PART 9
1750 Zulu
Chalet Village
Gatlinburg, Tennessee
Frightened she shot up in bed and wrapped her arms around her body. She rocked back and forth until the after shocks subsided. She tried to sleep but it was no use. Getting of the bed, she tiptoed quietly out of the room and to the landing. Looking down, she saw Harm poking at the fire before adding another log to the flames. With a few sheets, he'd made a bed for himself on the area in front of the fireplace. As she quietly made it down the stairs, she noted that he looked tired, defeated and so lonely. It bothered her that he was with her. It bothered her that somehow, he'd wound up in her living hell again. She watched as he stared out the window watching the snow that had started to fall outside.
"It's snowing." He said, sensing her near him. In fact, he always sensed where she was. It had always freaked him out that he could do that, especially when he was trying, at one point, to get over her.
Mac nodded as she made her way across the living room and stood by his side. "It's beautiful out here."
"It is." He said simply then turned over to his side to look at her, noticing the goose bumps over her skin. "You're cold."
Mac shrugged. "Just a little. . . don't worry about it."
"No no. . ." Harm said, moving over to the sofa and grabbing an afghan. He wrapped it around her and then ran his hands up and down Mac's arms, trying to warm her up. His eyes met hers and they both exchanged a smile. Mac closed her eyes and gave into the sensations of his arms on her body.
And that is when it happened. She opened her eyes and for once he could see that the walls she always had up were gone. He could tell that she felt scared and lonely. He knew the feeling too well, it matched his own.
Harm couldn't stop himself anymore and he didn't want to. He needed to finally put an end to the "what ifs" that had plagued his relationship with Sarah MacKenzie. He needed to show her once and for all what was going on inside his heart.
What Mac saw in his eyes pleasantly surprised her. Yes, she'd seen similar looks from him before. At one point he even mentioned that he saw a desirable woman. Back then, she pushed that thought aside. Now, she welcomed his words with opened arms. This was the time that they were waiting for. She realized they were both ready to let go.
Mac tipped her head up and closed her eyes anticipating what would hopefully be the welcoming of a new relationship. Right when she thought she would be disappointed, Harm's lips descended on her own. Peeking through her eyelids, she could see his eyes closed. She could feel him pouring his heart and soul into a kiss that took them away from the worries of their current situation.
Once they broke the kiss, they both stood in awe of the other. There was no resentment, no anger, no second thoughts. They both wanted the same thing and knew that the night would end in their favor.
Harm brought his hands under Mac's USMC T-shirt. He tugged the shirt upward and watched as she raised her arms to help him get her out of the article of clothing. She wasn't wearing a bra. He was surprised when Mac didn't move away from his gaze. He was even more surprised when she moved closer, allowing him to touch her.
He placed his hand at her abdomen and then moved upward between the valley of her breasts. His hand then grazed over one breast and then the other, teasing her nipples which released a soft gasp from Mac.
Harm's mouth replaced his hand as he took one nipple into his mouth and licked circles around it. Mac's hands were tangled in his hair as she held him against her, wanting him to take in all of her. The things his tongue was doing to her was affecting her in was she was sure no one else could replicate. She couldn't believe the moan that had come from deep within her. Harm had begun nibbling gently at point where her shoulder met her neckline. She leaned back a bit giving him more access to the point that he was now giving his full attention to.
Mac brought her arms around his back, her nails skimming over his flesh which only seemed to inspire him more. When his lips left her skin, he stood back a moment and took her into view. He noticed her blushing all over and was then concerned to see her shiver. She had mentioned something earlier about her being cold. Then, kneeling before her, he removed her sweat pants and panties all in one shot. He tossed them to the side and took Mac's hand, leading her over to the bed that he had made for himself near the fireplace. He took off all of his clothing and tossed them aside. Gently, he brought her down onto the sheets with him.
Mac's heart was beating a zillion miles an hour. She'd had dreams of what it would be like with Harm. They would never compare to the care that he had been showing her. The way he caressed her body as if it were some rare treasure. When they laid together on the sheets, she wrapped her arms around him, bringing him closer to her. Her lips sought out his own and she kissed him passionately with need. It wasn't about wanting Harm. Right now it had become a down right need to feel him deep within her. To have his hands caressing her skin.
"Sarah. . ." He said softly, his eyes scanning her own, searching for a reason to make him stop.
"Shhh. . . No words, Harm." She replied just as softly, her eyes looking deeply into his, hoping to ease the worry.
"I need to tell you something." He began and then took a deep breath and continued before she had a chance to interrupt him. "I love you."
She was pleased when he didn't make her wait any longer. Harm kneeled between Mac's thighs and slowly guided his length into her. He felt her gasp as she took in all of him. Her eyes, closed when he entered her, reopened to give him the reassurance that he needed from her. Then, using his hands for support, he began to slide in and out of her, beginning the dance that was as old as time.
Mac glided her hands over his forearms, towards his shoulders and to his back. She tugged him downward to her. Once she felt his strength covering her, Mac surrendered fully to him. Everything that had made her up, was his for the taking. She ran her hands and nails down his back causing Harm to make his trusts harder and more pleasurable.
He watched her intently, marveling in the sight before him as Mac's head lolled side to side on the pillow. Her eyes clutched tightly and lips parted as she was gripped in a wave of a first orgasm. The sight only made him continue moving against her.
Mac, after finding her first release, began to counter Harm's movements. She kissed his lips as she felt him move his hips in some fashion that made her never want him to stop. Again she threw her head back as she was dripped in a second orgasm that surpassed the first. She was in awe of Harm who managed to keep control of his body. She knew too well what he was doing and realized that it was her turn to pleasure him.
Moving her hands from his back to his chest, Mac pushed Harm off of her and onto the sheets below them. She moved so that his body lay between her thighs. Gently she eased his full length into her and began caressing him with her inner muscles. She smiled at the sight of his eyes widening, his chest heaving as she took a firm hold of him. Leaning forward, she held onto his shoulders as she lifted herself on and off of him. Each shove brining him closer to the edge.
Harm's hands were caressing her breasts, gently kneading the delicate skin. One of his hands made its way down her abdomen to her clit. He stroked her with his thumb which only made Mac buck harder against him. A moment later they were both gripped by the waves of pleasure. Even after he was spent, Harm sat up with Mac still on his lap.
She moved her legs fully around his waist and wrapped her arms around him. Harm held her as close as he could. Both of their breaths short and ragged. She pulled his head from her shoulder and started kissing his facial features. Their lips met again and they kissed softly and gently.
Mac couldn't figure out how many minutes they sat just holding on to each other. He'd seriously damaged her internal clock. But, eventually, when the fire had begun to dim and the chill was prevalent in the air, they came apart. Mac had led Harm up the stairs and into bed with her. No words were spoken. At that time, there didn't need to be any.
Part 9b
2030 Zulu
Chalet Village
Gatlinburg, Tennessee
When Harm awoke, he looked over at the clock to find that it was nearly four in the afternoon, he was scared to find her side of the bed empty. Sitting up, he looked around and was about to call for her, when he heard the sound of moving water coming from the bathroom. Making his way out of bed, he grabbed both of their service weapons and headed to the bathroom. He didn't even bother putting on any clothing. After what they had done just a few hours before, he didn't think there was a need for modesty. Walking in, he was greeted by the sight of his Marine in a tub full of bubbles. He sighed deeply, enjoying in the fact that they finally, truly belonged to each other. Placing the pistols on the top of the toilet, he walked up behind Mac. "Room for two?" He said, before bending over to kiss her on the lips.
"Of course." She said, sliding forward in the whirlpool tub to make room for him to sit behind her. Harm slid in behind Mac and once he was settled, his arms came around her. His lips searched for a certain spot on her neck, that he remembered had made her shiver. He was delighted to find that it still had the same effect. Harm's hand moved between her breast and up to her neck. He slowly moved downward, cupping a breast in each hand. He loved the way they felt and how quickly she responded to his touches.
"Mmm . . ." Mac leaned the back of her head into the crook of his shoulder and looked up at Harm. "This would be a nice place for a honeymoon."
"Yes it would." Harm said, thinking back to the countless fantasy's about Mac that he had in this very spot. He was sure that he would get plenty of heat from his pals if his fantasy's of marrying Mac ever came up to the surface. "Where were you and. . ." Stopping he smiled and re-phrased the question, leaving the word 'Brumby' out of the equation. Sarah Brumby, the thought just nauseated him. " . . . Where were you planning on going for your honeymoon?"
Mac wrapped her arms over Harm's and lazily brushed her fingers over the back of his hands. "Down unda." She said in an accent that sounded more British than Australian.
Harm raised an eyebrow and bent his head to look at her. "Well, that is boring."
She chuckled and looked at him. "How so?"
He shrugged. "Well you had been there with us and you visited as well. Isn't that overkill?"
Mac shook her head and chuckled again. "I didn't exactly see much of Australia when I was there."
"Oh, I don't want to know those kinky details, thank you." He said, bringing his hands up to cover his ears which earned him a nudge from Mac's elbow. "Owww!"
"You are so bad sometimes. . . What I was going to say is that I saw the courtroom, the harbor, the beach, a few restaurants and Luna Park. . . That isn't exactly much sight seeing." She countered, taking his hands that were at the edge of the tub and bringing them down so that his arms were around her.
"Dunno, but the only sight seeing during my honeymoon would be every inch of my wife's body." Grinning, he moved his hands over her thighs causing ripples on the surface of the water.
Mac chuckled and placed her hands over his, guiding them between her now parted thighs. "I guess I shouldn't be doing this with you then, don't want the wife to get jealous."
"She's pretty open-minded." Harm said before closing his eyes and letting himself just feel her body. Teasing her, he would slightly brush between her folds to her clit and then just resume in caressing her thighs. "Besides, she knows I am in love with you." He didn't know why it was so simple now. Had he known in the past what he knew now, he'd surrendered his heart to her years ago. It really wasn't as difficult to let go as he thought it would've been.
"Ah. . ." She moaned out before taking a sharp breath. One of his hands maintained below the water, stroking her folds while the other moved upward to up her breasts. "So who is the lucky lady?"
"Catherine Gayle and no I didn't date her, she didn't want me to. Nor did I knock her up. Nor did I really marry her. I did it to find you." He said quickly before the magic of the moment disappeared with unanswered questions that he knew Mac had.
She had jumped at the mention of Catherine, but he did put her at ease. Although, she wouldn't have let him go as Catherine had. "Mmmm. . . Harm" She said softly as his thumb was now making slow circles around her clit.
"Mmmm, what?" He said, with flyboy grin in check.
"Don't stop. . ." Arching her back against him, she let out a moan that had Harm reeling. "Don't stop. .. touching me. . ."
"You do things to me when you talk like that, Sarah." He spoke into her ear, sending chills over every inch of her body.
"It's called rapture, Harm." Mac rolled her hips, causing her six to rub up against his growing erection. Her movements, as soft as they were, caused him to become harder.
Harm stopped kissing her neck and moved his head to the side, watching her features. "You know, you've gotta stop doing that."
"Doing what?" She said, innocently before biting her lower lip. His fingers had slipped into her and quickly out again. For effect she made a gentle move that only caused his anticipation to grow.
"Ah . . that." Harm said in a choked voice.
She caught her breath and was barely able to speak, but she liked being saucy with him. "What are you going. . . to do about it?"
"This." He said, removing his hands off of her body before sitting up in the tub.
Mac was going to start to protest when he stood up with her. Grabbing a towel, Harm set it at the large edge at the corner of the tub. Curiously, Mac watched him and couldn't help but laugh when he turned around and sat her down on the edge of the tub. "Okay flyboy, what are you up. . . Ooooooh."
Parting her thighs, Harm's mouth came over the very area that he was caressing with his fingers. She gasped in delight when Harm's tongue swirled around her clit. She'd had so many fantasy's about him doing just that to her. She would make a whole project out of it, light candles, set the music and of course use the toy. She giggled at what he would think of if he knew that she had toys. Harm could be such a prude sometimes. "I've had. ..ah, fantasies about this."
Harm raised a brow and removed his mouth from her for a moment. "Do tell."
"You were. . . do this to me." She said shyly, her eyes still closed in hopes that he would resume what he was doing to her.
Grinning, he wasn't going to let her off the hook that easily. "Doing what?"
"Umm. . ."
"Tell me, Sarah." His voice was so sexy and her name sounded so wonderful coming from Harm.
"You were, tasting me. . going down on. . .me." Mac grabbed the edge of the tub in one hand and the towel below her with the other. Opening her eyes, she looked down at Harm who had his eyes closed and his mouth completely over her. She didn't really think that a man actually enjoyed that. But he proved her wrong. He seemed to be licking her as if he were lapping up a fine wine.
When he didn't hear anymore of Mac's fantasy's, Harm stopped and looked up at her. "Tell me more."
She swallowed hard. "I would use. . . a toy . . .and pretend it was you. . ."
"A toy, huh?" He said with a mischievous grin. "What would I do?" His mouth again came over her. He slid his tongue into her opening and dipped it in and out, tasting her fully.
"You'd touch me first . . . rub your fingers against my clit and then you'd enter me. . . so deep." She through her head back again and her eyes opened for just a moment before the orgasm caught her. "Oh . . . Harm! Yes. .. Yes."
When he heard her sounds of pleasure, Harm continued sucking at her clit. His hands held onto her hips as she rolled against his mouth. When her staccato cries filled the room, he stopped and sat back giving a much needed break to his knees. He watched Mac. Her body was covered in droplets of water and sweat. Her ab muscles contracting from the aftershocks of orgasm. She looked at him through the slits of her eyes before she opened them fully. She blushed visibly when she caught him looking at her with a seductive look in his eyes.
Mac watched him with her mouth open as he stroked himself under the water. It was one of the most beautiful sights she had ever seen. Everything about Harm was gorgeous. "Let me help you." She said, as she slid into the bath and brought herself over Harm's lap. She held onto his shoulders as she glided his cock into her. Once they were joined, she leaned forwarded and took his lips with her own, tasting herself on his lips.
Lifting herself she began sliding him in and out of her. Water sloshed around them, spilling out to the floor as Harm held on to the edge of the tub and watched her. He was mesmerized by the way she looked when she rode him. Her eyes were closed, lips parted. Her breasts were moving with the force of her actions. Hell, he could come on that vision alone.
When he felt his release, Harm grabbed onto Mac's hips and held her down as he came inside of her. Though she wasn't rocking back and forth on him, Mac used her inner muscles to knead at him and bring him to completion. For a few minutes, they remained together, completely sated once again. "You're amazing." She said, tracing his jaw line with her fingertips. As much as she loved his clean shaven look, she had to admit that stubbly Harm was just as attractive. In fact, she loved the way his facial hair made her skin tingle.
Moving off of Harm, Mac settled at the other end of the tub. He soon slid back behind her and wrapped his arms around her. She found it ironic that, though she was in danger, she felt completely safe. Looking over, she saw their two pistols laying side by side on the counter. There was nothing romantic about that scene, however, it strangely touched her that he had remembered to bring in both of their weapons.
"What time is it?" He said, after they had spent a good amount of time just laying together. He knew it was time to make it out of the bathtub because his fingers had become pruny.
Mac stopped for a moment and thought. "1600."
Harm's eyebrows shot up. "I think it's time we get out of this tub before we turn to prunes."
"Mmmm. . .whatever you say." Mac said in a sleepy voice. Sighing, she moved forward in the tub and then stood up.
After they both were toweled off, Harm and Mac crashed into bed, hoping to get a few hours of sleep
Harm couldn't fall asleep, he simply laid in bed and watched her sleep. She was beautiful, an angel sent down to save him from himself. Yes, they'd had their problems but their moments of loyalty and friendship surpassed everything else. He breathed a sigh of relief when he realized that he finally told her what he needed her to hear. They were the three words that he hoped he could repeat to her for the rest of their lives.
After some hours passed, he watched her stir and soon her eyes were locked onto his own. "Morning." He said with a smile.
Mac thought for a moment and shook her head. "Afternoon. . . It's 1910."
"How'd you sleep?" Harm slid low into the bed and wrapped his arms around her.
"Good for once." She said with a smile and leaned up to kiss him. Snaking her hands around him, Mac pulled him close to her and indulged in the sweet kisses that he was giving her. Every inch of her just wanted to be ravaged by him all over again.
Harm's hand moved from her hip and he began to caress her inner thighs. Mac's legs, having a will of their own parted to allow him access.
A loud crashing noise snapped them back into the present. They looked at each other and remained silent. Then it came again, another thud.
"Stay here," Harm said, jumping out of the bed and quickly slipping his boxers on. He tossed Mac's pistol on the bed and made it out with his own. She wasn't planning to just sit around and wait for something to happen.
Mac jumped off the bed and tucked the sheets carefully around her. She grabbed her service weapon and just as she was about to make it out of the room, the belch of a gun shot stopped her dead in her tracks. "Oh No!"