A/N: Well, this little one-shot was inspired by a suggestion from Jackie and the fact that I'm currently sitting in a tiny but cute Roomette on the Amtrak Empire Builder line. I really can't imagine someone of Harm's size fitting in here…and for some reason, the floor in here is a bit damp. I guess they shampooed the carpet? Or maybe the last passenger spilled his vodka tonic?

Riding the Rails

"It's awfully…small."

"Yeah."

"I don't think I'm gonna fit, Mac."

"That didn't seem to be a problem last night."

"Maaaac…"

"Look, Harm…just be glad we got a sleeper car. It was the last one."

Harm sat across from her, and in the thirty minutes since they boarded the train, she'd watched him irritably switch positions innumerable times, moving this way and that, stretching his legs and pulling them back, scowl, then start it all over again. You would have thought he'd be grateful she'd found them a way back to DC that still got them there without being too late, but no…here he sat, complaining. Well, to be fair, he hadn't said any actual words, but after knowing him for six years and being lovers for the last six months, she could pretty much read his thoughts.

Harm sighed and stretched again, his legs shooting out and kicking her in the shins.

"Ouch, dammit! What the hell was that for?"

"God, Mac. I'm sorry! My feet slipped. Why is the floor wet, anyway?" Mac ignored him and turned her face away, her arms folded across her chest while she sulked and thought about where Harm good stick his size thirteen U-boats. From the corner of her eye she could see Harm reaching out his hand toward her until it rested on her arm. "Mac…I really am sorry, and I'm really glad you found this, what did they call it…a roomette?"

"Humph. You good at least act more grateful. Who knows when we'd get a flight out."

"Mac, I really am sorry."

"A steak dinner at Morton's sorry?"

"Well, I don't know if I'd—"

Mac fixed him with her best marine glare. "Harm, think carefully about your answer."

"Uh…yes, Mac. Definitely. Definitely that sorry."

Mac's stern expression melted into a smile. "Thank you, Harm. I accept your apology."

"Good." Harm gave her his best flyboy grin. It wasn't the grin that got him anything he wanted; it was the one that he saved just for her. She rose from her seat and leaned over to kiss him, then sat back down after a quick peck. She almost giggled when she saw Harm's lips still puckered for a kiss, his eyes closed until he realized she wasn't coming back for more. Now open, his eyes reflected a keen disappointment which was also apparent in his tone. "Ah, come on, Mac!"

"Harm…we're on a train…can't get too frisky." She winked at him.

Harm sighed in resignation. "I suppose. Well, how many hours to go?"

"About twenty-two."

Harm groaned.

"Harm, you seem tense."

"Hmmmmm?"

"I said, you seem tense."

"Oh, yeah…no, not really. I was just thinking…"

"About?"

"The wedding."

"Sweetie, we've only been engaged for a week. We have plenty of time…unless you're backing out…" Mac's heart started to pound. God, he couldn't do this now, could he?

"What? NO! Absolutely not! I just…well, it's just that we haven't told anyone about us yet…do you think it may be awkward when they get some engraved invitation in the mail?

"Harm…I assumed we'd tell them before the invitations go out."

"They're going to be mad."

"Maybe…but I'm sure they'll forgive us, once they find out we're getting married and making this a permanent thing," she reassured him. He still looked pensive.

"Mac," he said. "I want to tell them. When we get back. I know you haven't wanted to say anything—"

"Whoa, hold up there, partner. Who said I didn't want to tell them?" She was truly confused.

"Well, you never…"

"I thought you didn't want anyone to know." Mac gulped, not wanting to admit what she thought might be the reason for that.

Harm shook his head. "Honey, I've wanted to shout it from the rooftops for at least the last four months. I'll admit, it was rather fun and a little thrilling to sneak around at first, but now…"

"Oh," she murmured, now blushing furiously.

"Maaac? What's the matter? What are you thinking?"

She wouldn't have thought it possible, but she felt her face heat up even more. "Um…"

"Ummm?"

"I thought you were ashamed about us…about how we got together," she said in a rush.

"What?! Why would you even think that?!" Harm exploded.

"Well…we did…right after Mic left…you weren't even officially broken up with Rene yet."

"I know, Mac. I know our timing was a bit suspect, but that had nothing to do with you or any embarrassment on my part. Besides, we'd been holding back so long and this time we got so close to losing everything—how could we not let go?"

Mac mulled over this. He was right, she knew. They had almost lost everything. They couldn't let another day go by without declaring their love for each other.

"Okay, Harm," she grinned, a grin that turned sly in an instant. "Yeah…we had to let go…and let me tell you, when you let go, you really let go."

This time it was Harm's turn to blush. "Yeah, well…same could go for you. I think I might still have a few claw marks down my back." He winked at her and she chuckled.

"Hell, I couldn't walk right for a week!"

"Jeez, Mac!" He was obviously trying to sound shocked, but she could tell was feeling a healthy amount of smug satisfaction. Her chuckle turned into an outright laugh.

"Oh, Harm…" She stood up and this time when leaned in for a kiss, she let herself linger, her tongue slipping past his lips as his arms reached up to pull her closer. "Haaarm…" she breathed into his mouth. "We'd better quit before we give the entire train a show."

Harm nipped at her lips one more time, then kissed her nose. "Yeah, you're right. Get off me, woman!" She leaned back and giggled, and when she turned to sit back down, he grabbed her hips and kissed her just above her six, and then lightly smacked said six. Mac giggled again crossed to her seat. Life with Harm was beautiful, sexy, and fun.

Hours later, Mac sat watching her partner, lover, and fiancé. He was dozing, but still looked tense and uncomfortable. She'd never admit it, but being a taller woman made the space a bit uncomfortable for her as well. There was another reason, however, she was uncomfortable. She'd just woken up after a rather…vivid…dream. Now she was wet and horny with no convenient way to satisfy herself. She continued to eye Harm for a while, which didn't help her situation. Though she'd known him for several years, his beauty never ceased to amaze her. Even now, with a scowl on his sleeping face as he sat in his seat, she found him oh so irresistible. Oh so delicious. Oh so…well, fuckable. Yes, their relationship went beyond sex, but the sex was pretty great. Mind-blowing, in fact. Every. Time.

Harm squirmed around in his seat but remained asleep, and Mac wondered if subconsciously he could tell she was feasting on the sight of him. Her eyes roamed over his body, from the white t-shirt that stretched across his chest, to the well-muscled abs beneath, and then down, down, where one of her most favorite parts of his caused the crotch of his trousers to bulge out. Harm was by no means erect, but he didn't have to be for one to know he was well-hung. Mac groaned softly to herself. She wanted to touch him. She wanted to touch him there.

Well, why can't you?

Because we're on a train, dummy. It's not as if we are alone in one of our bedrooms.

But we are in a private sleeper with the curtains drawn…

You do have a point, MacKenzie.

Her decision made, Mac slid off her seat and knelt in front of her fiancé. She ran her hand down between his legs where she could feel the heat of him, and, groaning in his sleep, Harm opened his legs wider. Pleased at his reaction, she leaned forward and covered his manhood through his pants with her mouth, and then she sucked and nipped until she felt him thrust into her the barest amount. His member was beginning to awaken, and Harm groaned again. She continued her ministrations with enthusiasm, running her hands up his inner thighs to push them apart. She heard him gasp and knew he was finally awake.

"Mac? What are you doing?" he asked, even as he threaded his fingers through her hair and held her in place. His voice was like molten gold over gravel, and Mac could feel a river flowing between her thighs.

"Enjoying myself," she whispered, and returned to the task at hand. She bit down just enough to cause him to yelp, then pulled away to give him a Cheshire Cat grin. She sat up on her knees, then ever so slowly lowered his zipper over what was sure to become a massive erection before reaching in and wrapping her hand around him. She pulled his manhood free through the gap in his boxers, licking her lips as Harm moaned.

"Yes, Mac. Please," he begged, and she readily obliged him by taking him in her mouth. First she swirled her tongue around his tip, enjoying the musky, salty taste of him as he gasped, and then she slowly, slowly took nearly all of him inside her, relaxing her throat to accommodate his massive cock.

Mac had never been much for falatio until Harm came into the picture, though she often performed it for her lovers. Sadly, only Mic had ever returned the favor, and then just once because he didn't understand she had a no biting policy. Harm, however…getting him off in this way turned her on beyond belief, and he was more than happy to reciprocate. He was a master, using his tongue and fingers to bring her to new heights of ecstasy. After the first time, she knew he had to have had a lot of practice, and it rather pained her to imagine him with his other partners. After the second time, however, he admitted he hadn't done much for oral sex because the women he'd dated either didn't like it or if they did, they were appalled at the idea of performing for him. But you, Mac, he'd said…I can't get enough of it.

Mac began to suck on him while she pumped his shaft with his hand. "Christ, Mac," he groaned while she licked him from base to tip, stopping to kiss where precum was already forming. She loved the taste of him and she lapped up the salty liquid, wanting more. Meanwhile, Harm's hips thrust forward at just the right time; her mouth had closed around him again and his movement caused his manhood to go deep into her throat. She relished the hot, heavy feel of him, while he choked out her name in extended syllables. She knew he was holding back given they were pretty much in public, and that added a whole new level to her thrill. She was by no means an exhibitionist, but she'd always enjoyed a little danger, the kind of danger that came with knowing she was doing something just a little naughty.

Mac eventually drew back, releasing his cock with a pop, a string of her saliva still connecting her to him. She was certainly not finished, however; she knew Harm was close and she found she didn't want this to end too quickly. Harm apparently had other ideas, it seemed. His fingers once again entwined themselves in her hair, and he thrust almost violently in her mouth. He came with a strangled shout, hot jets of his seed shooting to the back of her throat, Mac swallowing every drop as he twitched inside her mouth. Finallly, he fell back into his seat, his breathing erratic and his skin flushed. Mac stood up on shaky legs and sat down in her own seat again, her smile that of the cat that ate the canary. She grinned at him, her heart fluttering as she ran her hand down to rub over her clothed center.

"Holy fuck, Mac!" Harm panted, and then he surprised her by standing and pulling her up against him. "My turn," he growled and then he sat back, dragging her with him until she stood before him. He wasted no time in taking down her zipper and lowering her pants past her hips. He ran his finger over her panty-clad center and she bit back a cry as he moved in to lick up her slit, and then he looked up at her with hooded eyes. "You're soaked, Mac."

"I know. I want you, Harm. I need you."

She only had to ask once before he whipped her around and pushed down on her to let her know he wanted her to bend over. Her panties went the way of her pants and then he parted her with his fingers, introducing his tongue to lap at her with abandon, while she wriggled her bottom and spread her legs wider apart. Harm's hand rested on her lower back as he kissed and teased, one long finger penetrating deep into her opening. He pumped it in and out a few times before adding a second and Mac bit her lip until she drew blood to keep from screaming. It only took a few more strokes of his tongue before she came, and as her explosive orgasm left her thighs shaking and her heart pounding, she was sure she was going to collapse. Harm had seen her in such a state before, thus he readily caught her, pulling her down onto his lap to wrap his arms completely around her. To her intense pleasure, she felt his erection growing once again, nudging against her core as she rocked her bottom over him. Soon his tip was pushing into her, and as she rose up and then slowly slid down his risen cock, she wondered how she had lived so long without this, this exquisite push and pull, the feeling of him inside her, hot, thick, and heavy. Their coupling this time added a new dimension to their love-making, the idea that people roamed up and down the narrow hall of their train car, only separated from them by a thin door and curtain, making them both a little wild. This wasn't an entirely desperate coupling, however; it was loving too as she rocked against him, rolling her hips while he thrust deep inside her. She knew he was holding back on her, though; she could feel it in the way he held onto her hips as his fingers wrapped around to press against her tummy. With a whisper, she told him to let go, and without needing any further urging, he pounded into her as one finger dropped down to circle her clit. They came simultaneously, his seed reaching for her womb, and this time Mac knew she didn't have the strength to make it back to her own seat. Harm seemed to understand this, and he helped her to turn around, lifting her leg over his back to straddle him. He held her close to his chest as they worked to get their breathing under control, kissing her sweat-soaked brow and stroking her back while she rested her lips against his neck. Her eyelids grew heavy and she nearly fell asleep before Harm's voice rumbled in her ear.

"Well, Mac…that was a new one for me."

"Me too."

"So…"

"So…"

"Well, I guess this gives new meaning to 'riding the rails,' eh?"

Mac raised her head from his shoulder and looked deeply into his eyes. "Oh yeah…and here you didn't think you'd like the train."

"Well, they do say it's really is a great way to see the country, right?"

Mac agreed, and she agreed so much that on their honeymoon, she insisted they take the train across the US. It took days and days and a couple of different lines, but they didn't mind, for during a cramped trip to DC, they perfected the art of riding the rails.

End