A/N: Chapter 6! Woohoo!
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Chapter 6: Warm Ways
0926 Local
JAG Headquarters
Falls Church, VA
I think we did it, Mac…
"We sure did, didn't we…"
"What was that, Harm?" Admiral Chegwidden had returned to the chair next to him, and Harm realized then that he'd spoken out loud.
"Oh, nothing, sir. I was just remembering…" His lips curved upward into wistful smile.
"Good memories, I take it?"
"Yeah, the best…"
Flashback…
Harm woke slowly, rather amazed to see the sun had already risen. He rarely slept this late, but then, he'd never had a night like the one before either. The reason for his night now lay draped across his bare chest, her leg thrown over him, her sex pressed intimately against his thigh. Harm fought the urge to drag her so she'd be laying across the entire length of his body; she had to be exhausted and he wanted her to have her rest.
Mac's week leading up to her time here hadn't been especially easy. First, she'd lost a case to Commander Turner, which wasn't unexpected, but Sturgis had been an ass to deal with and her client was just a stupid kid. That didn't excuse what the petty officer had done, but Sturgis had been such a sanctimonious prick about it all, never giving an inch.
Then, she'd had to take on a good portion of Bud's caseload as the lieutenant required medical leave due to an infection in the stump of his leg. Unfortunately, she'd gotten the more frustrating portion of the cases and he'd wondered for a moment if this weekend would have to be postponed until next month. He would have understood, but Mac had told him in no uncertain terms that she wasn't putting her life on hold anymore. He'd been more relieved than she'd ever know about that. He didn't want his life to be on hold anymore either; he wanted a life with Sarah MacKenzie to start as soon as possible.
Harm was drawn out of his musings by a subtle shift in Mac's position. Her leg had slipped up higher on his hips and her center was now pressed more firmly into him. He couldn't control the response of his manhood and soon it was tenting the sheet he'd thrown over them.
"Harm?" Mac's sleepy voice reached his ears and his arousal grew.
"Shhh, baby, just rest." He kissed her hair and stroked his hand up and down her back. He felt her nod against him and then her body went limp with slumber once again.
For his part, Harm willed his body to calm down. As much as he wanted to take her right now, he didn't want this weekend to just be about sex. Yes, it was about having a baby and sex was required for that, but he also wanted to show her how much he loved her.
So then just tell her! his inner voice admonished him. You're doing this all backwards!
Harm sighed. He had to acknowledge the truth of that, and the niggling sense that this would all backfire on him caused the physical evidence of his arousal to wane. He still wanted her, still had the urge to wake her up and make love to her, but just holding her was peaceful. Nice. More than nice. He loved it. He loved her.
Tell her!
Telling himself that he didn't want to wake her just yet, that he'd tell her later, he kissed her hair again, then eased away from her to shower and make breakfast.
Mac slept on.
"Mac, sweetheart? Wake up. It's time for breakfast." Harm set the breakfast tray on his nightstand and gently shook her shoulder. Not quite awake, she stretched like a cat, then rolled over, her eyes fluttering open as her smile lit up her face.
"More like brunch, Harm. It's ten forty-two."
He chuckled. "So it is. Sit up."
"No…this is too comfortable." She snuggled down deeper into the covers, prompting him to reach under the blankets and tickle her.
"Hey!" she squealed, then surprised him by reaching up and pulling him down to her. Somehow, she managed to get him entirely on the bed, rolling them so she was on top of him. He was shirtless, and the feel of her nipples brushing against his chest rapidly made him crazy with want. He was disappointed when she sat up, but that did at least give him a proper view of those full, firm breasts of hers. He could also feel the warmth of her core against his stomach, and his manhood started to swell. He knew the moment she felt it against her bottom; her eyes darkened with desire and she began move her sex, making him feel its wetness against his skin.
"Maaac…" he groaned, and her movements quickened. He had to have her. Now. He frantically reached down and pushed at his boxers, working them down his legs until he could toe them off completely.
"Please, Mac! I need you. I need to be inside you." Mac nodded, and with his help, she lifted off of him and shifted back. Achingly slow, she slid down his shaft until she was completely impaled on him. Then, with his hands on her hips to guide her, she moved up and down, back and forth, circling her hips as she squeezed her muscles around him. Harm didn't know how much longer he'd be able to hold it before he exploded inside her once again. Finally, he sat up with her, and her legs wrapped around him as he captured her lips in a hard and passionate kiss. Her movements were becoming faster, more erratic, and when she came, he felt her shudder around him as she called out his name. Mere seconds later, he came with a shout, spilling his seed into her while she caught his cry with her kiss.
Harm ground himself into her, his pubic bone stimulating her clit, and suddenly she was coming again. She threw her head back, calling his name, then collapsed against him.
Harm held her close, still inside her, caressing her back in long, slow strokes, while the sweat dried on their bodies and their hearts gradually slowed.
"God, Mac…you're going to kill me," he whispered hoarsely when he could finally speak again. She answered with a throaty laugh and he pulled her more tightly against him. "But I'll die happy," he continued, and she laughed again.
"Me too, Harm. Me too."
With a final kiss he rolled her over onto his back, sliding out of her before once again covering her sex with his hand. Looking down into her chocolate-amber eyes, he almost told her he loved her then, but the words stalled in his throat and he swallowed them back, too afraid of ruining this moment.
It took him months to figure it out, but as it happened, he ruined it anyway.
Present Day…
"Dammit, Admiral. I ruined everything. If I had just said something, told her…maybe she'd believe me now."
"So, you have told her."
"Yeah. Repeatedly. With words, gestures, actions, more words…I don't know what else to do." Harm looked over at his CO, tears forming in his blue-grey eyes. "And it hurts, sir…because she's told me she loves me too."
Harm thanked the admiral as the older man handed him another glass, this one filled with water. He still couldn't believe he was being so open to Admiral Chegwidden. Of course, that made him wonder why in hell he couldn't have been open to Mac when it would have mattered. He'd been as intimate with her as a person could be, told her a countless times how he felt, but apparently, it wasn't enough. She still thought he didn't love her "that way"; He only said he did because she'd said it to him.
Nothing could be further from the truth.
Harm sat lost in thought for several moments, not realizing right away that the admiral was speaking to him again.
"I'm sorry, sir. I guess I'm a little distracted today." The admiral snorted at that and Harm smiled sheepishly back at him. "Yeah…uh, what were you saying, Admiral?"
"I asked if things, uh, worked that first time."
Harm's smile turned wistful. "Yeah, they did…"
Flashback…
"Did you take it yet?" Harm asked as she let him into her apartment. Mac's period was a few days late, so they decided today was the day to test.
"No, Harm…I was waiting for you. But if it's alright with you, I'd, uh, like to do it now…before I…
"Pee yourself?" he said with a grin. He just knew they were in for good news today.
"Yeah, that, so…"
"Go," he laughed, and she hightailed it to the bathroom. A minute later she came back out, empty handed.
"Well?" he asked.
"It takes at least three minutes, Harm. Cool your jets." She rolled her eyes, but he knew she was just as excited as he was.
The last two weeks or so had been interesting. They hadn't been together intimately since then; Harm wasn't sure she would want that, and he didn't want her to think that sex was all he wanted, so he didn't ask her. They were, however, touching more in that casual way they had been doing before he'd left to fly. Their smiles were more knowing, sweeter somehow, and the best part of Harm's day was anytime they were together.
The first few days they were back at JAG were the most difficult for him; it was so hard not to reach out and pull her into his arms. One time he'd actually leaned over and kissed her in the law library when he got up to get them more coffee. He'd turned beet red as did she, and he stumbled all over himself to apologize. Finally, she'd looked around to make sure they were alone, then put her fingers to his lips.
"Stop, Harm," she'd said. "I liked it. We just can't do that here."
Harm had leaned down and whispered low in her ear. "So, we can do that in other places?"
She giggled and then surprised him by giving him a quick peck on his lips. "Yes. Now go get the coffee."
"Yes, ma'am," he'd said with a grin, tossing off an irreverent salute. He went off to get their coffee, joyful that his plans for them seemed to be falling into place.
Work had kept them apart for the most part the next couple of weeks; otherwise, Mac might have tested sooner, but that didn't matter now. He was here, she was by his side, and when her inner timer went off telling them it was time to check the test, he took her hand and drew her into her bathroom.
With a shaking hand, she reached for the little blue and white stick and slowly turned it over, her body blocking it from Harm's sight. Harm's heart started to pound when she didn't speak right away, and finally he couldn't take it anymore. "Mac?"
"It's, um…it's negative."
And suddenly she was in his arms, sobbing into his chest.
End Chapter 6