Part 11: Right Time
August 13th 2003
It was a little after midnight. Harm was standing at the kitchen counter sorting through his mail. He had been away for a long time. Too long of a time. Most of his mail was boring bills and postcards from friends on vacation and there was also one letter from Sergei, but what really interested him was the nine thick envelopes, which only had his name on them. Harm recognized the writing very well, but he couldn't understand why she would be sending him letters. She knew very well that he wasn't there to read them. He wasn't sure if he should read them or call her first.
It was decided for him, when the mail drop opened and one more of those letters fell down just inside the door. He rushed over to the door and flung it open. He wanted to stop her before she had left. Mac however hadn't been in any rush to go home. She had stood leaning on the door and when it flung open she literally fell into his arms.
"Hey," Harm said holding on tight to her.
"When did you get here?" Mac said when she had caught up from her shock.
"Just now."
"Where were you? What happened?" Mac started to ask, but she knew he couldn't answer and maybe that was for the best. "I missed you so, so, so much," she said instead and held on to him as hard as she could. "I missed you too, Sweet thing."
"Harm, you have to promise me to never ever call me that again," Mac said and pushed him away just a little so she could see his face.
"Can't to that..." his refusal to promise was met with an ice-cold stare from Mac. But it didn't last long. Soon Mac was smiling at him and they hugged each other again seeking out the other's lips. They didn't want to break contact ever again. Slowly they were walking, dancing and tumbling towards Harm's bed.
Suddenly Harm stopped and Mac almost fell backwards, but Harm managed to grab her before she did so.
"I love you, Mac regardless of what you want to do, but I want you to be sure. Are you sure about this?"
"Oh, Harm I love you so much."
"But are you sure?"
"Yes," Mac answered and kissed him again. The trip to the bedroom continued. Forgotten was everything else. This was just about the two of them.
Later Mac was lying with Harm wrapped around her. She never felt as safe as when she lay like this with Harm and now a new level of intimacy and comfortableness had been added.
"What's up with those letters?" Harm asked her. Neither one of them wanted to fall asleep, afraid that they would wake up and realize that this had just been a dream.
"Jane, the therapist, told me to write letters to my mom and dad. There were so many things I never got to tell them and even if they never get to read those letters it felt really good to write them. I started writing a letter to you and it felt good to leave them here so they'd be here for you when you came back."
"I still get to read them, right?"
"Of course. They aren't very exciting though..."
"They're from you, that makes them exciting to me," he said and smiled into the back of her neck."
They were quiet for a while.
"Does your mother know about Elena?" he asked.
"No. I don't know where she is. I gave her my address, when I met her when my father was dying, but she never contacted me," Mac answered sadly. She didn't miss her mother in her own life. Her mother had been out of it for so long. But it was still a loss to not even have an address and being able to tell her that she was a grandmother.
Once again there was moments of silence between them. They were very comfortable that way.
"What are you doing tomorrow?" Harm asked.
"I have the afternoon off actually. Harriet and Jimmy were going to come over, but I'm sure I can reschedule that somehow."
"Who's Jimmy?"
"Right, you don't know about him. He was born after you left. Jimmy is Bud and Harriet's son. I took the liberty to put you in on our present for his baptizing. Maybe Harriet and Jimmy could still come over and you'd get to meet him. I'll call you from work tomorrow and we can decide how we'll do it," Mac explained to him.
"We'll see about that tomorrow."
"Harm, I have to leave..." Mac said reluctantly after a few minutes.
"No... stay," he said and began to kiss her.
"Elena..."
"Do you really?" Harm asked. He was disappointed, but he also understood that she couldn't just be away like that. She had responsibilities.
"I really do."
"I want you to stay the whole night..."
"I want that too. I just can't do it so spontaneously," Mac said.
"I know, I know." As Mac got up and got dressed he started to do the same. She stopped and looked at him. "I'm taking you home."
"No you're not. Then my car will be here. Go to sleep, Harm. You need it and I'll be fine," Mac protested. "I'll see you tomorrow, right?"
"Of course. But I'm still following you to your car," Harm compromised and soon they were both dressed and down by the car.
"See you," Mac said and Harm kissed her before he closed the door.
"See you, Sarah," he said and Mac drove off.
TBC
August 13th 2003
It was a little after midnight. Harm was standing at the kitchen counter sorting through his mail. He had been away for a long time. Too long of a time. Most of his mail was boring bills and postcards from friends on vacation and there was also one letter from Sergei, but what really interested him was the nine thick envelopes, which only had his name on them. Harm recognized the writing very well, but he couldn't understand why she would be sending him letters. She knew very well that he wasn't there to read them. He wasn't sure if he should read them or call her first.
It was decided for him, when the mail drop opened and one more of those letters fell down just inside the door. He rushed over to the door and flung it open. He wanted to stop her before she had left. Mac however hadn't been in any rush to go home. She had stood leaning on the door and when it flung open she literally fell into his arms.
"Hey," Harm said holding on tight to her.
"When did you get here?" Mac said when she had caught up from her shock.
"Just now."
"Where were you? What happened?" Mac started to ask, but she knew he couldn't answer and maybe that was for the best. "I missed you so, so, so much," she said instead and held on to him as hard as she could. "I missed you too, Sweet thing."
"Harm, you have to promise me to never ever call me that again," Mac said and pushed him away just a little so she could see his face.
"Can't to that..." his refusal to promise was met with an ice-cold stare from Mac. But it didn't last long. Soon Mac was smiling at him and they hugged each other again seeking out the other's lips. They didn't want to break contact ever again. Slowly they were walking, dancing and tumbling towards Harm's bed.
Suddenly Harm stopped and Mac almost fell backwards, but Harm managed to grab her before she did so.
"I love you, Mac regardless of what you want to do, but I want you to be sure. Are you sure about this?"
"Oh, Harm I love you so much."
"But are you sure?"
"Yes," Mac answered and kissed him again. The trip to the bedroom continued. Forgotten was everything else. This was just about the two of them.
Later Mac was lying with Harm wrapped around her. She never felt as safe as when she lay like this with Harm and now a new level of intimacy and comfortableness had been added.
"What's up with those letters?" Harm asked her. Neither one of them wanted to fall asleep, afraid that they would wake up and realize that this had just been a dream.
"Jane, the therapist, told me to write letters to my mom and dad. There were so many things I never got to tell them and even if they never get to read those letters it felt really good to write them. I started writing a letter to you and it felt good to leave them here so they'd be here for you when you came back."
"I still get to read them, right?"
"Of course. They aren't very exciting though..."
"They're from you, that makes them exciting to me," he said and smiled into the back of her neck."
They were quiet for a while.
"Does your mother know about Elena?" he asked.
"No. I don't know where she is. I gave her my address, when I met her when my father was dying, but she never contacted me," Mac answered sadly. She didn't miss her mother in her own life. Her mother had been out of it for so long. But it was still a loss to not even have an address and being able to tell her that she was a grandmother.
Once again there was moments of silence between them. They were very comfortable that way.
"What are you doing tomorrow?" Harm asked.
"I have the afternoon off actually. Harriet and Jimmy were going to come over, but I'm sure I can reschedule that somehow."
"Who's Jimmy?"
"Right, you don't know about him. He was born after you left. Jimmy is Bud and Harriet's son. I took the liberty to put you in on our present for his baptizing. Maybe Harriet and Jimmy could still come over and you'd get to meet him. I'll call you from work tomorrow and we can decide how we'll do it," Mac explained to him.
"We'll see about that tomorrow."
"Harm, I have to leave..." Mac said reluctantly after a few minutes.
"No... stay," he said and began to kiss her.
"Elena..."
"Do you really?" Harm asked. He was disappointed, but he also understood that she couldn't just be away like that. She had responsibilities.
"I really do."
"I want you to stay the whole night..."
"I want that too. I just can't do it so spontaneously," Mac said.
"I know, I know." As Mac got up and got dressed he started to do the same. She stopped and looked at him. "I'm taking you home."
"No you're not. Then my car will be here. Go to sleep, Harm. You need it and I'll be fine," Mac protested. "I'll see you tomorrow, right?"
"Of course. But I'm still following you to your car," Harm compromised and soon they were both dressed and down by the car.
"See you," Mac said and Harm kissed her before he closed the door.
"See you, Sarah," he said and Mac drove off.
TBC