PART 5
2029 Zulu
Harm's Apartment
North of Union Station
"Make yourself at home." Harm said, putting her bag down in front of the kitchen island. "You know where everything is." The trip to New England had been hell for him. He'd left on Sunday and taken Monday off telling the Admiral that it was for a personal reason. The Admiral, thinking that it had something to do with Mattie, gave him the day off with out so much as a need for an explanation. He headed off, speeding down I-95 as much as he dared. When he found her, all Harm wanted to do was cradle her in his arms. She was thinner than when he had last seen her. She looked like she'd been through hell. Now, she was with him and she was safe. As much as he wanted to stay angry at her, he couldn't. He simply couldn't.
Mac nodded and just headed over to the sofa, plopping down. "Thanks." Though she loved spending time in Harm's apartment, she wished she could be alone in her own place. But, it was far too dangerous to go there now. She was sure someone was probably casing her home.
Luckily Harm didn't ask many questions. Sometimes it seemed he was trying to be civil while ignoring her. Christ, how the hell did things get like this? Before he would have been the first person to know everything that had happened. Now, she felt like a traitor. He was her best friend. . . no, he was more than that, he was the man she was in love with, yet in a moment of weakness, she let Clayton Webb have his way with her. She couldn't see the look in Harm's eyes but remembered his shoulders slumped, his figure looked so fragile and hurt.
"Mac?" Looking up she saw Harm standing over her, holding a cup of tea and a plate with two sandwiches. Taking it from him, she realized that she had been lost in her thoughts for about ten minutes. "Thanks." She said softly and sipped the hot liquid.
Harm nodded and slid into the chair across from her. "If you need to shower or anything, the place is yours. You know where everything is." He wanted to make her feel at home and safe. Hopefully she understood that their last grudge match was in the past. They could get over it.
Mac nodded and looked up to see him looking at her. His eyes didn't hold anger or resentment. He was concerned. But, she couldn't say anything. In fact, she hadn't said a damned thing past "thanks". Even when he found her, she just jumped in the car and he just sped off. There were no words, no hugs, no kisses nothing but a deep sigh of relief from the both of them.
Somehow, Harm sensed that she wanted to be alone. Stretching, he stood up, walked to his room and came back with a pillow and a blanket. "I'm gonna crash. . . I'm exhausted." He just stood before her and waited an answer, anything. When it didn't come, he sighed and turned towards his bedroom. "Night Mac, if you need anything come get me."
Killing the lights, he slipped out of his shirt and jeans, sliding into bed clad in only his boxers. Sleep came hard for him. It took him a few hours before his mind finally gave up on thinking of reasons for Mac to be in trouble. He remembered the nightmare that he had and how the Admiral mentioned something along the lines of murdering Webb. But, that was just plain stupid. Even he, who was angry at the spook, would not even consider offing the man. Mac certainly held a fondness for Clayton Webb that would prevent the same from her.
That night, he was sure that she was invading his dreams again. Mac was walking into his room, completely naked. Though he couldn't see her clearly, her silhouette showed off every point and curve of her flesh. She walked towards the bed and then, almost cat-like, she crawled onto him.
Mac kissed his lips softly and then she kissed his cheeks, chin, neck. She trailed her kisses downwards, over his chest.
Harm realized it was not a dream when he felt his nether regions start to tighten. No dream would ever make him get like that. It wasn't possible. "Mac." His voice was raspy from sleep. Sitting up, he grabbed her shoulders and gently pushed her away from him before her mouth came over his member. "What are you doing?"
"I want you." She said before pushing her full weight forward onto him. She claimed his lips in a hot and passionate kiss that mirrored the one from the office just a few months ago. Mac needed him so badly that it was easy to just give in and lose control. She needed to complete what they had started months ago in his office. She needed to feel something that wasn't the desperation of being locked in some cell. She needed to feel loved even if it was only for one night.
Somehow, the rational part of Harm's brain kicked into overdrive. Again, he managed to pull her away from him. "We can't do this." When she tried to conquer his body once more time, Harm held her at arms length. "I can't do this, Mac."
Mac didn't say anything. She simply stood and made her way out of the bedroom. He'd pushed her away from him yet again. She felt like a fool to think that he'd ever want anything from her. Why would he when she had never given him a reason to need her? Pulling a pillow over her head, she sobbed.
Harm's heart broke when she heard Mac's cries. He didn't intend to hurt her, but he refused to take advantage of the situation. Sighing, he laid in bed, hoping that the cries would stop soon enough. He was too chicken to go and check on her and too strong to take advantage of her.