Disclaimer: No, I don't own JAG. Why did USA rerun Season 4 but leave out 'Mr. Rabb Goes to Washington' and 'People v. Mac'? Those two episodes were the whole reason I had USA on this week, and they went from 'Angels 30' straight to 'The Black Jet'.
A/N: Does anyone else have the 'twenty stories, no beginnings' problem I'm having right now? I have at least five stories with great middles and endings that I can't post because the beginnings are really weak or nonexistent. Why can't I just start in the middle, where the action is?
"She isn't out there, Harm," I hear myself say, and now I have his full attention. I push the checkerboard out of the way and scoot forward until I'm kneeling in front of him, committing myself to finally breaking the cycle we've spent so long perfecting.
"She's right here."
We look at each other for a long moment, and I try to put what I'm feeling into my gaze. I'm not sure which of us moves first, but eventually our lips are mere centimeters apart.
"Sarah," he breathes, raising his hand to rest his fingers on my cheek. "Maybe you missed the last part of that."
"Hmm," I reply, mirroring his motion. His five o'clock shadow tickles the tips of my fingers. "She has to be me. Check. She has to be in love with you...check. No, I think I've got it."
The look on his face melts my heart. It's awe and love and childish delight all at the same time, and it's directed at me. I did that. I made him that happy. Suddenly I feel ten feet tall and bulletproof.
"I love you so much," he whispers. My breath catches in my throat at his admission, and then his lips are on mine and I can't think about anything else.
My internal clock goes haywire, so I don't know how long we spend making out like high school kids on the floor of Harm's apartment, but it's definitely not long enough before a sharp knock at his door pulls us apart. We look at each other for a minute, and then he shakes his head with a huge grin.
"Let 'em knock," he murmurs, leaning in to kiss me again. More than willing to let whoever's at the door stay there indefinitely, I return his kiss and lean forward against him. He lies back so I'm sprawled across him, and I can't help the laugh that escapes me at the loud repetitive knocking from the foyer.
"Someone's persistent," I mumble as his lips trace a path down my jaw to my neck. "Maybe you should – mmph…"
His lips recapture mine to silence my protests. "They can wait," he responds, rolling over and taking me with him so that he's got me firmly pinned to the floor. Not that I'm complaining. "We're busy," he adds, and I smirk up at him.
"Any chance we might get busier?" I inquire innocently, and he mock-growls at me before lowering his mouth to my neck again. I like that and I let him know it, making a little noise of pleasure as his teeth scrape lightly against my skin. His hands have traveled lower, to the bottom of my shirt, and I have a moment to debate with myself whether or not we're moving too fast. As he starts to work my shirt up my sides, I shrug inwardly. With anyone else it would be too fast, but I've known Harm for three years and been in love with him at least that long. I'm not sure there is a 'too fast' for us.
The knocking at the door is becoming ridiculous, but I ignore it in favor of determining exactly what it feels like to wrap my arms around Harm and hold on to him with everything I've got. It's something I've always wanted to do, and he smiles against my lips as my arms tighten around him.
"I've wanted to do that forever," I admit breathlessly, tilting my head back to look up at him. He gives me one of his gorgeous flyboy grins and reaches out to brush his thumb against my cheek.
"Then do it forever," he replies, leaning in to kiss me again. "I certainly won't stop you."
The knocking at the door has stopped, something that Harm gives no indication of noticing. We both freeze, however, at the sound of a key in the lock, and then the door swings open. I look over first, my hands clenching on Harm's shoulders as I realize who's just walked in on us.