Sexual situations of the angst variety ahead... Oh these two.

PART 2

1400 Zulu

JAG Headquarters

Falls Church, Virginia

There was a tension unlike anything they'd ever felt before in the JAG Conference room when Admiral AJ Chegwidden started handing out case files. Everyone could tell that Harm and Mac were having another one of their "moments" from the time that Harm stepped a foot in the bullpen. Mac had tried to approach him and he just turned and walked away into the hole in a wall that they deemed an office.

"Commander Rabb, you and the Colonel will be defending Master Chief Arthur Lyonell. . . he's being charged with treason." AJ said, sliding the file over to Mac who sat closer to him.

"How fitting." Harm said under his breath and rolled his eyes up in astonishment. "Sir, I have a huge stack of files in my office that I have yet to go through, I would like to step down from defending Chief Lyonell. Lt. Roberts or Commander Turner could take my place, sir."

AJ took off his reading glasses and stared at Harm for a moment. His gaze then went over to Mac who was usually sitting next to the Commander. This time, they were practically a table's length away. "Both Lt. Roberts and Commander Turner have a heavy case load. . . Take the case, it is an order, Commander."

"Yes, sir." Harm said, settling back in his chair. How was he going to break all his ties with one certain Marine Colonel if he was forced to work with her?

"Commander Rabb, you and the Colonel stay behind, everyone else. Dismissed." AJ said and waited for the room to clear before he spoke to his senior attorneys in private. "Stand at attention. . .I don't know what the hell is going on with the two of you, but I am getting completely sick and tired of it."

Mac nodded and looked over at Harm who was trying to avoid her eyes. "I am sorry if we are causing a disruption, sir. . . It is not our intent."

"To hell it isn't." AJ said, getting up and pacing around the table. "Whatever it is or isn't. . get it fixed before I send you two packing to Iceland TOGETHER. . . do I am make myself clear?"

"Yes, sir." They both said in semi-unison.

"Good. . . dismissed." He said in a gruff tone before grabbing his files and heading to his office.

Sighing, Harm grabbed the case folders and stuffed them into his brief case.

"Harm, about what happened yesterday." Mac said, walking around the table to him. "We had been over for quite a while. . . call last night a momentary lap of judgment." She watched him for a moment, hoping to see any signs of what he was thinking He just nodded at her and slammed his briefcase shut. "Talk to me, damnit. . .say SOMETHING."

"Something." He said simply and walked around her and out of the conference room. Mac tried to follow him and explain her actions from the night before, instead, before she even had a chance to do so, Petty Officer Jennifer Coates informed her that the Admiral needed her in the office ASAP.

Mac took a deep breath and dropped off her files in her office before she made her way to the Admiral's. "Today is going to be a long one." She said to no one in particular before heading into AJ's office.

0120 Zulu

JAG Headquarters

Falls Church, Virginia

It was late, very late and only two members of the JAG staff remained working over their case files. For reasons unbeknownst to him, Mac had been taken off of the treason case and Harm was now paired off with Mattoni.

The knock on the door brought him away from his files. "We need to talk." Mac said in a voice that was just boarder-line serious. There was something that the Admiral told her earlier in the day and Harm needed to know.

Harm didn't even bother looking up from his work. He barely even bothered to regard her. "What ever about, Colonel?. . . You are off the case so you and I officially have nada to talk about."

She winced visibly in the ways his words were dripping with anger. It hurt her to have him say her rank with such disdain. "First off, about last night. . . Harm . . I'm. . ."

"Look." He said, standing up forcefully before chucking his pen at the desk. "I don't want to talk about it. . . I went over thinking that you wanted something else and you didn't . . . I am a fool . . . case closed, counselor." He walked around the desk and settled himself against it. His arms came across his chest to shield himself from her. "So, is that all Colonel?"

Angrily, she stepped a bit closer to him, honing in on his personal space. "No. . .No it isn't all. . . I care for you, Harm. . A lot. We need to talk, there are things you need to know."

"What do you want from me, Mac?" His voice wavering under her scrutiny. His body was now slumped again, the way she had seen it the night before.

"You!" She yelled causing him to jump slightly. Neither of them could figure out how it happened, but a moment later, he aggressively pulled her against him. Their kiss was hot and passionate. There was pain mixed into it. His hands ran down her sides and then back up to cup her breasts through the fabric of her uniform. "Harm. . ." Mac said breathlessly against his lips. She was drowning in him and was happy to be standing between his legs. Had she not had the support, she would have fallen to the floor.

A moment later, he turned around with Mac still in his arms. His hands, went down to her six where he lifted to set her up on the edge of his desk. Roughly, his hands moved against her thighs, pulling up her skirt. She heard a tear and knew that the fabric of her panties had been pulled away. By then, she was wet and waiting for him. She'd had countless fantasy's about Harm. Some were romantic, others were rough and exciting. This would definitely fall into the rough and exciting category.

She shuddered when his thumb pressed up against her clit. He began rolling his finger around the swollen bud. Then she felt one finger then another enter her and slid in and out in a tantalizing rhythm.

Their mouths were still fused during their escapade and never once did they stop kissing. Gripped in an orgasm that was fast approaching, Mac grabbed onto the sides of the desk and held on tight. Her head was thrown back in pleasure which only gave access for another spot that Harm could kiss. If his fingers were doing this to her, she could only imagine what having the rest of him inside of her would be like.

Reaching out, she began stroking the bulge that had begun to grow within his slacks. Unzipping him, she pulled his cock and started stroking, matching the rhythm of his fingers within her. Instantly, a divine moan escapes Harm's throat. He groaned against her neck when she tugs at him just a little bit harder. His fingers pumped harder in and out of Mac in anticipation for his own release that was fast approaching. Minutes later, they were both spent and leaning against each other.

Without so much as a word, Harm broke away first and turned away from Mac. He composed himself as best as he could and walked over to the window, looking out.

Mac just sat there, reeling from the sexual experience and trying to comprehend his sudden coldness to her. Reaching across his desk, she took some tissues and wiped his seed from her hand. It was his soft sob that caused her to turn around, worry etched over her features as she made her way over to him. "Harm?" She tried clearing her throat, but it was still thick with desire. "Are you okay?"

Not turning around to face her, he shook his head and stared down at the ground. He was visibly crying. "I didn't want it to be like this. . ."

"Like what?" She said softly, reaching out and touching his shoulder, attempting to make him look at her.

"With you it was supposed to be special. . . not some meaningless fuck in the office on top of my desk. . .."

"It wasn't a meaningless fuck." She smiled at his attempt to remain chivalrous even after what they had indulged in. "Our second time will be special. . . so will our third, fourth, fifth. . ."

"You belong to someone else now, Mac. . . not me. . . I have no right to take you away from him. . ." Angrily, he brushed his tears away from his face.

Mac shook her head at his predicament. Did he honestly believe that she would consciously pick Webb over him? Never in a million years. "That is for me to decide"

Leaning against the window he glared at her. The lust and desire that was once in his eyes turned into anger and hatred? "Damnit! You were making love to Clayton Webb. . . Clayton Webb! Creep spook extraordinaire. . . How the hell can you think that I am just going to forget about it and go off with you?"

"I wasn't making love to Webb!" She snapped back at him, taking a few steps backward from him.

Rolling his eyes, he backed away from Mac and sat down on his chair. "From my vantage point, you two looked like dogs in heat. ."

Mac took a few uneasy breaths. "I've never made love to anyone, Harm." She barely heard the words come out of her lips and was sure he hadn't heard her as well.

Chuckling, he glared up again. His eyes seemed to be attempting to bore holes in her.. "You must really take me for a real idiot if you happen to suggest that I believe you are a virgin."

"I didn't say I was. . . I said I'd never made love." At Harm's bemused expression, Mac sighed deeply. Men were obviously not designed to understand the cryptic meaning of things. "When you use the term Make love. . . it means that you are in love with the person whom you are making love to. . ."

"So you weren't in love with Chris, Farrow, Bugme or Webb?" He shot out, dramatically waving his hand through the air as if it made a point.

"No." And it was the truth. She had loved them all in a fashion, but it wasn't the same. She never waned to be fully possessed by any of them.

"But you still slept with them. . ." He pointed out, his voice bitter as he leaned against his desk rubbing the sides of his head.

Mac stood there, mouth open and just stared at him as if he had grown two heads. There was no way that she was going to let him off the hook so easily. "Don't tell me you've never been with someone you didn't love Harm."

Waving her off, he stood and leaned against the desk, trying to intimidate her. "That's not the point."

"What is then? You can go ahead and sleep with any woman that you want, but I have to play the good girl and remain chaste while you decide if I am worth the effort or not?"

The wounded look in his eyes, made her want to turn the clock back. Had she known then, what she knew now, she would never had let Webb into her house the night before. She was confused as to why he was there until the Admiral informed her of a few things after the staff meeting. "The point is that I saved your life. . . and Webb is the one that gets the girl. . . Brumby acted like a dog in heat and yet he got you. . . Chris was a drunk, yet you married him. . . and Farrow, well better not go there. . . Oh, and let's add Dalton, slime in a fancy car, he nailed you too didn't he?"

That was as far as she was going to let his tirade go. A second later her hand connected with his cheek. She thought she would never and could never hit Harm. It saddened her to know that she was now wrong. "Is that what I am in your eyes Harm? A whore? Is that why I am not good enough for you? To be with you I have to earn the right to wear white?"

Harm rubbed his cheek. "No but . . ."

"How about we talk about YOU. You weren't in love with Renee, else you would have fought to keep her. You weren't in love with Annie, you just wanted that instant family, Bobbie Latham, you'd need a muzzle and a straight jacket for her in order for that to work out, no love there. . .Kate Pike, I heard about that weekend you two had, definitely no love there. . . Jordan, you left her to go flying. No love there either."

Harm breathed hard, speaking through clenched teeth. "It's different with you."

"Because I look like Diane?" It wasn't a question, it was a fact that she had been trying to dis-entangle myself of for years, ever since the night that when she stumbled into his apartment to find him hell bent on murder. When they kissed at the docks, that is when Mac finally understood that she would always be second best to a ghost.

Harm shook his head. "Nothing to do with Diane."

"Everything to do with Diane. . . I am like her Xerox copy. . . We look the same but the copy, meaning me, has imperfections. . . I had the messed up childhood, she didn't. I am an alcoholic, she wasn't. . . According to you, all men involved with me die in one form or another, she didn't hurt a fly. . . And if the scuttlebutt is true, she was fun and I am a rigid bitch." She figured that some of her comments were presumptuous. When he didn't deny them, Mac felt my heart break just a bit more. "I am imperfect. . . And I can't change that. . ."

"I don't want you to change Mac. . . and I don't want you to be Diane. . . that part of my life is history."

She knew about his obsessions all too well for her to believe. "Do you even like me?"

"At the moment, I hate everything about you." He glared at her as he spoke. The brilliance in his eyes, turning into orbs of anger and fear.

"You can't mean that!" She yelled at him and before she knew it, tears were washing over her cheeks. This time, he didn't lean in to brush them away.

"I can't be friends with you anymore, Mac." He said, grabbing some things and shoving them into his briefcase.

Using the sleeve of her jacket, she brushed away the tears and tried as best as possible to compose herself. "So what are we supposed to do?"

"We'll be colleagues and working partners. . . We'll be civil at work but past that... if we
are at get togethers or when we go out for drinks, ignore me. . . Pretend I don't
exist." He walked around her and headed out of the door leaving her alone with the memories of what had happened. Sobs, her sobs could be heard ricocheting around the floor. Luckily, there was no one left in the building to find out what happened. She knew that she couldn't drive in the state that she was in. So, instead, Mac headed down to her office and collapsed in her chair.

Nearly an hour later, she was sure that there weren't anymore tears for her to cry. Mac opened up their e-mail client and punched in his address. She didn't get a chance to tell him what she needed him to know, so she decided to write him an e-mail.

"Harm,

I don't regret what happened tonight in your office. I do regret the words that were spoken and I hope that we can, somehow, fix things again. Tomorrow I am going off on another CIA mission. All information is classified but I can tell you that Webb and I are going down there to finish what we started. I am sorry for the way things have turned out between us. Somehow I am going to find a way to make it right. I hope one day you can forgive me.

Love,

Sarah

PS: I'm sorry. I am really sorry. In case I don't make it back. I need you to know that I Love You and I always will."

Checking over the e-mail twice, she finally hit the send button. She had said once that apologizing was a weakness. Well, then she was the weakest person in the world.