…Till Death Does Us Part - Part 12/22

Disclaimer - See part one for all important information

Mac felt ready to give him a comment, but instead she picked up his hand and lightly kissed a bandage.  "Better?"

"That one is," Harm stated.  "How about if I tell you which ones hurt the most?"

"I take it this one didn't hurt much."

"No."  Harm pointed to a mark on his upper arm.  "This ones pretty bad."

Mac leaned in and kissed the mark, this time her lips lingered a little longer.  Her upper body was pressed against his side. 

"Here," Harm softly said pointed to his other arm.

Mac leaned across him and placed a hand on his chest to steady herself.  Her lips kissed his bruise and instead of pulling back, her lips moved to another close to it.  She looked into his dazzling eyes.  "That one looked like it hurt, too."

"Right here."  Harm pointed to his chest.

Mac kissed the center of his chest as Harm placed a hand on her back.  Her hand on his chest started to touch his skin in a different way than before.  The light stroke brought about another change in both of them. 

Mac's lips moved across the bandages up to his shoulder.  She took it upon herself to kiss one of the marks there, before she turned her attention to his face.  He touched the mark below his chin.  Mac leaned closer and kissed it.  As she pulled back she let her tongue slip out of her mouth and gently licked a spot on his neck.  Her reward was a low groan from Harm.

Mac lifted her head and looked directly into Harm's passion filled eyes.  Harm found himself gazing into a pair, which directed the same feeling.  He lifted a finger to his lips.  "Here too."

Mac leaned in and kissed his lips gently.  The gentle idea was hers, but Harm had another idea as his tongue took it upon itself to scorch across her lips.

Mac's mouth opened and accepted the visitor.  Hers tangled with his as the kiss grew and grew.  Her hands gripped at his chest and shoulder.  Harm's hands found their way under the back of Mac's shirt.

As the kiss grew and they stroked each other boldly with their hands Harm maneuvered Mac so she was lying on the bed under him.  Harm tore his mouth from hers and started to kiss down her neck to the exposed skin of her chest.  One of his hands moved to her waist to hold her position under him.  The other hand worked its way over her shirt to the annoying buttons, which were aching to be undone.

Mac moaned as Harm spent several moments on her sensitive spot, where her shoulder and neck meet.  "Harm."

At his name, Harm lifted his head from the feast before him and returned to her lips.  There was nothing kind and sweet about the mating of their mouths.  They passionately clashed with each other as their hands moved about each other.

Mac's hands moved down to his six and gave him a not so subtle squeeze.  Harm pressed his arousal towards where he wanted to be most.  "Sarah."  He breathed out as his one hand finished unbuttoning her shirt.  

He pulled back and looked down at her.  Her head was thrown back and her chest was aching for his attention.  Harm's hand moved the cotton material away from her breast.  He leaned back over her and proceeded to kiss her neck and worked himself towards her aching breast.

His lips trailed across her skin.  He lost himself in her feel and the smell of her skin.  But it was her taste he desired more of.  He opened his mouth and let his tongue lick its way over the lace covering her delectable anatomy.  His hand moved from the side of the bed where it found itself to gently caress the soft yet firm skin under the lace.

"Harm," Mac moaned as she pressed herself into his hand.

Harm pulled his head from her place of worship and moved back to her lips at her command of her hands, which were now holding his head.  "You're so beautiful." 

Their lips meet again in the same ritual as before, yet this time the only difference was Harm's hands were now where his mouth was.  He molded the flesh to fit into the palm of his hands.  The hard peak under the lace covered breast burned into his flesh.  His thoughts were distracted on Mac as she gained the upper hand.

Mac rolled on the bed so she was now on top of him.  Her body pressed him into the mattress. Harm felt a moment of pain from his bruises, but Mac's body made up for the pain tenfold.  Mac lifted up and gazed down at Harm's face.  She quickly moved her head and kissed down his neck.  She worked her lips across his collarbone and stopped.  Her body grew stiff and she stopped all movement. 

Harm froze also.  "Mac?"

"We have to stop," Mac said as she pulled herself away from Harm.

Harm sat up in the bed as Mac sat at the edge of her bed with her back to him.  "Mac?"

"We can't do this, Harm."

"Yes, we can."  Harm told her as he touched her back.

Mac jumped off the bed as if his touch burned her skin.  "I'll sleep in the living room.  Have a good night."

Before Harm could say anything Mac shot out of the room and closed the bedroom door behind her.  Harm stared at the open door.  "Damn it, Mac. When are you going to accept the fact that I will not let you go? "

End of Part 12