A/N: One day I felt like writing about Harm, Mac, and phone sex, so I did. I was going to write this all in a one shot, but now I'm not. What's here can somewhat stand alone, so "finishing" it isn't a real priority :) Finishing it might be a priority for Harm, though…
Once Upon a Stormy Night
Chapter 1: She
It was a dark and stormy night…
The sky was black, lightning flashed, and thunder clapped, while rain and probably hail pelted the windows.
Harm hated it.
Ever since he took that impromptu swim in the Atlantic during Mac's rehearsal dinner, this kind of weather never failed to spark a few flashbacks, nor did it fail to make his heart pound, his palms sweat, and his mouth dry. Tonight was worse than most, and he'd spent the last forty-five minutes huddled on the couch alternately praying the storm would end and berating himself for being such a coward. It rankled him to admit that Mac wouldn't be scared; after all she'd experienced wild storms on Red Rock Mesa, and according to her, those storms were far more severe than anything Washington could offer.
But they were at least brief, though the flash floods could be devastating.
Harm sighed and ran his hand over his face. This was getting ridiculous. He was a grown man. He shouldn't be afraid of a little storm…he supposed he should just put in his earplugs and cover his eyes. He was about to do just that when a new sound startled him.
It was still a dark and stormy night…
Mac stood at the glass doors leading to her balcony, gazing at the black sky while lightning flashed and rain and probably hail pelted the building. The sounds of thunder clapped all around her as well, and she hated it.
Loathed it.
Ever since Harm had taken is unintentional swim in the Atlantic the night of her rehearsal dinner, this kind of weather never failed to spark a few flashbacks, nor did it fail to make her heart pound as she imagined what life would have been like if Harm hadn't survived. Tonight was worse than most, and she'd spent the last forty-five minutes standing by the balcony doors, trying to face her relatively new fear of storms while berating herself over the fact that standing here wasn't helping. She was really just too frozen by anxiety to move.
It rankled Mac that she'd once laughed as she'd watched a storm come in over Red Rock Mesa. Now if she experienced one of those, she'd probably find herself curled up in a fetal position crying.
Mac sighed and massaged her temples. This was getting ridiculous. She was a grown woman. She shouldn't be afraid of a little storm…she supposed she could put in her earplugs and put on a sleep mask. She was about to do just that when she suddenly had a vision of Harm huddled on his couch, his face waxen.
Oh, God…Harm…
If she was scared of this storm, how must he feel?
Mac picked up the phone…
"Rabb!" Harm answered, his tone clipped.
"Harm?"
"Yeah?!"
"It's, um, Mac…"
"Yeah?" he repeated.
"Oh, well, I just wanted to…I'm interrupting something, aren't I. I'll let you go. Have a good night, Harm." The phone clicked in his ear and Harm only realized then who it was and what he had done. He quickly called her back; it rang several times and Harm was about to give up but then he heard her pick up with a tentative "hello?"
"Hey, Mac…"
"Harm, you're obviously busy. We can talk later— "
"No— "
"It's no problem."
"But— "
"Good— "
"Mac!"
"Bye."
"Maaac!"
"What?"
Harm closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Mac, I…I didn't mean to be so…before. It's just…the phone startled me."
"Oh."
Harm waited a few beats for her to say more, but when she didn't, he feared he had really hurt her feelings. "Mac, really. The phone startled me…I'm a little jumpy tonight…"
"Because of the storm?"
"Uh, yeah…how did you know?" Harm settled back into the couch, cringing when another flash heralded another deafening crack of thunder.
"Well, they bother me now…after…so I figured you might be…"
"Yeah, I am."
"I'm sorry."
"I guess it's just something I need to get over…dammit!" Harm gripped the phone tighter and willed himself to calm down as the violent clap of thunder rumbled away.
"That was a bad one," Mac murmured in his ear.
"Yeah…to be honest I feel a little ridiculous. I'm a grown man for god's sake and it isn't as if this is my first storm—"
"Harm, given what you've been through, no one would fault you for being a bit apprehensive during a storm. I wasn't even out there with you, and I hate them now too."
Harm ran his hand over his face and sighed, wondering if he'd regret admitting his fears to Mac, or regret what he was about to tell her.
"Mac…you were out there with me." Harm heard her sharp intake of air.
"I—Harm…" She gave an audible swallow. "I, uh, I suppose we should talk about that night…"
"Not tonight, Mac."
"Harm, I'm sorry…of course…well, I, uh, just wanted to check in with you…I'll let you go—"
"No! Mac…I still want to talk to you tonight…I just don't want to talk about that while I'm in the thick of a storm yet."
"Oh, okay. What would you like to talk about?" He heard the smile in her voice, and for the next hour or so, they talked about anything and everything, both forgetting about the storm that gradually faded away.
Harm had missed talking to her like this. Before Brumby, René, her cancelled wedding and his crash, they'd hung out frequently and talked just for the sake of it. Until now, even after their previous partners had gone from their lives, most of their interactions had been strictly business. He found that even though the storm had abated, he wasn't willing to let her go just yet.
"Well, Harm…"
He could tell she was about to end the call, and he became desperate to keep her on. The trouble was he couldn't think of anything to bring up. His mind was virtually a blank, and all he could spit out was "Mac!"
"Yes?"
"Uh, uh, uh…." Words failed him, and he finally he just blurted out the first thing that popped into his mind. "Hey, Mac, what are you wearing?"
"Huh?"
"Come on…what are you wearing?" He couldn't believe he was doubling down on this.
"Well, uh…my, uh, pink bathrobe."
"The fluffy one?" He'd seen her in that one during the whole Holst trial and he'd rather liked it.
"No…it's silk…not as long."
Ohhhh, Mac…
Harm felt something swirling in his gut.
"What are you wearing underneath?"
Mac hesitated, and Harm figured he'd gone too far…until she breathily told him.
"What are you wearing underneath?"
Mac was stunned. Harm's voice was low, almost seductive…and he'd asked her what she was wearing…if that wasn't a precursor to phone sex…
Wait…no…they didn't do that…
Still, though, she answered him, her own voice breathy.
"Just panties."
"What do they look like?"
"They're black. Bikini. There's lace along the waistband…"
"Is there a little bow?"
"Yes…" She felt a familiar ache down low in her belly.
"Mac…your robe, is it still tied closed?"
"Yes."
"Open it."
"Okay." She was powerless to resist his softly spoken command and found herself loosening the ties of her robe. She felt a growing heat between her legs.
"Now—"
"Harm?"
"Yes?"
"What are you wearing?"
His chuckle rumbled in her ear. "Jeans and a black t-shirt."
"Hmmmm…" She knew full well how delicious he looked in one of his tight t-shirts…and the way his jeans always hugged that perfect six of his…she nearly moaned at the thought of it. But, as much as she enjoyed how he looked in a t-shirt, she couldn't help remembering how he'd looked wearing just his boxers with those chiseled abs and the perfect amount of hair that disappeared just underneath his waistband. That was how she wanted him now. "Harm?"
"Yes, Mac?"
"Take your shirt off. For me." Her heart pounded; they were both being so bold. How far with this go? Would they regret it? She found she didn't care.
"Okay, Mac. It's off. Now, tell me…where are you right now?"
"Well…I'm in my apartment of course…just standing in the living room."
"Go lie on your bed."
"Only if you do too. And take off your jeans for me."
She could hear the zipper of his jeans going down a moment later, and she wondered if he was getting hard. God knew, she was getting wet.
"Are you in your bedroom yet, Mac?"
"Yeah, you?"
"Yeah…Okay, take off your robe for me."
"It's off."
"Now, lie back into your pillows and run your hand over your belly…are you doing that, Mac?"
"Uh-huh."
"Pretend it's me."
"I am."
"Good…my hand is still on your stomach, caressing your skin. My little finger slips under your waistband and then my hand moves up under your breasts. I tease you for a moment, running my knuckles over the bottom of them before running my hand down you your panties again. Do that for me. Tell me how it feels."
"Ohhhh, Harm…it feels wonderful, but I want your hand to go lower…touch me." She was on fire, and the ache between her legs was intensifying. Harm chuckled in her ear.
"All in good time, Marine. I want to take my time here. Now, pretend it's my hand covering your breast. I'm massaging it, my thumb brushes over your nipple. It's getting hard…is it getting hard, Mac?"
"Yes, Harm. It is. It tingles. It almost hurts."
"I don't want you to hurt, Mac."
"No, I like it. I'd like your tongue on me…I want you to suck on them…hard…"
She heard Harm groan over the phone line before she lifted her hand from her breast and licked her finger. She returned it to her breast, fantasizing that the wetness from her mouth was Harm suckling from her. She squeezed each breast and pinched each nipple, while her need pooled in her panties. She wanted to touch herself, to stroke her clit until she came, but she would allow Harm to take the lead here. "Oh, god, Harm. More…please. More."
"Your wish is my command, Mac. Now, where were we…oh…my hand and my tongue have left your breasts and are moving down again. This time, my hand doesn't slip underneath your panties. I stroke my finger between your legs—over your sex. It's wet…are you wet, Sarah?"
God, she could come from the sound of her name on his tongue alone. Mac did as Harm directed; her finger ran the length of her panty-clad slit, immediately feeling the moisture. She shuddered and stroked herself again, this time with a firmer touch, and she cried out.
"Mac, baby…don't go too fast. Take your time."
"Okay, Harm…yes…I'm wet. So wet. My panties are soaked through."
Harm groaned, or maybe it was her as she continued to stroke herself through her underwear. Her breathing was shallow and fast and the thought of Harm doing this to her nearly made her crazy with want.
"Do you want to touch yourself, Mac?"
"Yes, Harm…I have to."
"Then I want you to slip your hand inside your panties. Cup yourself, rub against it. How does that feel, Mac?"
"Good. So good." Her hips rocked and then thrusted into her hand, whimpering as she held back from letting her fingers pleasure her.
"Wonderful…alright, my hand is covering your sex. I'm feeling the wetness of your panties but then I can't hold back. I brush your panties aside, and then I part your lips with my fingers. I dip into you a little bit and I can feel how wet you are. One finger brushes over your clit and you scream my name. Say it, Mac…say my name."
"Harm. Harm, Harm, Harm…I don't know how much more of this I can take. I want…I want…"
"What do you want, Mac?"
"I want your fingers inside me. Moving them in and out. And then I want you to taste me, Harm."
"Mac…oh, Mac…yes…yes…I will taste you. I'm kissing my way down your belly, and then I'm between your thighs. I'm licking your sex over your panties. As you moan, I push them aside and run my tongue through your slit. I circle over your clit and I nip it with my teeth…touch yourself, Mac. Are you touching yourself?"
"Y-y-y-yes…I'm pretending it's you."
"Good, marine. Remember…not too fast. When we're together I don't want to rush anything. I want to kiss every inch of you until you're quivering beneath me."
Harm…he wanted to be with her? That way? When did this happen?
Then again, they were having this moment over the phone…something was happening right now
"Okay, Mac…now, slowly, slowly slide your panties down your legs…are you doing that?"
"I am. They're off now."
"Good…my head is buried between your thighs and I slide two fingers inside you. You're rocking your hips back and forth while my tongue circles your clit. You're thrusting up into me and I can feel you getting close. Mac, are your fingers inside you?"
"Y-y-yes," she whimpered as she pumped her fingers in and out. She knew it wasn't nearly the same as having his fingers inside her, but he also had her so aroused that any touch to her breasts or center made her whimper and cry. She could hear Harm's breath quicken over the phone and she knew he was stroking himself. She'd had fantasies about taking his member in her mouth, letting her tongue swirl around his tip, tasting him. She was always thankful that she was a woman. Maybe it made being a marine harder, but being around Harm, especially of late, had her in a heightened state of arousal constantly. As a woman, she could hide the evidence of it. No one could feel or see how wet her panties were.
"Okay, Mac…my fingers are moving faster while I nip at your clit. You're gripping the sheets underneath you and I can feel the moment when you come around my fingers. You scream my name, but before you finish, I cover you with my body and I'm thrusting inside you. Mac…keep touching yourself. Make yourself come. Come on, honey. Let it go. Let it go for me. I know you're wet. I want to taste you. I want you to taste yourself on me when we kiss. I want your legs to wrap around me, holding on as I move in and out of you. I'm moving faster, faster, and baby, come. Come for me. Come!"
Mac's orgasm was explosive as she came with Harm's name on her lips. She whimpered and cried and shook with each aftershock. She'd never come this hard by her own hand, and she could only imagine what it would be like if he were actually here, claiming her body. For a long moment, they were both silent, both breathing heavily. She sensed Harm hadn't taken care of his own needs yet, which suited her plans just fine…
"Harm? Are you hard?"
End Chapter 1