Another chapter! A little plot... lotta smut... again. Oops.
Mac blinked, turning away from the bright sunlight that peeked through the curtains. She had never been one to sleep in – until Harm. Their morning routines had reversed as he often got up first to make breakfast while she rested. Perhaps it was that she was more relaxed than ever before ….or exhausted from all the sex.
"Bacon?" she said, pleasantly surprised as she moved to the side of the island where Harm was cooking.
"Yeah, Frank must have asked them to stock groceries for the weekend. Remind me I owe him a huge thank you."
She reached her arm around his back as he moved eggs around in a pan. Instead of circling his waist, she carefully plucked a slice of meat cooling on a plate next to the frying pan. Mac began chewing on the end as she moved to his side.
Harm gave her a disapproving look out of the corner of his eye as he plated their breakfast. She just grinned, grabbing the plates to bring them to the dining table where he had already set drinks and utensils.
Her expression grew into a full-blown smile as she sat, grabbing her fork.
"What?" He asked, grinning back.
"Nothing," she shook her head, "It's just… I like this. Us. Eating breakfast together. The domesticity is… nice."
It was his turn to smile, "I like it, too." He glanced at his plate, suddenly feeling a little nervous, "You know, we could be more domestic when we get back to DC…" Her eyebrow was cocked in curiosity when he met and held her gaze, "You could move in with me."
Mac's heart began racing, and she looked away. Was she excited at the idea? Terrified? She had to fight the instinct to run. "Harm, I think there are a few steps we need to take before we get there."
He nodded in agreement, "Like telling our friends about our relationship?" He had been gently urging her to let their JAG family in on their secret for a few weeks.
In the beginning it had made sense to keep things quiet – they had gotten together days after Harm's breakup with Rene, and technically Mac hadn't ended things with Mic until the morning after. Rumors were going to fly at her bare ring finger, and they didn't need to add fuel to the fire.
But they were going on three months, and he knew she was equally frustrated that they couldn't act on their instincts to share knowing smiles or touch one another in public or at work.
She sighed in resignation, but she wasn't ready to go there yet. "Or… like telling your mom and Frank?"
"Ok," he gave another brief nod. "I tell my mom and Frank, and then we tell Chegwidden." At her audible gasp he continued, "Mac we're going to have to tell him before anyone else. It's best if he hears it from us."
Her eyes slowly moved up to meet his, "Alright," she swallowed, "After you tell your mom and Frank, we'll make a plan to tell the Admiral." Her heart was still thumping in her chest. She tried to calm it by reminding herself that they still had time. Harm hadn't been able to get in touch with his parents in months, it could be weeks before they were at that point.
"Thank you," he said, briefly squeezing her hand before he took a swig of coffee. "So, what would you like to do today?" His eyes were brighter, bluer than the green that seemed to take over during more serious conversations.
Mac's mood immediately lifted as she replied, "Beach."
He smiled, "I thought you wanted to go places, be seen together," he couldn't pass up an opportunity to tease her.
"Silly me, I thought lots of people went to the beach in the summer," she replied sarcastically.
"Oh, you want walk to the public beach!" He continued the farce, his voice turning dark, "You don't want spend the day on our very secluded, very private, beach out back."
She groaned inwardly at the way he could arouse her by simply deepening his voice. It was especially frustrating when he was being an ass. But two could play that game. She stood up, casually grabbing their dirty plates, "Oh, great! Then I don't even have to wear a swimsuit. No tan lines."
Harm continued smiling like her comment didn't faze him, but his eyes told a different story. She saw how they darkened with desire, projecting the dirty thoughts running through his mind.
Of course, he liked when she was naked… but he had been dreaming of peeling those tiny little bikinis off her for years… Rubbing sunscreen around and underneath the straps, along the exposed edges of her breasts and untying the ends…
"Harm? Why don't you run up and shower while I clean up down here?" She reached for the empty glasses on the table as he stood, grasping her waist.
"Why don't you come with me?" He enticed, spreading kisses along her neck.
She leaned back to catch his eyes, "Because if I come with you, we'll end up spending the whole day in bed, and I would rather spend the day on our very secluded, very private, beach."
Forty-five minutes later Mac was walking down the wood planks that lead to the beach, towels in hand. She found Harm laying on a daybed made of teak wood with curtains pulled back at each corner, and ivory fabric at the top that provided shade from the hot sun.
"Hey," He grinned. Despite Harm's aviator sunglasses, Mac could feel his eyes take in every inch of bronze flesh, covered or not, by her olive bikini. "New swimsuit?"
"Yeah," she replied as she leaned over to pick up a tube of sunscreen from a side table and began rubbing the lotion over her shoulders, "They let me keep it after the photoshoot." Her voice trailed off a little, unsure of how he would react to the topic.
Harm sat up and reached for her, running his thumb across the skin above the bottoms, stopping at the tie on her left hip. "You gonna help me put on some sunscreen?" she said as she raised an eyebrow.
"Definitely," he said, pretending to smooth lotion under the edges of her suit, occasionally toying with the ties.
His hand wrapped around her hip, pulling her against the lounger as his lips moved over her abdomen. She gasped when his teeth pulled at the thick straps tied on her right, looking up at her with a sexy smile as it gave way and the fabric fell.
Harm began kissing the newly exposed skin, stopping to slide his tongue over the gaillardia tattoo at her hip, and the crease at her thigh. Mac's breathing was heavy as she slid her fingers through his hair, sighing in relief when he pulled at the other side of the bikini, again with his teeth, causing the garment to fall to the ground.
His lips took the same path over her left hip, licking again at her thigh before making his way to her center. She could feel the heat of his mouth as it hovered over her slit, the ocean breeze only heightening the sensation. He licked and gently sucked his way around her outer lips, and she found her hips thrusting forward, begging him to slide his tongue over her folds.
Harm wrapped his arms around the outside of Mac's thighs, encouraging her knees to the cushion of the lounger. When she made to straddle his waist, he shook his head, sliding his body down so her sex hovered over his mouth. He breathed in the intoxicating scent of her need as he ran his fingers up from her knees.
She moaned as his thumb grazed her slit, a strangled, "Haaarrrm!" escaping when he sank a digit into her wet depths. She reached for something to hold onto, but there was nothing to grab, and when he finally ran the tip of his tongue from her center to her clit, she gasped and fell forward, catching herself with outstretched arms.
Mac could feel his lips turn up as he continued the sensual assault, and she couldn't help but gently grind into him in reply. She had never been so open, so forward with a lover before. None of the previous men in her life had made her feel so desired, sexy, and safe, that her insecurities practically disappeared.
She moaned as his tongue massaged her crease with more pressure, pulling away when her legs began to tremble around him. A whine escaped in disappointment until he reached up to gently suck on her sensitive bud as his finger continued to move. Mac could feel the heat pooling at her core, her body aching for him to go deeper.
Harm sensed her increasing need, slowly sliding lower as she tilted her hips, opening herself to him. She could think of nothing but the pure ecstasy coursing between her legs as she grasped at the top of the bed. "Come for me, Mac," he whispered before his mouth moved back over her. His free hand slid up the back of her thigh. She moaned, pushing into him as he added a finger, urging him deeper as his tongue caressed her folds.
Mac came hard, her arms and legs shaking as his tongue swirled in time with the waves of her orgasm, drawing it out until she was so sensitive she had to ask him to stop.
She sighed in contentment, her limbs weak as she moved to lay on her side. Harm grinned, kissing his way up her stomach while his fingers caressed to the edge of her top. The thick band of the bikini was still tied at her back, the top pulled tightly around Mac's neck to hold up her generous breasts.
Harm continued working his way up her body, his nose nuzzling a trail between her breasts, his mouth sucking and nibbling to her neck.
"Is this what you had in mind when I told you about the private beach?"
"Mmmmm," she hummed, smiling as she opened her eyes, "Not exactly."
His eyebrows raised in curiosity as she stood and held her hand out. Mac led him to the edge of the water, pulling him flush against her as the waves nipped at their feet. His arms wrapped around her slender waist, his lips descending to hers in a sensual kiss.
A finger trailed down the ripples of his abs to the tie of his swim trunks. He leaned into her hands in hopes she would free his straining member, and she grinned, biting her lip as the shorts fell to the sand with a tug. Their mouths fused and before he knew it, Harm was being pushed to the ground.
Mac straddled his waist, wrapping a hand around him as she settled. She slid against him, forcing a groan from his throat and a buck from his hips. Finally, he was at her entrance, and she lowered over him; her body stretching to accommodate his girth.
The spray from the tide provided temporary relief from the heat of the morning sun, and she moved in rhythm with the water, enveloping him completely as the waves rushed around their legs.
He sat up to untie the knot at her back, immediately pulling the bikini top over her head to toss it aside, not bothering to check where it landed. Harm's lips covered a nipple, sucking it into his mouth after teasing with his tongue.
It was blazingly hot, but the added wet heat of his mouth had Mac arching into him, her hands holding his head against her breast.
"You trying to give me a hickey?" She laughed when he began sucking at a spot above her nipple.
"Maybe," he grinned up at her, holding her gaze as his tongue moved over her other stiff peak.
Mac slid her hands from around his shoulders to his chest, pushing him roughly to the sand as she began to swirl her body around him.
Harm's hands slid from her knees to rest on her hips, guiding her movements. The vision of her naked body moving over him, glistening with sweat in the hot sun, was one of his favorite fantasies. His eyes were heavy lidded, his breathing labored, and he was dangerously close to the edge.
She leaned back as her muscles clenched around him and his name escaped her lips in the form of a guttural moan. Her body continued to pump against his until she heard a groan of, "Oh, fuck, Mac!" and felt the liquid warmth from his member.
She lay over him as their heart rates slowed, listening to the waves at their feet.
Finally, she broke the silence, "do you have any of your own private beach ideas?"
Her answer came in the form of a full-watt smile as he pulled her up with him. Mac let out a yelp as Harm wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted, carrying her into the water.