me the honor of being my best man? I can think of no better man for the job."
If Bud had been embarrassed before, he was flabbergasted now. I was proud of Clay for asking him. Bud truly was a friend, and even though it wasn't my job to choose, he would have been my choice also.
"I would be honored Clay. I'm sure your people can get us out of jail with no problem."
"LISTEN UP. There will be no trips to jail for anyone. Do you two understand me? I will not be as forgiving as Harriet on this." They had the nerve to laugh at my indignation. Clay just grabbed me around the waist and asked if I wanted to dance and Bud went to Harriet.
Surprisingly the nightclub was not playing dance club music. Each night of the week had a different theme I later found out. Tonight's theme seemed to be romantic dance music, everything from big band and show tunes to Billy Joel. Clay took me into his arms and began to guide me around the dance floor. "The Way you Look Tonight" was playing and Clay was humming and occasionally singing some of the words.
I smiled at him and asked, "Am I Ginger Rogers to your Fred Astaire?"
He nodded and kissed me gently. "Always." We didn't notice the rest of our party looking on; making comments about the romance they were viewing.
Clay's POV
Sarah jumped slightly when she heard 'surprise' erupt from the shadowed crowd. The lights came up and she turned to me, and back to our guests, recognizing who was here. She was smiling in delight, I think.
I went over to Mother and brought her back to introduce her to Sarah. Mother immediately did her best to set Sarah's mind at ease by asking her to call her one of many names for mother. She chose Mamie, a French version of Mommy. It's what I called Mother when I was a small child; it was a perfect choice. Mother always wondered why I stopped calling her that. I had stopped when I found out my father was missing. I think I tried to grow up over night. Sarah was giving my mother back a part of her little boy.
A round of congratulations began. I was talking with the men and the ladies were exclaiming over Sarah's ring. I know she hadn't really looked at it before. She looked up and mouthed that she loved it. I had hoped that she would.
Harriet came up to me and asked for a moment. We stepped out to an exterior deck. "Clay, I don't know every thing that Buddy did for you, but he has never been more alive since the accident. You and Sarah relied on him, made him feel that he was essential. I can't tell you what that did for him. He is a new man, he has his confidence back."
She had tears falling down her cheeks. I stepped closer to her and wiped them. "Harriet, we didn't do anything more than treat him like the man he has always been. He used his investigative skills and helped us more than we can ever repay. It was my good fortune to have his help. Now stop crying and smile, we have a party to attend. Remember to save me a dance."
We rejoined the party inside and Tessa immediately attacked me. Jim shook his head and told me not to encourage her. I managed to disentangle myself from her only to be cornered by Meredith Cavanaugh. I don't know what AJ saw in her. From what I could determine from Sarah and Rabb, she was more than a bit eccentric. To each his own I guess.
I looked up and noticed AJ and Sarah talking. I walked to them and overheard her ask him to give her away. I could see he was touched by the request. His comment was typical and I had to call him on it. Our snarky comments to each other would never change, but I knew he was also a friend. It was amazing. I had gone from having few friends, to having several that would lay down their lives for me. It was overwhelming.
When he walked away, we were temporarily alone. She assured me that the party was a wonderful surprise. We had not discussed the wedding, but she was open to having breakfast with Mother, and beginning the plans. We were talking about her ring when Bud walked up.
He talked of when we had first met. God, I was such as ass then, I had treated Bud with no respect. He made a fool of me with the satellite joke, but it was a gentle humiliation if there is such a thing. Over the years we had built up a grudging respect, that was now a deep friendship. When he tried to thank me for making him feel whole I wanted to take the Navy board that broken him more than loosing a leg had, and deep six the lot.
I looked at Sarah, and was able to convey to her what I was about to ask. She nodded in agreement. His reaction was atypical.
"I would be honored Clay. I'm sure your people can get us out of jail with no problem."
Sarah almost went ballistic at the mention of jail. Bud and I laughed and to calm down her ruffled feathers I asked her to dance.
The song was very appropriate. The way she looked tonight would always stay with me. Her question about Astaire and Rogers could only be answered one way, Always. We continued to dance for several songs, and then the others began to cut in. Dancing with Harriet was interesting with her seven-month baby belly. Mother and I danced a requested tango to the entertainment of all.
Sarah expressed relief when the maitre'd announced dinner. Practically everyone offered a story or toast. Sarah and I took all the kidding and comments in stride. The toasts got more and more risqué with each person. Harriet's, of all people, was the worst. She and Sarah were the only two who had not been drinking. When she finished she and Sarah were draped across each other laughing so hard I thought one or both of them were going to slide to the floor. Everyone else seemed stunned, except Bud. It seems that he's seen this side of his wife many times. After a few seconds of silence everyone else broke up to.
We danced several more songs, then made arrangements to meet Mother in the morning. We slipped out a side door and made our way down to the beach. I slipped Sarah's heels into my pockets and we walked in the moonlight on the wet sand. We strolled along for an hour before we made our way back to the room.
When we entered the suite we kissed each other lightly, gently embracing. We slowly undressed each other kissing each bit of skin as it was exposed. We were in no hurry; we took time to savor every nuance of each other's bodies, returning repeatedly to places that made the other gasp or groan. We reverently touched each other over and over again. When we joined we slowly rocked each other to completion. It was one of the most profound experiences of my life. Sleep claimed us, as we lay wrapped around each other.
TBC
Author: Sheila
Category: Romance
Pairing: Clay/Sarah
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: As If
Spoilers: Up through 'Need to Know'
Summary: Clay and Sarah come together during an investigation
Sarah's POV
1600 Hours Local
When Jim suggested that we go out dancing I was delighted, at first. A night on the town meant dressing up, and I knew all that I had to wear was one of the sundresses Tessa had purchased for. It was a great dress, but not a party dress. I could see that Tracy felt the same.
Ramon told us that our dresses would be fine; that we would look as lovely as we had the night before. I wanted to go dancing with Clay, and what I wore wouldn't affect how we danced. I smiled and agreed.
We had two hours to rest and dress up for the big night. Everyone was quiet on the way up to the rooms, especially Clay. He held my hand and smiled at me, but I could tell he was thinking deeply about something. He would tell me, I'm sure, when he was ready.
We were both tired, and when we got back to the room I wanted to collapse.
"Why don't we sit in the tub and soak our muscles?" he said as he picked up the phone.
"I could do that. You did say 'we', didn't you?"
"Yes, I did. I've just to make a quick call to Langley. Go ahead and fill the tub I'll only be a few minutes."
"OK, but it better be only a few minutes, or I'm coming to get you!" I flipped this last comment over my shoulder.
"Promises, promises."
I began filling the tub, adding some of the lemongrass bubble bath. I was going to have to find out who manufactures this stuff, and get a supply. While the tub filled I went to the shower and began shaving.
A minute later Clay came in; he noticed me in the shower, and began shaving himself. We were done at about the same time and entered the tub together.
The jets were helping relax my tense muscles. Clay held me gently in his arms as I leaned against him, he occasionally kissed me, but other than that we enjoyed being with each other. I was so relaxed I was limp in his arms. I was startled out of a daydream when he spoke.
"Do you thing we are pruny enough?" He was holding up my fingers looking at their wrinkled appearance.
"Yes, this is just the look I was going for," I snickered.
"While I appreciate the 'look' we have got to get dressed. Aren't you the one with a perfect sense of time?"
"Yes, but you do something to me, and I just ignore it." This was said with a kiss as he began patting my dry. The pats were very sensual but nothing overtly sexual. I didn't quite understand his restraint. Whatever was on his mind was really distracting him.
Wrapped in a bath sheet I began applying my makeup and doing my hair. When I was done, I sighed loudly. Clay had been watching and asked me what was wrong.
"I just wish I had something other than a sundress to wear tonight. I know we looked good last night, but I'd like to have something special."
"You have another sundress, just wear that one." As wonderful as he had been to me, he was only a man and just didn't understand.
He hugged me and said, "Let's go get dressed. I would dance with you in this towel if you ask nicely."
As I left the bathroom I couldn't resist popping him one on the butt at that comment.
When I passed the bed on the way to the closet I noticed the dress and lingerie on the bed. It took a few seconds for their presence to really register. The dress was beautiful and the lingerie was perfect. I let out a girly squeal, which was totally unlike me. I looked up and he was leaning against the door jam with his arms and legs crossed. The towel he wore hanging low on his hips. He was smiling widely at my delight and gathered me in his arms when I ran to him.
"You bought these yesterday, didn't you. You went shopping with the Three Amigos? You have got to tell me about that. I don't think Harm knows how to shop. What.."
He put a hand on my mouth mid question. "Sarah, I'll tell you about it while you get dressed." He then turned me back to the clothing and went to get dressed himself.
The story he told about the 'expedition' was hilarious. His description of Harm was dead on. As I put on the underwear I tried to make my motions as sexy as possible. Clay's physical response betrayed him, but he did nothing about it. He eventually turned his back and finished putting on his clothing. I put on the dress and was looking over my appearance reflected in the mirror, it was everything I would have wanted to wear tonight. Then he looked back at me.
I could see the look of love shining in his eyes. My eyes began tearing, I couldn't help it, my heart was overflowing with the love I felt for him.
He walked toward me picking a box off the dresser. I could only look at his face. He looked a little scared and hesitant and I couldn't recall seeing him that way before. He removed something from the box, walked behind me, and placed it around my neck. It was a simple gold chain with a square cut emerald pendant. It hung down to my cleavage that was well displayed by the dress's neckline. He next removed matching earrings and put them on my ears. I hadn't stopped crying since I first saw him look at me. He lifted my chin and took a deep breath, then proposed to me.
It was simple yet eloquent, telling me what was in his heart and soul. We both at tears falling by the time he was finished. I could only nod my acceptance; I was too choked to form words.
He placed a ring on my finger, and we kissed until I saw stars from a lack of breath.
I caressed his cheek and told him of my love and hope that we would grow old in that love together. These last few moments were the most romantic in my life, and I know I would remember them forever. I didn't want to go dancing; I just wanted to spend the evening close to Clay. But he seemed to have different plans.
"Are you ready to go face the gauntlet of well wishers," he whispered.
"They knew you were going to propose?"
He explained further about the 'expedition' and the 'posse'. I could hardly repair my makeup because I was laughing so much. We traded quips about belonging to each other for a few more minutes. I was really enjoying the ribald side of my fiancé.
"Come on Princess Charming, I want to show you off to our friends. But I don't share, so don't accept dances from strange men." He teased ashe placed a kiss on my nose and accompanied me downstairs. I take it that Princess Charming was going to be my pet name. I was going to have come up with one for him.
We were meeting in the lobby again; I suppose meeting in one of the suites would have made too much sense for this crazy group. As Clay said the gauntlet was waiting. They knew from our faces that I had said yes. Harm was the first to step forward. He shook Clay's hand then gave me his blessings. I whispered that I had found my soul mate and I wished for him to find his. He gave me a bear hug lifting me off my feet. Clay gave me a wink, and I knew he was all right with things.
Jim and Ramon then continued the round of kisses and hugs. When Tracy and I hugged I noticed her dress. It suited her perfectly; she blushed telling me Harm purchased it for her. While the statement on the surface was true, Harm was being Harm and not telling her quite everything. I looked over at him and just shook my head. He gave me his grin and I rolled my eyes.
I had tears in my eyes again. Swiping them away I said, "I've cried more in the last week, than I have cried in the last year. Thank you for sharing this time with us. Now let's go dance. Tracy and I are dressed for a night on the town."
Clay and I walked with the others to the beach side nightclub. Soft music was drifting across the dunes, and fairy lights lit the way. Clay stopped and kissed me every few feet. The others were already inside the club by the time we arrived. Clay opened the door, and I walked in ahead of him. There was a large group standing just inside the door, with the dim lighting I couldn't make out the faces. All of a sudden there was a yell of surprise and the lights got brighter.
I turned to Clay, then back to the crowd. Bud and Harriet,Harm and Tracy, the Admiral and Meredith, Tessa and Marita with Ramon and Jim were all standing there grinning at us. Clay left my side and walked over to a elegant looking older woman and kissed her on the cheek. He took her hand and walked her back to me. The others in the group stayed back as they came to me.
"Sarah, I would like you to meet my mother, Porter Webb. Mother, may I present. Lt. Colonel Sarah McKenzie, my fiancée." Porter immediately hugged me and kissed me on the cheek. I couldn't believe that she and the others were all here.
"Welcome to the family Sarah. If you feel comfortable I would love you to call me Mother, or Mom, or Mamie (ma-may) as Clay called me as a child." I was overwhelmed her acceptance. I returned her hug with one of my own.
"I like Mamie, and will be glad to call you that. Thank you for your welcome."
"Child, I have known Clay has loved you for ages. I'm so glad that you two have found each other, finally."
Clay spoke, "Mother, please let's end any embarrassing comments now. I promise you later that you can embarrass me until your heart is content, but tonight is for celebrating."
She turned to him and patted him on the cheek like an errant school boy, "Yes, dear. I'll behave, but only for tonight. Sarah and I have much to discuss! Now show me the ring!"
As she picked up my hand the other women gathered around and looked at it. I'm ashamed to say that I actually had not looked at to note any detail. It was beautiful, and now I could appreciate the all emerald theme. They all oohed and ahhed over it. I caught Clay's eye and mouthed that I loved it. He winked back at me and continued receiving congratulations from the men.
Harriet, for once addressed me by name, "Sarah, congratulations, you look so beautiful, and the ring is gorgeous. We are going to talk when you get home. I want to know everything!"
"Yes, Ma'am. I tell you later, but not everything." At her frown I added, "Most everything, I promise." We laughed together knowing what I wasn't going to share.
"Mac, where did you get that dress? I have to get one similar to it. And the jewelry is perfect. Dish, girl." Tessa was firing up her shopping afterburners. Jim was going to go off the deep end this time.
"You'll have to ask Clay, he bought them all."
"NO, you mean I've missed a primo shopping partner all these years. He's is not long for this world."
"Tessa, I'm sorry he has promised that I'm his only shopping partner. You had your chance." She pouted and laughed.
"You are lucky in more ways than one." She left and walked over to Clay, I'm sure to pump him about the shop. She would never change.
Marita spoke up next, "Ignore her Mac, I always do. Luckily she gives to charity a donation equivalent to what she spends on clothing. And she also gives her old business suits to an organization that helps women enter the workplace."
"I don't have to ignore that side of her, often. Living on the east coast does help." It seemed that I was going to be either laughing or crying tonight.
"I hate to repeat what the others have said, but you are looking beautiful, you are practically glowing. Are you glowing?" She whispered the last.
"No, Marita, I am not glowing, well at least not like Harriet. There hasn't been time. But I hope to in the future. You know, you are as bad as Ramon with the comments."
"I learned at the feet of the master, my dear." We both broke out in loud laughter drawing the attention of the others.
Meredith came and gave me a brief hug. "You know I told AJ that love was in the air. But I really thought it would be someone else. Do you love him Sarah, because this is a really big step."
"Yes Meredith, I love him. I've found laughter, passion, romance and peace in one fantastic package!"
"All that in one. Pretty good deal, I guess you can keep him then."
"Why thank you Meredith, glad you approve. Although I was going to keep him anyway." She smiled at me, and just shook her head and went to congratulate Clay.
I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned to find the Admiral standing there smiling at me. It was silly but I desired his approval for my marriage, as he had been a father figure to me for years. I have always had a soft spot in my heart for him and at one time, if not for the regs, we may have gotten closer. But that was not to be. He has always been protective of me, which many times drove me crazy. He knows how capable I am but would prefer if I didn't risk life and limb as often as I have.
"Mac, congratulations. Did it have to be Webb? I won't be able to threaten him anymore or I'd have to deal with you." We had both turned and were watching Clay try to deal with a curious Meredith.
"Don't worry, Si.." He gave me a look. "OK, AJ. He hasn't changed that much. He's still going to be a pain in the ass, and I doubt that you will restrain yourself if he really needs to be kicked in the ass. I'll just be there to do mop up."
He chuckled, "Mac, I can see that you love him, I have no doubt that he will do everything in his power to see that you are happy. Have you discussed the ramifications of the marriage?"
"If you are talking about going on missions, no we haven't. But I think we both know that I won't be going with him anymore. Our objectivity would be non-existent and I don't think I could watch him put himself in danger, or vice-versa for that matter. We were able to do it this time because we had not really declared ourselves."
"It seems you have thought this through. What about the future, will you continue your career? No pressure intended."
He was smiling, and I really felt no pressure. "AJ, for now I plan on working with no changes. We have both discussed children and we want to start a family right away. So expect a request for maternity leave."
"Just don't deliver in my office, try the SecNav or the DCI. I'll enjoy hearing stories about that."
"AJ, when I have a baby it will be in a hospital, with my husband, delivered by my OB/GYN. Not that I doubt your skill as a midwife, but I would like that aspect of my life to have some normalcy!"
"I'll definitely hold you to that." He kissed my on the cheek and started to join the others.
"AJ, one more question. Will you give me away? You'll have an opportunity to it this time. There is no uncertainty this time."
He smiled, and hugged me again. "It will be my pleasure, even if it is to Webb."
He didn't see Clay walk up to us. "AJ, no comments about me to my fiancée please."
AJ shook his head; "Webb it's going to be a hard habit to break but I will make an effort for Mac. You'll just get the benefit."
"I can live with that. My nose can too." They both started laughing. I believe that since Afghanistan that the Admiral had gained more respect for Clay, however I think that they will always relate to each other the same way.
As the Admiral walked off Clay asked, "Was this OK? I mean, I was told you didn't like surprises. Tracy said that this would be an acceptable surprise. Please, I'm sorry if it.."
I kissed him to shut him up. "This was very acceptable. Usually I don't like surprises, they usually turn out bad for me. But I think my luck has changed with you."
"Thank God. I wanted to make this night extra special. I've been on pins and needles since we put the plans in place."
I kissed him, "the only thing that will make this night more perfect, is when we get back to the room where I can really show you my appreciation."
His eyes lit up. "Can we leave now?"
"I don't think so, but I don't think we are expected to close the place down. We can get out of here after dinner and some dancing. I don't think anyone will miss us."
"That's a plan. I would like us to have breakfast with Mother. I'm sure she will want to discuss the wedding. I know we haven't talked about it ourselves yet, but don't let her pressure you into anything. I can see the wheels spinning from here, planning already."
"We'll discuss it before we meet with her, or it just may come up tonight. This group will not hesitate to give their two cents about the wedding. Our friends are not shy."
"Tell me about it. Ramon thought you should have diamond, Jim wanted a pearl. They wanted to vote on it. I hope you like my choice. I wanted to give you something non-traditional, to match your uniqueness."
"It's perfect. Anything you would have given me would have been perfect, but an emerald is my favorite stone. So you did very well."
We were both looking down at my hand and Clay was tracing the ring on my finger. I'm sure we had silly grins on our faces. Both of us were enjoying the moment.
"Ahem, excuse me." Bud was standing in front of us, smiling at us like he knew a secret. I looked at him.
"What is that grin for?"
"The two of you. I was remembering the first time we met Clay. We got along soooo well."
Clay and I both snickered at that. We remembered the same thing.
"Clay, I want you to know that Sarah McKenzie is the finest woman I know, other than Harriet. And Mac, I don't know what you did to this man but keep it up. He has changed, for the better. I've enjoyed working with you both. It made me feel whole again somehow."
Clay spoke up instantly, "Bud, you don't need us or anything to make you whole. You were never less than what you have always been. Yes, you are missing a leg, but that didn't make you what you are. It's the heart inside your chest, and the brain inside you head. I told you before that we could not have accomplished what we did without you. You are more than an investigating lawyer; you are our friend. You knew what we needed before we even knew we needed it."
Bud was blushing at the praise from Clay. Clay did not give kudos to anyone if they didn't deserve it.
"Bud, I'm proud to call you my friend. I have a question for you." He looked at me as to ask permission for something. I nodded in agreement; I guessed what he was going to ask.
"Bud would you do me the honor of being my best man? I can think of no better man for the job."
If Bud had been embarrassed before, he was flabbergasted now. I was proud of Clay for asking him. Bud truly was a friend, and even though it wasn't my job to choose, he would have been my choice also.
"I would be honored Clay. I'm sure your people can get us out of jail with no problem."
"LISTEN UP. There will be no trips to jail for anyone. Do you two understand me? I will not be as forgiving as Harriet on this." They had the nerve to laugh at my indignation. Clay just grabbed me around the waist and asked if I wanted to dance and Bud went to Harriet.
Surprisingly the nightclub was not playing dance club music. Each night of the week had a different theme I later found out. Tonight's theme seemed to be romantic dance music, everything from big band and show tunes to Billy Joel. Clay took me into his arms and began to guide me around the dance floor. "The Way you Look Tonight" was playing and Clay was humming and occasionally singing some of the words.
I smiled at him and asked, "Am I Ginger Rogers to your Fred Astaire?"
He nodded and kissed me gently. "Always." We didn't notice the rest of our party looking on; making comments about the romance they were viewing.
Clay's POV
Sarah jumped slightly when she heard 'surprise' erupt from the shadowed crowd. The lights came up and she turned to me, and back to our guests, recognizing who was here. She was smiling in delight, I think.
I went over to Mother and brought her back to introduce her to Sarah. Mother immediately did her best to set Sarah's mind at ease by asking her to call her one of many names for mother. She chose Mamie, a French version of Mommy. It's what I called Mother when I was a small child; it was a perfect choice. Mother always wondered why I stopped calling her that. I had stopped when I found out my father was missing. I think I tried to grow up over night. Sarah was giving my mother back a part of her little boy.
A round of congratulations began. I was talking with the men and the ladies were exclaiming over Sarah's ring. I know she hadn't really looked at it before. She looked up and mouthed that she loved it. I had hoped that she would.
Harriet came up to me and asked for a moment. We stepped out to an exterior deck. "Clay, I don't know every thing that Buddy did for you, but he has never been more alive since the accident. You and Sarah relied on him, made him feel that he was essential. I can't tell you what that did for him. He is a new man, he has his confidence back."
She had tears falling down her cheeks. I stepped closer to her and wiped them. "Harriet, we didn't do anything more than treat him like the man he has always been. He used his investigative skills and helped us more than we can ever repay. It was my good fortune to have his help. Now stop crying and smile, we have a party to attend. Remember to save me a dance."
We rejoined the party inside and Tessa immediately attacked me. Jim shook his head and told me not to encourage her. I managed to disentangle myself from her only to be cornered by Meredith Cavanaugh. I don't know what AJ saw in her. From what I could determine from Sarah and Rabb, she was more than a bit eccentric. To each his own I guess.
I looked up and noticed AJ and Sarah talking. I walked to them and overheard her ask him to give her away. I could see he was touched by the request. His comment was typical and I had to call him on it. Our snarky comments to each other would never change, but I knew he was also a friend. It was amazing. I had gone from having few friends, to having several that would lay down their lives for me. It was overwhelming.
When he walked away, we were temporarily alone. She assured me that the party was a wonderful surprise. We had not discussed the wedding, but she was open to having breakfast with Mother, and beginning the plans. We were talking about her ring when Bud walked up.
He talked of when we had first met. God, I was such as ass then, I had treated Bud with no respect. He made a fool of me with the satellite joke, but it was a gentle humiliation if there is such a thing. Over the years we had built up a grudging respect, that was now a deep friendship. When he tried to thank me for making him feel whole I wanted to take the Navy board that broken him more than loosing a leg had, and deep six the lot.
I looked at Sarah, and was able to convey to her what I was about to ask. She nodded in agreement. His reaction was atypical.
"I would be honored Clay. I'm sure your people can get us out of jail with no problem."
Sarah almost went ballistic at the mention of jail. Bud and I laughed and to calm down her ruffled feathers I asked her to dance.
The song was very appropriate. The way she looked tonight would always stay with me. Her question about Astaire and Rogers could only be answered one way, Always. We continued to dance for several songs, and then the others began to cut in. Dancing with Harriet was interesting with her seven-month baby belly. Mother and I danced a requested tango to the entertainment of all.
Sarah expressed relief when the maitre'd announced dinner. Practically everyone offered a story or toast. Sarah and I took all the kidding and comments in stride. The toasts got more and more risqué with each person. Harriet's, of all people, was the worst. She and Sarah were the only two who had not been drinking. When she finished she and Sarah were draped across each other laughing so hard I thought one or both of them were going to slide to the floor. Everyone else seemed stunned, except Bud. It seems that he's seen this side of his wife many times. After a few seconds of silence everyone else broke up to.
We danced several more songs, then made arrangements to meet Mother in the morning. We slipped out a side door and made our way down to the beach. I slipped Sarah's heels into my pockets and we walked in the moonlight on the wet sand. We strolled along for an hour before we made our way back to the room.
When we entered the suite we kissed each other lightly, gently embracing. We slowly undressed each other kissing each bit of skin as it was exposed. We were in no hurry; we took time to savor every nuance of each other's bodies, returning repeatedly to places that made the other gasp or groan. We reverently touched each other over and over again. When we joined we slowly rocked each other to completion. It was one of the most profound experiences of my life. Sleep claimed us, as we lay wrapped around each other.
TBC