A/N: Another Swiftlet. I like these because they are relatively quick to write. When I first started writing JAG fan fiction, it seemed I could turn out a chapter in a single afternoon. Now it seems to take me days. I think I have a lot of more distractions now, and of course, I have my day job. Anyway, here's a quickie.

Swiftlets

Swiftlet 3: Dress

Reputation

I can feel him watching me, his heated gaze paradoxically causing me to shiver, as I move about the room. His eyes have been following from the moment he arrived, ever since he looked me up and down with an admiring glance. My dress is new, a deep blue the color of midnight, and it falls nearly to the floor. It clings to me in all the right places, though it is anything but immodest. I knew as soon as I saw it it was meant to be mine, as sure as I knew it would certainly arouse him. I was not disappointed, for when he had taken it all in, he'd looked at me with such an expression of desire. His pupils dilated to the point his eyes were as midnight blue as my dress, and I felt a growing wetness at my core.

We're a pair, and yet we're not.

He and I each arrived here alone, and it was the Admiral who acted as my escort into the room. He appeared minutes after that, his gaze immediately searching me out, and I knew the instant his eyes landed on me. I turned around, and before I knew it, he was by my side. He made small talk with the admiral and our colleagues and then finally turned to me.

"Good evening, Colonel. You look lovely tonight."

"Thank you," I replied, and he gave me a knowing grin. "May I say you look quite handsome yourself, Commander?"

"You may."

Our friends around us chuckled, and he and I laughed with them. He did look good, good enough to eat, and I wondered what act of fate had kept us apart for so long.

Now, I'm enduring a dance with Mic Brumby, our Australian exchange officer. He's really not so bad; I've even forgiven him for trying to pin a murder on me, but he's not the one I want. Mic has finally figured that out, but the problem at this moment is that he is a terrible dancer, a truly awful one. He's stepped on my toes at least three times and forgets he's supposed to be leading. Thank goodness he knows full well he's horrible, so we can at least laugh about it. Unfortunately, I think one of my toes actually is bleeding.

The music finally stops, and Mic gives me a little bow as he thanks me for putting up with him. He goes off to get something to drink, and I wander into the lobby outside the ballroom.

"Hey, Mac."

It's him, and the sound of my name on his lips makes everything just stop right there. We're suddenly in our own little bubble as he steps out from behind a pillar.

"Hey, yourself."

"Having fun? I saw you dancing with Bugme, er, Brumby." He wiggles his eyebrows at me, and I giggle.

"Absolutely not, Harm. I think my toe is bleeding." His eyes turn sympathetic.

"Sorry, luv."

I smack his shoulder. "What did I say about calling me that?"

"It's what your favorite dancing partner says. I kinda like it." He's trying not to grin.

"Then that would be the only thing you like about him," I snort.

"Well…"

"You know I'm right. Of course, you are cute when you're jealous."

"I am not jealous!" he says indignantly as I smirk.

"Yes, you are!" He shakes his head, and I decide to goad him a little more. "What if I said I wanted another dance with him, bleeding toe be damned?"

Don't you dare!"

"Oh, Harm," I chuckle. "You could dance with me, you know." Harm looks thoughtful for a moment.

"I could…but I'd rather do this." Harm grabs my arm and drags me into a small side room off the lobby. His lips descend on mine, and we kiss desperately, his big, rough hands moving over my exposed back. His mouth eventually moves to my neck to feast on my skin, his tongue circling the hollow of my throat, while I weave my fingers through the soft, short strands of his hair. I pull his face back to mine, wanting nothing more than to let our tongues duel and caress, because Harm is an amazing kisser. Of course, that's not all he can do with his lips and tongue. My core clenches with arousal at the thought of it, clenching even more when I feel his growing hardness against me. This is what we've been craving all evening.

We haven't told anybody about us yet, and for now, we'd like to keep it that way, It is with this in mind I pull back, whimpering as he groans in frustration. He pulls me into to his arms and I rest my head on his shoulder, his heavy breathing mimicking my own. He'll never know how hard it is to hold myself back when I feel his erection still nudging my belly. My hands are shaking with the effort to keep myself from reaching in between us and stroking his member through his trousers.

"Just do it," he whispers, and I shake my head with a little laugh that ends in a near sob. I guess he does know what a fight it is to keep my trembling hands to myself.

"We can't," I say as I pull back and reach up to cup his cheek.

"I know, baby, but it's so hard."

That does cause me to laugh and after moment he realizes what he just said. He lets out a guffaw, for his member has yet to calm down. He's going to be in here awhile, no doubt.

"If we're not careful, Macky, we're going to get caught."

"Now, what did I say about calling me that?"

"Don't?" he says with a devilish grin, which tells me he's going to be calling me that forever.

"Yeah, don't." I roll my eyes.

"How 'bout Sarah?" he asks, his voice now like molten gold over gravel.

"Well, it is my name," I breathily whisper back.

"It is…but I like Mac better. It's the name of my best friend." He starts backing me up toward the wall. "It's the name you gave when we met." He twines fingers through mine and raises them above my head. "It's the name I say when you make me come." He starts kissing my neck again, and I'm about to throw caution to the wind and let him ravish me right here, up against the wall just as he did the first time we made love.

I tingle from head to toe whenever I think about that moment. He'd shown up at my door late at night, after he'd gone out with Rene, and I'd gone out with Mic. We ended up at the same restaurant, and it was terribly awkward. At the time, I tried not to think about why it felt so awkward.

Harm didn't come in right away when I opened my door. He just stared at me, his eyes darker than I'd ever seen them. "Harm?" I questioned, and in a rough, soft voice, he told me I was his best friend. I told him that yes, I was, and that he was mine. Then he said the words that changed our relationship forever.

"I don't want you like a best friend does."

And then he was in my arms, his lips on mine, and when we came up for air, he lifted me up and turned me around so my back was against the wall. I wrapped my legs around his waist and we kissed again and again, until a strangled plea from both of us ended that foreplay and we made love against my living room wall. It was more than everything I'd been waiting for, the reality of being loved by Harm so much more incredible than any of my best fantasies. We eventually moved to my bed, where he loved me long and slow, our eyes never leaving each other's. It took a few more weeks for us to say the actual I love yous, but we knew what this was from the beginning. I know it was the first time either of us said those words and meant it. Now, we're only apart when one of us is sent out on an investigation, and we've been discussing moving in with each other.

I know that means we're going to have to tell the admiral soon, and then everyone else. Part of me looks forward to that day, to finally be able to show affection in public, but the other part is content to stay like this. It feels good to just focus on each other right now.

We kiss and tease each other for a few more all to short minutes, and then I have to tell him I should get back to the party. He groans in disappointment. His arousal is still quite evident, and his mess dress uniform does nothing to hide it.

"You know I have to go, sailor," I say when he tries to hold me back.

"I know, my love." My cheeks pinken at his endearment.

"Now that, you can call me, Harm." I caress his cheek as we both grin at each other.

Finally, I manage to move out of his arms and head toward the door, but he calls to me as I place my hand on the doorknob.

"Mac? Have I told you look beautiful tonight? And that dress is amazing. I haven't seen it before."

"No, you told me I looked lovely, sweetheart, but thank you, and yes, the dress is new."

"Well, I love it. It's gorgeous."

"Thank you." I say again as I start to open the door. Before I open too far, however, I look back at him over my shoulder.

"You should know, Harm, I only bought this dress so you could take it off." With a wink, I leave him to collect himself.

I don't see him again until he shows up at my door later that night, and then he does, indeed, take off my dress.

End