A/N: As some of you may know (ha!) I recently attended the Taylor Swift concert in Kansas City—the day she released her new Speak Now Taylor's version album! Her from the vault tracks are excellent and I think I have a story idea for each one of them. Regarding the rest of the album, I'm not as familiar with that album (nor her first album) as I am with her others, though I do have the original versions. I have had fun exploring those songs again and I have a few ideas for those flitting around in my head too. As I have too many ideas from that one album to make them all Swiftlets, I'll put them in their own "story." It won't be like my Red stories—these won't be in album order nor as short as the little blurbs in Red typically speaking. They won't all be rated M, but this first one is. My ideas for this one went from pure smut to Mac POV smut to Harm POV smut to this—not my original idea but I think I like it. Enjoy! (I hope.)
The Speak Now Chronicles
One: I Can See You
She brushes past me in the hallway and she doesn't think I can see it…but I can. I can see that look in her eyes.
It's the look of someone that wants me. Oh yes…she wants me. I've been watching her for ages, and I've been trying to hide it…but now it's clear I don't have to.
I don't know why she's not wearing her uniform right now, but that black dress hugs her curves just like one of those blue towels in my bathroom would, and since no one around us seems to think it's weird that she's wearing an evening gown, I'll just enjoy the view. She eventually looks at me over her shoulder and that 'come hither look' is enough to make me very glad I'm wearing the blues. The jacket is just long enough to cover…that.
Oh my, now she's waiting for me. She's stopped at the end of the hall, and I can see myself taking her up against that wall. She'll wrap those mile-long legs around my waist and then dig her heels into my back as I pound into her.
Clearly, though, we can't do that, but I can touch her. I can slip her a note to tell her to meet me tonight, and then…oh then…
Oh, jeez, she's dressed in white now. How does she manage to look so sexy in such opposite colors? And how does she change her clothes so fast? Oooooh, she looks like she's ignoring me…
She wouldn't if she could see what's inside my head…if she could see half the things that haven't happened yet…
"Harm."
"Hmmmm…"
"Harm."
"Oh, yeah, baby…"
"Harm!"
"You like that don't you. You like it when I—"
"Harm!"
"What?!"
"You're doing it again."
"Doing what?"
"Having that dream."
"Then why did you wake me up?!" Harm asks irritably. He likes that dream. I mean, really likes it. Honestly, I do too, because whenever he has it, it leads to some really, really great sex, but we can't do that, because we're here at JAG Headquarters for a small reception. I'm not going to crawl on top of him and have my way with him in our Lexus, no matter how tempting that thought is. Our windows may be tinted, but they're not that tinted. I pull the key out of the ignition and turn to him. "Because, my love, we're at JAG, and despite what you think, your blues can only hide so much and the invite said plus one, not plus two."
"Plus two?"
"You…and little Harm."
"Oh…Little Harm…Little Harm…" It takes a moment, but understanding finally dawns on him. "Hey!"
I can't help but giggle and I hear a little "humph" next to me.
"Oh, Harm…" I can't help but giggle again as we exit our vehicle. I usually let him drive because I know it makes him feel manly, but this time he easily gave me the keys. He was in Naples for a conference and only got back this morning. Early this morning. I felt him crawl into bed with me at 0300, and then he had to be up to be back at the Pentagon at nine, since it's Friday. He's tired and apparently a bit grumpy if the mumbling behind me is any indication.
"It's not little."
I reach behind me for his hand. "No, it's not. It's massive. Huge. In fact, whenever you use it, it's hard to walk afterwards."
"Mac!"
I laugh while he tries not to. Finally, he stops us and lets loose with a guffaw, and when we're both in a place where we can be dignified officers again, I bump him with my shoulder.
"Now, give me your arm and escort me in like a gentleman."
"Of course, M'lady."
The reception is winding down when a young private comes up to me and tells me I have a telephone call. I step away from Harm to take it, and when I return, it's with a scowl.
"What's wrong, sweetheart?" my loving husband asks. I fill him in, and after saying our goodbyes to our fellow reception attendees, we head up to my office on the third floor. Being a judge now has a few perks. One is a bigger office that comes with a couch. I direct Harm to lie down on it and before I even make it to my desk, he's asleep.
It takes me a good forty-five minutes to finish the annoying task sparked by that phone call and then I spend another six minutes just studying my husband. He's so sexy, from his wonky right ear to those chiseled abs hiding underneath his uniform, to the cute six he's currently lying on. His smile is enough to make me want to throw him up against the wall and scream like a banshee while I have my way with him. With him and little Harm…and he's right…little Harm is not so little. He's quite large in fact…huge…massive…I have to get on that…
"Harm," I whisper as I sit on the edge of the couch next to him. "Time to wake up."
Yes, time to wake up…
I know I'm thinking naughty, but what would he do if I went to touch him now? My hand slips under his jacket. And then, what if I touched him just like this? My finger travels over the bulge in his pants. I massage it and as I do, I can feel it grow against me. Harm stirs and groans in his sleep.
"Harm," I whisper again, giving his member a squeeze. "Wake up." Because I want you to ravish me. Now.
"Maac," he moans as his eyes flutter open. "What are you doing?" He's obvious still groggy.
"Trying to wake you up."
He grins, now fully alert and sits up. "Well, you're definitely doing that."
"Am I?"
"Oh, yeah…say, when does the custodial staff come through?"
I think for a moment. "I'd say we have about thirteen minutes."
"So, you wanna…
"Yes…but we'd better move fast and keep quiet."
With that, we're off the couch and he's frantically throwing his jacket to the floor, and god, I want him even more. The next thing I know, his pants are around his ankles, my dress is hiked up above my hips, and my legs are wrapped around him. I know he loves it when I dig my stiletto heels into the small of his back, so I do just that, while he supports my bottom with just one muscular arm. The other he uses to slide his hand in between us and push the crotch of my panties aside. He slams himself home, knowing we don't have time for foreplay and ease, and then he's thrusting in and out of me in a fevered rush. He's long and thick and I can feel him touching the entrance to my womb. I want to scream but I can't, so instead I bury my head in his shoulder, biting down on him when it becomes almost too hard to hold it all in.
"I'm so close," I whisper to him after an all too short amount of time, and though it should be impossible, he thrusts even harder and faster. I can't stop the little whimpers that escape, the only sounds I will let myself release. The pressure builds and builds, until my whole world explodes with an exquisite orgasm. Honestly, all my orgasms with Harm have been exquisite. And multiple. And frequent.
Harm follows me into the abyss one thrust later, and I swear I can feel his seed spill into me as he continues to hold me against him.
"Oh, baby," he breathes while I shudder around him. Sweat slickens our bodies and I know we should have kept it professional tonight, but I like this much better.
Once we're put back to rights, I calmly return to my desk and turn off my lamp. Harm is shrugging back into his jacket, and once he has it buttoned up, we're ready to go. As he has done for years, Harm rests his hand on the small of my back to gently guide me from the room. What is new, or at least newer, is that he'll now let that hand drift down to my six.
No one is in the hallway when we leave my office, so he does do just that. He starts to massage it gently too while we wait for the elevator, and I'm thinking that neither of us will get much sleep tonight. I'm okay with that.
The elevator stops at the second floor and we're both surprised there are still people at the reception. An admiral and his date, his elderly mother (grandmother?) step on. She eyes us and raises one grey eyebrow, and I think I see judgement in her faded blue eyes. No, I know it's judgement when Harm's signature flyboy grin fails to charm her. I stand there wondering why her son (grandson?) kept her out so late, while my loving, immature, husband grabs my six again. He gives it a squeeze and then just leaves his hand there with a stupid choirboy grin on his face. Please. No one would believe he's not guilty of something. The old lady clearly doesn't believe it, because as she steps back to accommodate others stepping onto the elevator, she glances down, scowls, then slaps Harm's hand away from my ass.
"I can see you!" she says, and I have to hold back a snort of laughter when Harm's eyes bug out the way they did the night I threatened to feed some pubescent submariners to the crabs.
It's a long ride to the first floor and then it seems to take forever for everyone to exit the elevator. Our elderly companion is moving even slower than her great age would warrant and I prepare to watch Harm endure more scolding. I'm looking forward to it actually, but instead, the woman pulls me aside and gives me a stern glance. "You watch yourself with that one," she advises in a voice loud enough for Harm to hear. "He's the kind of man who will want it anytime, anywhere, to hell with anyone else!"
"Grandma!" Well, that answers that question.
"Just like my husband!"
"Grandma!"
"He was lovely."
Harm and I stare wide-eyed at the now dreamy-faced woman before us while her admiral grandson tries to drag her away, falling over himself to apologize.
"Enjoy your evening!" she calls out and then lets her grandson lead her away. Through our giggles we can hear bits of their conversation.
"What? Your grandfather was lovely! So handsome."
"Well, where the hell do you think you came from? I thought schools were teaching sex ed now!"
"I don't care if you did graduate high school in 1965 and they didn't teach that in health class. You grew up on a farm!"
Their voices fade away and for a moment Harm and I just stand there smiling after them.
"Well," he finally says. "The parking lot will be pretty empty by now and it's dark, so you wanna…"
"No!"
"But—"
"Security cameras."
"Oh. Well, how about by Rock Creek Park?"
"No, Harm! What's gotten into you?"
"Well, you heard her. I'm the kinda guy who wants it anytime, anywhere."
"We're not doing it in public, Harm."
"How 'bout our driveway?"
"Garage. Final offer."
"Door open?"
"Fine. Sex in the Lexus. In our garage. With the door open."
"Deal."
"And if our nosy neighbor starts banging on our window with a stick screeching 'I can see you!' you'll take care of her, right?"
"Right."
"Then let's go."
If anyone wants to know…
Yes, we did have sex in the Lexus.
In the garage.
With the door open.
Harm threw his back out.
Our nosy neighbor and her husband had to help me get him out of the car.
And then she and her husband went back to their regular Saturday night orgy.
Just kidding.
Their orgies are on Fridays.
We'll be moving soon.
Our coming baby doesn't need to know the difference between a baby swing and a sex swing before she's two.
End One
