Disclaimer: I'm still playing with 'em.. I promise to return 'em in better shape than when I got 'em.. They'll come back satisfied, wondering why in the world DPB has left them in such a state of depravity and neglect for so long... FEEL SHAME, DPB, FEEL SHAME...
A/N: I love you guys too much to make you wait a month for more... that and this weekend was trash and to get away from it I locked myself away and pecked at some keys..
A/N 2: The other day a friend of mine asked me why I waste my time writing "this tasteless trash"... I'm not going to talk to her much anymore.. Just so you know, Amanda, because I know you'll read this... I do this to satisfy longings that I'm sure a lot of JAG fans have... So there... And to the ones of you who understand why I write, and for those of you who read FF religiously as I do, I say, "I love you, and tune in on September 24th..."
Smooches!
- "thelonelyone"
"Through Thick and Thin"
Part Five
For it to be a Sunday morning, time sure is standing still. Usually, Sundays are mere blips, a barely existent 24 hour period that tosses me into Monday morning with little to no warning at all. It's a little after nine, and I have already woken up, made love to Mac, fallen back into deep sleep, and now I am awake once more. Speaking of Mac.. Where is she? She's not next to me... Damn. I'm actually going to have to get up and get dressed. And sometime today, I will have to call Mattie and remind her to make sure she has everything ready for school tomorrow. I'll have to tell Jennifer to check behind her.. Damn... Damn. Damn. Damn...
After pulling on a pair of boxers and searching for a t-shirt, I realize that all my shirts are still in the washing machine and smile. For some reason, I never got around to tossing them in the dryer... I wonder why.. Oh, no wait, I know why.. I was busy making love over and over again to the best thing that's ever happened to me..
I head into the living room and find Mac wrapped up in my fleece US Navy blanket. She is sipping a cup of coffee and reading a rather thick paperback book. Upon closer inspection of the book I smile. She's reading "All You'll Ever Need to Know About Buying Your First Home". I have no idea where she got this book, maybe from Harriet? I have no idea when she got this book.. I've been with her all weekend... Maybe she had been thinking about buying a house for awhile. Maybe she and Brumby were looking a house.. I have no idea. God, her and Brumby? I should get up every morning and thank God that I ended up with hypothermia drifting at sea.. I honestly don't know what I would have done if she had gone through with marrying him. What would I have done if I had of lost her? All of a sudden it hits me...
I'm going to ask her to marry me. I'm going to ask her to be mine for all of eternity. There is no one else for me. My days of searching are over. I've finally found the one...
"Harm? Harm?" I hear her say. She's looking at me questioningly. I think she's been trying to get my attention for awhile...
"Sorry, Mac, I was, ah... Yeah, what is it?" I say, knowing instantly that I have made her suspicious. She has that look, the one that tells me that I have, in some way, inadvertently tipped her off as to the fact that I have just made plans mentally to do something completely uncharacteristic of me.. I swear this woman can read me like a book...
"Where were you just then?" She asks, laughing at me. Maybe she's not too suspicious...
"I have no idea... Ah, good morning." I say, wanting to dig a hole and crawl into it. That was my answer? That was what I said to convince her that her suspicions are just that, suspicions? I'm slipping. I'm definitely slipping. I used to be so good with come backs... One look at her and suddenly, I'm stuttering, staring off into space, thinking about marriage, and losing every ounce of cool I have worked so hard to obtain...
"Ah, good morning to you too." She says playfully. She slips a bookmark into the book and closes it. "Your shirts and jeans are in the dryer."
"Thanks." I say, walking over to her and leaning down to give her a kiss. I sit down next to her and she smiles up at me.
"So... what are we going to do today?" She asks, leaning into my embrace.
"What do you want to do?" I ask, kissing her once again.
"I don't know... Sometime later, food would be nice... For now I guess we can take a shower. By the time we get out, your clothes should be dry." She says, putting the book on the coffee table and standing up to stretch.
"A shower, huh? As in you and me in the shower together?" I ask, smiling and liking the idea of the combination of water and Mac naked.
"Well.. it would save time and water. We could look at it as us doing our part to conserve water and energy." She says, laughing and taking me by the hand.
"So we get naked together for the environment?" I ask, standing up and pulling her into my arms.
"Well, yeah, that and we could both use a shower." She says, running her hands up my bare chest.
"Then what are we waiting for?" I ask. With that, I pick her up and carry her into her bedroom. I put her down in front of her chest of drawers and she picks out a thong and a bra, a t-shirt, and from the closet she grabs a pair of jeans. She smiles at me and then opens the drawer she has allowed me to put my things in. She grabs a pair of boxers and some socks and says, "All set." With items in hand she strides over to me and I pick her up and carry her into the bathroom.
Once in the bathroom, I am amazed at how fast we manage to undress each other. We end up under the warm cascade of water, groping and making out, while simultaneously lathering each other up. I'm going to smell like her, a blend of nature and something completely all her own, but I could care less. She's running her fingers through my hair, smiling as she works in some herbal blend of willow, jasmine, and something I don't quite recognize into my hair. I'm not focused on what she's doing to me so much as I am focused on where my hands are roaming. She's wet, and slick, and laughing as my hands explore places my mind, body, and soul long to memorize.
Something about Mac being naked and wet and pressed up against me is more than I can take. In a passionate surge of energy, I lift her up and on to me..
We have now made love in her bedroom, the living room, and the shower. The only place left is the kitchen... Hmm, later, right now I've got to try not to fall.. or slip..
