And gonna switch the rating. originally I was not going to make this part too descriptive but the Muse got away from me. there's just something about Harm and Mac making love that's just...sigh.
Chapter 10 - The Feeling Of Falling
The temptation to touch each other during the flight home was almost unbearable. They behaved, of course - being in uniform seemed to snap them into decorum. But, he still found a way to brush a finger over her thigh when they sat side by side on the COD. Her shoulder pressed against his; Harm was a big guy so it was normal especially given the tight fit in the aircraft. There was barely any space to fit a single service member so it was natural for the partners to sit side by side.
Mac stifled a smile when Harm pressed a hand at the small of her back, allowing her to exit the plane before her. That touch was normal too, he'd done it a zillion times before but now it made her stomach flutter. They stood a regulation distance apart as he took care of their seabags and then squabbled over the fact that she could carry her own. That bickering too was normal although it was making him burn for her more.
They managed to keep things even more normal as Harm sped through the streets of DC on the way to drop Mac off at her apartment. Once or twice her hand had covered his that was on the gearshift, a thumb lightly brushing his skin and setting it ablaze. He took a breath to calm himself, missed a green light and had to sit idling while another cycle began again. This seemed to amuse her as when he turned to Mac he found her staring out the passenger window but a smirk reflected against the glass.
Harm was trying to be a gentleman, not seem too eager to want to touch or kiss or… more. Maybe she didn't want the… more. He had recently broken up with his girlfriend, it wasn't the most ideal of situations for any of them. When he brought the Corvette to a stop in front of her apartment building, he'd taken out her seabag, come around to open the door. Harm didn't expect to kiss her or her to kiss him. They were still in uniform in an area where plenty of military folk lived.
He pressed her against the closed door of his car, shivered when her arms snaked around his waist and she came up to her toes to deepen the kiss. "I'm not your rebound am I?" She said suddenly, the haze that was once clouding her judgement snapping. Up until a week ago he'd been in a relationship with a woman she didn't care for but accepted that he'd chosen.
"What? No, Mac. No." If anything Jordan was a rebound because the woman he really wanted had hurt him by omitting her past and he was too damned glib to tell her so. It was easy to fall into another woman's arms and forget for a time, to just enjoy the simple things. He didn't love Jordan, never would - he knew that because the woman now in his arms felt so right. So he kissed Mac again, soft and sweet and slow. There was no passion in it, just an understanding of the words he wanted to tell her but didn't know how.
"Come up." She said suddenly and nodded to the second story corner apartment.
"Mac, if I come up…"
She didn't heed the warning and simply brushed her lips against his again. "I know...I want you to."
It began the moment they stepped into the elevator when Mac threw herself at him. The action caused him to stumble back as Harm tried to hold up his weight and hers. He hit the rear wall with a thud, the air was almost knocked out of his lungs but his lips remained fused to hers.
When the elevator stopped they were much too busy kissing to realize it and almost missed Mac's floor. It was hard to kiss someone while holding two sea bags and trying not to lose body contact. Impossible even to locate keys and figure out which way it was supposed to slip into the keyhole when the man of your dreams was touching you like that.
Mac dropped the keys three times, the eagerness in ushering them inside made her groan in frustration. Finally she had the door open pulling Harm in by his blouse that she'd ready managed to undo several buttons of. He dropped their seabags by the door, had a sense to slam the locks home and then Mac was back in his arms.
He hadn't wanted anyone this bad, ever. Every nerve ending was on fire and the more he touched Mac, the more he yearned for her. Harm let her take the lead, praying she wouldn't stop but too honorable to push if she didn't want this. His blouse was stripped off and he heard the muffled sound as his wings hit the carpeted floor.
Harm stripped off Mac's blouse and fumbled with the zipper of her slacks lamenting the fact that it wasn't Class As and that skirt he'd been dreaming of taking off of her lately.
Mac's skin was far softer than what he'd imagined, the curves of her hips seemed made for his hands to grab. She melted into him, her body the perfect fit for his and when he finished stopping every last stitch of clothing from her, what he found made him catch his breath.
He'd seen her in a sexy bathing suit and that alone was enough to fuel several erotic fantasies but seeing her naked, laying in bed with that Cheshire grin was a whole other level wilder than he could imagine. Long legs beckoned to wrap around his waist. Her beautifully exotic skin begged to be touched and he would. Before the end of the night he planned to map out every inch of her skin.
But damn did he want to taste her and the scent of her arousal had him breathing heavy. Control Harm. He reminded himself because as heated as he was, this wasn't going to last long. It occurred to him that this felt different - like his first time which it most certainly was not. He was nervous, the overwhelming need to please Mac overriding his own desires.
Harm was shirtless but still had on his boxers and trousers. When Mac went to remedy that he stopped her. "No. Not yet."
Rough hands wrapped around her waist pulling until she was at the edge of the bed, her legs hanging off the edge. He parted her thighs, knelt between and was lost in the treasure he found there. He licked, tested until her head was rolling side to side on the mattress and she screamed his name.
Mac was panting writhing under his touch begging for more. She had to ask him to stop at one point when the rapture he elicited from her was too intense. Coming down from her high took her a few minutes and when Mac managed to force her eyes open and looked at Harm she found he'd removed what was left of his clothing.
"You're beautiful." She said, her eyes feasting on his nude form and all the deliciously taut muscles of his arms and chest. He was a big man and as her gaze descended downward she was happy to note just how big he really was. "So beautiful."
Mac sat up, reaching for him and taking his length in her hand. He was heavy, thick and she wanted so badly to feel him move within her. "Oh God, Mac. Hang on. I'll be right back."
Mac eyed him trying to keep the disappointment out of her expression when he returned with something in the palm of his hand. His teeth ripped the square foil packet and then removed the contents with his thumb and index finger. His breathing was ragged when he took hold of his length, his eyes locked on hers as he slid the condom over.
He'd never been with a woman - any woman - without protection. It had been filed away with the long list of rules and regulations Frank had hammered into him. 'Always use it. You have a promising future and you're a good looking kid. Don't let a woman trap you. If ever you have children let it be because you both talked about it and decided.' And ever since he made sure to always carry one packet in his wallet, just in case.
It almost felt wrong to wear it with Mac but, he needed to be responsible and respect her body. It had been only a week since he and Jordan had... "Oh Mac."
Thoughts of anything else but the woman currently sheathing him disappeared completely. She was tight and it took a moment for her body to accommodate to his. He kissed her, slowly, lovingly and his breath caught when her hips rolled urging him to move. "Play fair, Marine."
"Never." She laughed as she forced a groan out of him by moving another way. Mac raised her knees and braced her feet on the bed. Excitedly she raised up to meet each thrust hoping to stop that feeling of loss each time Harm pulled out.
It hurt a little at first despite the way he'd tasted her ensuring her body was ready for his. He was long and thick and wonderful. Harm pushed deeper into her and the second he pulled out of and then thrusted in she was lost in him. She only wished there were no barriers between them although she fundamentally knew the why. Besides, she too was adamant about safe sex.
It felt good to be touched by a man again especially one that knew how to move, how to please. He held her gaze with each thrust, each movement that she countered. He kissed her too, damn did he love kissing her until those sweet lips were swollen and neither of them could breathe.
Mac raised her hands and wrapped them around the iron rods that made up her headboard, holding on tightly when he pumped harder in and out at her askance. She rocked onto him, raising up to meet each thrust. The intensity of the moment flowed between them like a wave back and forth until it crashed over them.
It was like drowning and coming up for air. Every single senew came alive as the fast pace turned onto long hard thrusts, his act of male possession. Her arms wrapped around his neck bringing him down to kiss over and over.
She felt that familiar tingling, her breath and his erratic as was the wild union of their bodies. Harm drew out the single most powerful climax of her life and then followed calling her name until he collapsed over her.
He pulled out but remained between her parted thighs rubbing his weakening erection against her slit. It made her convulse and after a quick kiss she felt the bed shift and then he was gone disappearing into the head.
Mac came up to her elbows watching him go wondering if she'd done something wrong. He returned after a few minutes having ridding himself of the offending piece of latex. He leaned against the doorframe and stared at her almost shy now. "Do you want me to go?"
"Why would I want that?" This wasn't just a one-night stand, Mac and feel it from the way that he physically loved her. The apprehension in his eyes made her move across the bed kneeling at the end. She raised her arms beckoning him into her embrace.
"I thought you wouldn't want me here after…"
Mac smiled and kissed him. "Oh Flyboy." Sometimes Harm was such a silly man. "Does this feel like I want you to go?"
"No."
"Then come back to bed. I get cold easily."
Mac slipped under the sheets and he laid next to her his body cradling hers. "I'll keep you warm."
It was the middle of the night and Harm woke to find a female body pressed against him. His first instinct what's to pull away thinking it was Jordan. And then after a sharp intake of air he smelled her, Mac. Her skin had this alluringly spicy scent, smell of her body wash and shampoo still clung to her as well as the scent of their union.
They'd fallen asleep almost immediately when he returned to bed. Harm behind her with Mac spooned up against him. She was still asleep but the slight movement of his body made her firm, apple shaped backside brush against his length. He normally wasn't the cuddling kind. He was always far too hot to snuggle next to someone all night and be comfortable. But, Mac fit him so well, body molded against his. Her sweet six pressing firmer against him as he realized she was also awake.
Her hand reached back, caressing his thigh with a lover's touch moving in lazy circles over the sheet which covered them. That same hand moved under the sheet and down between them reaching for the length currently pressing against her. She grasped him, the action making the breath rush right out of his lungs. That made her grin especially when Harm thrusted his hips gently sliding himself between her palm.
"I want you." She said in the dark and her other hand took his guiding his fingers to the apex of her thighs so he could feel the liquid arousal. That made him groan, a primal sound that had him hard and ready, crazily wanting to join them.
There was one concern, the packet in his wallet had been the only one. "Do you have something?" He kissed her shoulder and slid a finger between her folds at the same time. The hand wrapped around him stopped and he could tell more than see that she was looking at him. "Protection. I don't normally go around carrying a box of condoms."
"No, I don't… haven't been with anyone since Dalton... I haven't had the need to." She confessed almost shyly. The hand that was caressing him released completely and she turned slightly to reach for his face in the dark. "It's okay, Harm. I have an IUD, I can't get pregnant if that's what you're worried about."
She almost sounded hurt and he was terrified it would pull her away from him. It struck Harm as odd that Sarah MacKenzie being pregnant with his child was a thought that was actually delightful. Protection was just one of those things that allowed him to hold on to his precious control; the physical barrier that never allowed a woman to get too close. "Mac…I've never. Not with Diane, not with Jordan.. never."
"Do you trust me?"
"Yes, with my life."
"Trust me with your heart." And then she kissed him, sweet soft lips lovingly brushing against his own. Mac's hand resumed the gently erotic caress. She parted her thigh enough to guide him into her. He hesitated for a moment, just a second or two and then threw caution to the wind.
Harm pushed his hips forward slowly wanting to feel every inch of her lock that he hadn't before. Being bare made him feel everything with a level of sensitivity that was far more intense than he could imagine. She was so warm, so wet. Her juices coating him as he was fully inside. He could feel her squeezing him, convulsing at the feeling of flesh sliding against flesh without barriers.
He pulled out slowly, sank into her just as slow. His lips found hers and they kissed in the same rhythm, slow and sultry. She guided one hand between her thighs showing him how she liked to be touched, the added sensation of his fingers on her most sensitive spot made her clench him.
Harm slowed even more, needing to make this last as he felt the last vestiges of control fully slipping away. "I...God, Mac...I think I'm falling for you."
And he hated that feeling of falling, it was another snap at his control but Harm couldn't help himself. He wanted to fall and hit the bottom as long as it was with her.
"I already fell." She said and her words made him stop all movement. He was still inside her joined body and soul but her confession made him feel. The parts of his heart that were adamant against falling in love were opened wide and Mac's for the taking.
He could have cried when her lips tenderly caressed his. The hand that was once guiding his now had his palm pressed against her racing heart. She ground against him, rolling her hips urging him to pulse gently creating a deliciously sexy rhythm. "Christ, Mac...You feel so good."
His fingers found her sweet spot again, working in faster circles when she grinded harder into him. Harm could feel Mac's climax, the tensing and relaxing of hurt inner tissue wrapping around him like a glove. "Sarah!" He cried out, spilling himself into her in hot jets.
Even after they were spent, he remained inside, not wanting to pull out just yet. It had never felt like that with anyone and he was sure it never would, unless it was Mac.