Author: socgrl
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Everything up until now
Disclaimer: I'm just using the characters for my own enjoyment and the enjoyment of all the other fine JAG fans. Don't own them, but right now I wish I did.
A/N: I am becoming increasingly frustrated with the developments thus far in this season. Without Harm at JAG, it's not JAG. I'm just venting.so therefore I wrote a little story more to my likings. Let me know what you think..so on with the show:
2400 Zulu
Home of Commander Harmon Rabb
North of Union Station
Over the past couple of weeks Harm and Mac had found themselves spending almost every evening at one another's home, going over case files, having dinner, or just hanging out and further developing their new relationship. Harm decided to make tonight a little more special. He made a wonderful dinner and was about to get the sparkling grape juice from the freezer when he heard a light rapping at his door. He walked over and opened the door knowing instinctively that it was Mac and right on time as always.
Harm opened the door and stared at her in awe. She was wearing a white button down sweater, a black skirt, and black heals. She looked breathtaking.
"Aren't you going to let me in flyboy, or do I have to stand out here all night?" she asked with a smile playing on her lips. She could tell that he was otherwise occupied which gave her a perfect chance to look him over. He was wearing khaki pants, and a black button down suit shirt. He was.well "wow" was the only thing she could come up with.
"Ah Mac.Sarah..you look absolutely beautiful this evening. Come in, come in." Harm said finally finding his voice.
As she walked past him her arm brushed against his chest and she inhaled a scent that was distinctly his. She knew the components of this smell by heart; soap: Lever 2000, gel: Dep, and cologne: Nautica. When all three of those smells came together and mixed with Harms own personal scent, it was heaven.
When she finally got through the door she realized that the "mood" was definitely set. Her heart began to beat quickly and became increasingly excited. He walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. He leaned in closely and placed light kisses on the back of her neck.
"Harm, you did this all for me?" Mac questioned as she got a good look at her surroundings. Harm had turned off all of the lights and lit candles all over his apartment. The coffee table had been moved around so that the area in front of the couch consisted of a blanket, two pillows, bread, and fruit. "Well, no, not entirely," he responded, "I plan to get a little out of this as well," he stated with a beautiful flyboy smile which won him a playful slap on the arm. "Oh really, you really think so, huh," Mac played back.
He led her over to the blanket on the floor and asked her for her shoes as she sat down. He took her shoes into the bedroom and placed them just outside of his closet. He made one last stop into the kitchen before bringing two wine flutes and a bottle of Sparkling Grape juice into the living room.
They talked about work and about everything that was going on. They talked about how exciting it was going to be that Harriet would be delivering her next child any week now. He fed her fruit and she returned the favor. When they finished eating Harm took all of their leftovers into the kitchen. Mac lay back on a pillow waiting for his return.
When Harm got back into the living room he noticed that Mac had laid down on one of the pillows he had set out on the floor. He looked her over, 'God, she is beautiful. How did I get so lucky as to have the most beautiful women in the world become my entire life?' She was looking up at him with one of her little half smiles that made him go positively crazy. Upon closer inspection he noticed that the two bottom buttons of her sweater were undone which left Harm a glimpse of her stomach.
He lay down next to her and looked into her eyes. As if on cue they both leaned in and shared a beautiful, slow, breathtaking kiss. As he pulled away he let his fingers linger around her stomach where her sweater had allowed him access. He drew lazy circles around her bellybutton and then leaned down and placed a circle of kisses where his fingers had just occupied.
He looked up to see that she had closed her eyes. He knew that she was enjoying herself.
He slowly began to make his way back to her lips. First kissing her stomach again and then slowly removing each button of her sweater and leaving a kiss where the button had just been removed. He could feel her arching her back to receive his kisses which slowly drove him crazy. He opened up the sweater and found Sarah MacKenzie clad in a simple white lace bra. He kissed the top of each breast and made a trail of kisses from her neck to her lips.
When he finally made it to her lips she was fully prepared to return his favor.
A/N: you know the drill.R&R.let me know if I should continue
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Everything up until now
Disclaimer: I'm just using the characters for my own enjoyment and the enjoyment of all the other fine JAG fans. Don't own them, but right now I wish I did.
A/N: I am becoming increasingly frustrated with the developments thus far in this season. Without Harm at JAG, it's not JAG. I'm just venting.so therefore I wrote a little story more to my likings. Let me know what you think..so on with the show:
2400 Zulu
Home of Commander Harmon Rabb
North of Union Station
Over the past couple of weeks Harm and Mac had found themselves spending almost every evening at one another's home, going over case files, having dinner, or just hanging out and further developing their new relationship. Harm decided to make tonight a little more special. He made a wonderful dinner and was about to get the sparkling grape juice from the freezer when he heard a light rapping at his door. He walked over and opened the door knowing instinctively that it was Mac and right on time as always.
Harm opened the door and stared at her in awe. She was wearing a white button down sweater, a black skirt, and black heals. She looked breathtaking.
"Aren't you going to let me in flyboy, or do I have to stand out here all night?" she asked with a smile playing on her lips. She could tell that he was otherwise occupied which gave her a perfect chance to look him over. He was wearing khaki pants, and a black button down suit shirt. He was.well "wow" was the only thing she could come up with.
"Ah Mac.Sarah..you look absolutely beautiful this evening. Come in, come in." Harm said finally finding his voice.
As she walked past him her arm brushed against his chest and she inhaled a scent that was distinctly his. She knew the components of this smell by heart; soap: Lever 2000, gel: Dep, and cologne: Nautica. When all three of those smells came together and mixed with Harms own personal scent, it was heaven.
When she finally got through the door she realized that the "mood" was definitely set. Her heart began to beat quickly and became increasingly excited. He walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. He leaned in closely and placed light kisses on the back of her neck.
"Harm, you did this all for me?" Mac questioned as she got a good look at her surroundings. Harm had turned off all of the lights and lit candles all over his apartment. The coffee table had been moved around so that the area in front of the couch consisted of a blanket, two pillows, bread, and fruit. "Well, no, not entirely," he responded, "I plan to get a little out of this as well," he stated with a beautiful flyboy smile which won him a playful slap on the arm. "Oh really, you really think so, huh," Mac played back.
He led her over to the blanket on the floor and asked her for her shoes as she sat down. He took her shoes into the bedroom and placed them just outside of his closet. He made one last stop into the kitchen before bringing two wine flutes and a bottle of Sparkling Grape juice into the living room.
They talked about work and about everything that was going on. They talked about how exciting it was going to be that Harriet would be delivering her next child any week now. He fed her fruit and she returned the favor. When they finished eating Harm took all of their leftovers into the kitchen. Mac lay back on a pillow waiting for his return.
When Harm got back into the living room he noticed that Mac had laid down on one of the pillows he had set out on the floor. He looked her over, 'God, she is beautiful. How did I get so lucky as to have the most beautiful women in the world become my entire life?' She was looking up at him with one of her little half smiles that made him go positively crazy. Upon closer inspection he noticed that the two bottom buttons of her sweater were undone which left Harm a glimpse of her stomach.
He lay down next to her and looked into her eyes. As if on cue they both leaned in and shared a beautiful, slow, breathtaking kiss. As he pulled away he let his fingers linger around her stomach where her sweater had allowed him access. He drew lazy circles around her bellybutton and then leaned down and placed a circle of kisses where his fingers had just occupied.
He looked up to see that she had closed her eyes. He knew that she was enjoying herself.
He slowly began to make his way back to her lips. First kissing her stomach again and then slowly removing each button of her sweater and leaving a kiss where the button had just been removed. He could feel her arching her back to receive his kisses which slowly drove him crazy. He opened up the sweater and found Sarah MacKenzie clad in a simple white lace bra. He kissed the top of each breast and made a trail of kisses from her neck to her lips.
When he finally made it to her lips she was fully prepared to return his favor.
A/N: you know the drill.R&R.let me know if I should continue