New Years Kiss

It always surprised Harm to see her dressed up in fancy clothing. The impossibly high heels, the gentle make up and the smell of a certain perfume Mac only wore during formal events.

Standing in the shadows of the darkened balcony he could stare unabashed through the windows at the spectacular black dress she wore that molded to her body, passing over every curve he hungered to touch, to kiss. Sighing heavily, he downed what was left of the champagne he held and then turned to look out at the city.

Washington was never more beautiful than at night when the city seemed to twinkle. The air was far too crisp to be standing outsideoutsihe needed some time to tame the seething jealousy over every man that seemed to salivate the moment Sarah MacKenzie stepped into the room.

Everyone seemed to want her for something. A conversation here, a dance there, a kiss on the cheek that, while chaste made his insides churn in disgust. She wasn't his, he had not right to feel hais way considering she remained unclaimed.

She could dance with whomever she wanted, talk with whomever she , kiss whomever she wanted. That last part had him hurling the champagne flute into a nearby trashcan where the glass broke and splintered. The fact was that none of them deserved her, not a single man; not even himself.

Harm turned his attention back to the city and briefly cast his eyes down to his watch to find the new year was only a few short minutes away. "Two minutes and sixteen seconds."

He spun around to find her closing the balcony door that he hadn't even realized she'd open to find him. "You would know."

"Why are you out here by yourself? Avoiding the throng of women lined up to kiss you at midnight?" Mac was teasing him and yet he caught something in her voice, a wistful timbre that made madewalk towards her. She was cold, he could tell when her body shivered and goosebumps scattered across her flesh.

The dress left Mac's shoulders bare and for a moment he dumbly stood and just looked at her. He'd been with enough pretty girls to last a lifetime and yet no one could hold a candle to Mac.

Without a word he took off the jacket of his tuxedo and draped it over her shoulders and then pulled it across her chest. "This is the first time in a long time I don't have anyone to kiss at midnight." He said absentmindedly.

Just the mere thought of kissing her made his eyes drop down to her lips and his mind quickly began to remind him how good she tasted. It had only been seven months since that kiss on the Admiral's porch, seven months of him trying to find the way to make it happen again. It was such a sweet sin and he wanted to bathe himself in it, wanted to have her kiss him back with unrestricted fervor.

His hands never did drop from the jacket, a fact Mac noticed because she could feel the heat from his skin against her belly. She wondered what it would take for him to kiss her again, for his hands to slip under the jacket when he drew her to him. "I never did like New Years. You spend all day waiting and waiting and in the end it's just another day. But..."

"But..." Somehow he dared to move closer, the hands on the jacket slipping in so that his arms wrapped around her waist. His eyes were still fixated on her mouth that was slightly parted in waiting. He was delighted when Mac's own eyes came to his lips.

They moved in slow motion, teetering on the edge of something intimate and special when his head came down, a mere breath away only to stop as Mac closed her eyes and began to count. "Ten...Nine...Eight... Seven...Mmm."

The countdown ceased he pulled her firmly against his body and brushed her lips with his. His tongue darted across her lower lip and with a moan of acceptance Mac granted him entrance. Behind them, the city erupted in flashes of light and explosions signaling the start of a brand new year.

Amidst the rumble, they continued to kiss, Mac's tongue dancing with his until the need to breathe pulled them apart. "Happy New Year, Mac."