1910 EST
APARTMENT OF SARAH MACKENZIE
GEORGETOWN
"Coming!" Mac yelled as she finished changing, pulling on a burgundy shirt. She hurried to the door and pulled it open to find Harmon Rabb trying to hold three large bags of Chinese food in one hand.
"I didn't know what you wanted, so I got the gamut," he explained, "kitchen or couch?"
"Couch," she responded as she took a bag and set it on the coffee table, "Is Rene out of town? I can't remember the last time we spent time together on a Saturday night."
Harm paused as he removed a box of take out, "No, um… we broke up."
"Oh," she paused, not knowing whether she should go into the subject further.
Mac began opening the food containers, "So, what did you get me?"
"Sesame chicken, Mongolian beef, and in case you're feeling spicy tonight, Szechuan chicken," he grinned at her.
"Oooo I'm definitely feeling spicy," she smiled back, reaching for the container.
"So, how did everything go today?" he asked as he sat down, pulling out a pair of chopsticks.
She turned to him with a raised eyebrow, "You really want to talk about that?"
"Look Mac, I'm sorry about Wednesday," he set down his food, "You were right, I shouldn't have tried to tell you what to do. I just… It's just that I care about you, Mac," he said as his eyes met hers.
"That's sweet, Harm, but it doesn't give you a say in what I do."
"Yeah, I know. You have made that abundantly clear," there was an edge to his voice as he reached for his Lo Mein. He swore he could feel the burn from her glare.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"It seems like every time I ask you to do something, you do the opposite," he matched her tone, his eyes set on hers.
"Really? C'mon Harm, you didn't exactly ask me to do anything on Wednesday."
"I'm not talking about Wednesday, Mac." His voice took on a quiet intensity as he held her gaze.
There was a long pause before she responded. "Australia?" At his nod, she continued, "Harm, you said you couldn't – you wouldn't let go." He could see the sadness in her eyes.
"I wasn't ready, I needed more time," He tried to explain.
"More time for what?" she sighed.
"Things were… off after I came back from flying," he said as he rose from the couch, "We weren't close like we were before I left, and you outranked me… I didn't think it would be a good idea to get physical."
"Is that what you thought? That I wanted a one-night stand?" Her eyebrows were scrunched, eyes full of hurt as she looked up at him.
"No… I don't know. Mac," he looked away, his hands on his hips, "I wasn't ready for any of it…" he trailed off, pausing to swallow.
"And the next day you were wearing Mic's ring," hurt was written all over his face.
She breathed out, "when I went out with Mic, it was like I was having the same conversation that I had with you…" Mac stood, stepping away from Harm, "Except he told me how he felt, put everything on the line…" her fingers fidgeted until her eyes met his, "He said everything I wanted to hear from you."
"Mac…" he reached for her.
"No, Harm, I can't." She moved farther away, her voice faltering, "I can't just sit around waiting for you to be ready when I don't even know what that means," her expression hard. "Ready for what? A relationship? Sex? You say you're only like this with me, but why? Why are you so unsure whether or not you want me?" She couldn't help the insecurity that crept into her voice.
"Is that what you think this is?!" He replied, louder than intended. "Mac," he said letting out a breath, an arm dropping as he stepped towards her, "I want you more than I have ever wanted anyone." There they were, those smoky eyes, devouring her.
"You are the most breathtaking, most incredible woman I have ever known," she moved closer at his confession, his eyes softening, "and I will never forgive myself if I screw this up."
"I want all of it, all of you, Sarah," He breathed.
She closed the gap between them, lifting her hands to his chest, "I'm yours," she said, her lips inches from his, "you just have to let go."
He could feel his control starting to slip, "God, Mac, I can't think when you're this close," the husky whisper brushed her shoulder.
"Don't think, Harm. Do what feels right." She lightly nuzzled his neck, moving up towards his masculine jaw, finally brushing his lips in a barely-there kiss.
And it did feel right. So right.
Their eyes met for a moment, his nose gently nudging hers, then closed as he brought his hand to her cheek and captured her lips in his. It was slow and sensual, and as he pulled away, she lightly sucked his bottom lip.
His response was to pull her body roughly against his. She wrapped her arms around his neck, hungrily pressing her lips to his. His tongue dove into her mouth as his arms wrapped around her waist. The tips of his fingers dipped under the waistline of her jeans, moving around to her hips, and sliding under the hem of her shirt.
She gasped at the heat generated by his touch, freeing his lips to move to her neck as his hands explored the soft skin of her back and unhooked her bra. "Harm," she whispered, moving to give him more access as she began unbuttoning his shirt.
He kissed his way down to her pulse point and continued as low as her neckline would allow. When she tried to push his shirt from his shoulders, he refused to move his hands from her body. His thumbs brushed over her erect nipples, generating a moan from deep within Mac's chest.
She began moving her hands from his shoulders, pressing against the hard planes of his muscles as she reached for the front of his jeans.
His erection was straining against the rough fabric and as she released the button, he sucked harder on her flesh. Mac moved her hand between his boxers and pants, the zipper falling open as her fingers brushed his cock.
"Christ, Mac!" The sensation caused him to release her skin with a curse. He finally pulled the burgundy shirt over her head, Mac's bra following it to the floor as she pushed his shirt off. Harm pulled back to view her body, his eyes black with desire.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered when his eyes moved up to meet hers, their mouths moving back together, sweetly until she parted his lips with her tongue. His hand moved from her cheek down the long line of her body, urging her leg up over his hip as it curved under her six to her thigh. She ground her hips against his and with a growl, he pulled her other leg around his waist.
Harm carried her to the bedroom as she kissed up his neck to his earlobe; gently sucking it into her mouth. He groaned as he brought them down to the bed, his left arm holding his body above her as he reached for the button of her jeans. She pushed her upper body towards him, desperate to keep her lips on his as Harm began to pull off her pants. He slowly moved away from her mouth, eyes locked with hers until his lips touched her hip and he began a trail of light kisses along the line of her panties.
"Harm," she whispered, her lower body lifting off the bed.
His eyes flashed up to hers to find pure desire as he rid Mac of her final article of clothing. His fingers danced on her thighs, gradually moving toward her sex until his thumb brushed over her center, causing her to take in a sharp breath.
He moved a finger between her folds, "Oh, Mac," he gasped, finding her drenched at his touch. He continued moving his finger over her wet slit, eliciting a moan as he slid into her. She pushed her body into his as he brought his mouth down over her clit with a gentle kiss before delicately sucking on her swollen flesh. Finally, he brushed his tongue over the bundle of nerves inside.
"Fuck, Harm!" She couldn't help the scream that escaped as her body shuddered from his touch. She could feel him grin against her body and she moved to take control, but he used his free hand to hold her to the mattress, dipping his tongue back into her sex and adding a finger as he moved in and out of her.
Mac's breath turned heavy as electricity coursed through her. She pushed into him as her impending orgasm grew with every stroke, every lick. She moaned his name when she reached her peak and staccato cries followed as her body shook around him. Harm continued pleasuring her until she lay breathless below him.
He kissed her inner thighs before sliding up next to her, meeting her hooded eyes. Mac brought her hand up to his cheek, urging his mouth down to hers. It was his turn to moan as she tasted herself on his lips, sliding her tongue against his while she encouraged him to finish undressing.
Without warning, she pushed him to his back, straddling his waist and moving her hand between them, caressing his member as their mouths played. Her hand continued to move over him as she kissed her way down his chest.
She stopped to look up at him as she brought her tongue to his impressive length, his chest heaving as he tried to restrain himself. Mac licked the moisture dripping down his mushroom tip before swirling her tongue over him.
"Mac, I'm not going to be able to- " he tried to warn, but she cut him off by taking him into her mouth as deep as possible, "Oh God!" he groaned. She couldn't help but grin and he took the opportunity to pull her up, flipping them over to cover her body with his.
"I want to be inside of you," his lips moved against her ear, and she moved to help him settle between her legs. They locked eyes before he captured her lips, his free hand moving along her outer thigh.
She reached for him, drawing his rock-hard erection into her palm, guiding it to her entrance where he gently but firmly pushed into her, meeting resistance almost instantly.
He stopped when he heard a gasp. "Did I hurt you?" concern filled his eyes as he searched hers.
"No, no!" she stared back, moving her hand to his cheek. "It feels good, it's just… been awhile," she blushed.
Harm brought his lips down to hers in a slow, lingering kiss and soon she was moving her hips, urging him farther into her, pulling his body closer as she slid her hands down his chest to his waist. "Oh Mac," he moaned against her neck as he began to move with her.
Soon he was grinding into her, his pelvis stimulating her clit as she tightened her muscles around him, an orgasm stirring inside.
"Harm… Oh, God! … Harm!" The climax caught her by surprise and had her arching her body against his, desperate for him to plunder every last inch of her inner depths.
He slowed to give her time to recover, but she kept moving beneath him. "Don't stop," she breathed, bringing a leg over his hip, encouraging him to delve deeper and he obliged.
Harm's thrusts became more urgent as she met him stroke for stroke, kissing his neck and nibbling across his collarbone. He screamed her name as she bit into his shoulder.
Mac could feel him throbbing inside of her, "Let go, Harm," she breathed into his ear, "I'm right there with you."
He groaned as she lifted her other leg around his waist, and with a final push he tumbled over the edge, her name once again on his lips and his on hers as she followed, her body trembling around him.
Harm collapsed on top of her, both working to catch their breath. "Sorry," he apologized as he made to move.
"No," she said, as she held him against her, a hand grazing his back, "I want to stay here a little longer."
Harm awoke on his back to find Mac nestled against his side, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest. "How long was I out?"
"Twenty-two minutes," she responded, kissing the mark on his shoulder.
"How'd that get there?" he grinned at her.
She feigned innocence, "I have no idea, Commander, I guess I was just a little… hungry," Mac teased.
"Mmm, I think I'm a little hungry, too," he said, shifting their positions to nibble on her shoulder.
"No, really. Harm, I'm hungry." She turned serious as he began making his way down her chest. "We never got to eat our… umm… dinn…" she trailed off with a moan as his tongue circled her nipple and sucked it into his mouth.
They ate after their second round of lovemaking and fell asleep for the night after the third.
When the phone rang at 0730 Harm reached toward the noise with his eyes closed, his body blocking Mac's outstretched arm.
"Hello?" he answered, half asleep.
"Who the hell is this?" came an angry male voice on the other end of the line.
"Commander Ra-" he started, blinking as Mac took the receiver.
"Hello," she greeted the angry voice.
It was then that Harm awoke, realizing he was at Mac's apartment and that it was the Aussie on the line. He looked at Mac apologetically as while trying read her expression.
She gave him a quick grin as she simply listened to Mic yell for a moment. Harm stood and put on his boxers, squeezing the hand she offered before he left the room to give her privacy.
Mac emerged from the bedroom in her robe to find him standing in front of the coffee maker, staring straight ahead.
"Hey," she said softly as she raised a palm to his shoulder blade.
"Hey," he turned to her with a weak smile. "Is everything ok?"
"Yeah, actually," she smiled as she moved into his arms and leaned in for a kiss, "better than ok, Sailor."
He couldn't help the grin that spread across his face as he leaned in for another kiss, and then another, until she found herself sitting on the kitchen counter, his body flush against hers.