A/N: Another one shot while I struggle to finish Bikini Girl July!!! This one takes place when Mac goes to Harm's apartment and they bump heads under the table :)

Mac could feel it the moment he opened the door. There was a warmth about his apartment - about him, tonight. Not the cozy, hang around in your pajamas kind of warm; something more intimate.

Her brain told her heart not to go there, but it felt romantic. There were flowers on the table surrounded by tea candles, and the dinner he had prepared smelled incredible.

Their pact to "start at the beginning" five months earlier had lead them to this place - the semi romantic meals. Between working dinners, movie nights, and going for runs, they were constantly together outside of JAG.

Not to mention all the flirting. The grins he would shoot her way when nobody else was looking, the teasing... The way she would brush him when she walked by... Yes, they were in a very good place.

He took her uniform and sea bag while she removed her coat. Mac tried to distract herself by offering to help with the food, but he declined, motioning for her to take a seat while he dressed the salad.

She watched him head to the island, and before her mind could conjure images of him pouring massage oil on her naked body, she brought up the tribunal. It was what she was there for, after all, and Mac knew that if she dwelled on the date-like aspects of their meeting, it would only lead to disappointment.

Harm jumped into the topic, sharing research findings from that morning as he plated their food. They chatted about different angles to approach the case, taking turns speaking while the other ate.

"Excuse me, but, who made you first chair?" She smiled, interrupting a bite when he claimed it his responsibility to pass on a certain line of attack.

A Flyboy grin spread across Harm's face as he motioned to himself. "The Admiral mentioned my name first."

"So?" Her smile grew, and though dim, the light of the room brought attention to her lips. God, how he wanted to kiss those lips. To suck, and nibble, and taste the tangy dressing on them that she had pulled from her fork moments before.

He paused, conceding when he realized she was right. "Alright...Alright, we'll flip for it." Harm reached into his pocket for a quarter, prompting her to call it as he tossed it upwards.

"Heads," she said as it sailed into the air. They dropped to the floor, their heads colliding as they looked down.

He brought his hand to her shoulder with a groan. "Are you alright?" He studied her.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she responded, "but I'm second chair."

Every ounce of concern was wiped away by a grin. "Don't worry, I'll be gentle."

"Don't be gentle, be good," she smiled back, her expression twisting when she realized the double meaning of her words. Harm held his smile while Mac blushed at the innuendo, but as his hand slid from her shoulder to her cheek, both turned serious. His eyes left hers for a moment when her tongue darted out to moisten her lips, and he found himself drawn to them.

The kiss was tentative at first, but as soon as one would pull back, the other would follow, afraid to break contact. Harm tugged on her bottom lip and the sweetest of sounds escaped her throat before he released her. They stared at each other for a moment, Harm gazing down with half lidded eyes as her brown orbs studied him.

"Mac, I..." He whispered, his eyes closing when she slid a hand inside the collar of his shirt. It continued moving, her fingers threading between the short locks at the base of his neck.

She whispered, "You love me," as their eyes met, and he nodded slowly, holding her gaze. Soon she was pulling his mouth back to her own. It was confident this time, consuming, and telling of the desire bubbling beneath the surface.

She shuddered when he eased a hand under her breast. Heat was everywhere, intensifying when he pressed closer, urging her to the floor. As his lips moved down her throat, she inhaled his clean yet masculine scent; each breath fanning the flames burning inside of her.

When his hand moved over her breast, she moaned and pulled at his waist. Harm's leg moved between hers, pressing into the ground so as not to crush her, but Mac arched into him, wanting to feel his body on top of hers.

His eyes were intense, even in the dim lighting under the table, and as he held her gaze, she felt the weight of his hand trail down her stomach to the edge of her shirt. Harm's hair brushed her cheek as his head followed, dipping to tickle the hollow of her neck. His hand slid under her top to cup her breast and squeeze gently, causing Mac to drag her nails down his back and under his shirt, pulling it up to his shoulders to feel the taut muscle beneath.

Harm's head slammed into the table when he kneeled to remove the shirt. His hand went to the point of impact and he grimaced, holding back curses at the throbbing pain. Mac sat up quickly, but carefully, so as not to meet the same fate as her partner. Crouching next to him, she touched the back of his skull where a bump was forming. "Are you alright?"

Her nearness made the pain recede, and he barely got out, "I'm good," before his mouth was on hers, pressing harder until they tumbled awkwardly back to the floor.

She giggled, snorting in attempt to cover it up, and Harm's serious expression faded to laughter as he hovered over her.

"You know," she looked up at him, regaining control with a shy smile, "there's a perfectly good bed just up the stairs." Her hand moved to his cheek.

He grinned, "You want to-?"

"Yes," she smiled back, brushing her thumb over his lower lip. "And Harm..." her eyes moved to his, "I love you, too."

His grin turned into the fullest of smiles before their lips met in a series of chaste but tender kisses.

Careful of his head, Harm maneuvered to his feet and offered Mac his hand. He pulled her against him, taking in the feel of her soft curves molding to his hardened body. They continued to his bedroom where clothes feel away until they stood bared to one another. Unlike every other first time, there was no hesitation, no awkwardness as they touched skin to skin.

"Do you want me to wear protection?" He asked, his lips on her neck, fingers in her hair.

"I'm on birth control, and it's been a long time," she replied, and he drew back to meet her eyes.

"It's been a long time for me, too, but if you want-"

"I trust you," she ran her hands up his chest, "I want to feel you, all of you."

He held her gaze until their lips touched, and soon their tongues were playing. Harm urged her to the center of the bed. His cheek traced down her shoulder to the slope of her breast. She smelled of flowers and spices, and... Mac. Her body tensed and shivered against him, and he moved back to her mouth, letting his tongue take her softly, pressing her gently into the mattress.

He felt her hands trail down his back; her tongue on his neck. She nipped his skin, and he shuddered. Harm wanted to take her hard, to pound them into oblivion, but he couldn't do that to Mac, not their first time. Instead, he moved over her slowly, discovering her inch by inch; stomping out animal urges by reciting flight statistics in his head. Harm wanted to be slow and thorough, to map her body and commit her every shiver, every sigh to memory.

But then Mac pulsed against him, and desire slammed into him so hard he had to stop touching her. For seven years he had dreamt of thrusting into her, of driving her to the brink and making her scream in ecstasy... but he wanted this to be a reawakening, a loving, tender, first-last time, because he knew she was it. There would be no one else after he made love to Sarah Mackenzie.

She could see the lust in his eyes. The big, broad, sexy sailor wanted her, and that alone was driving her mad. But then he slowed down, causing her desire to slow as well. It wasn't that she didn't like foreplay. Wasn't every one of their intense interactions up until this point just that? Foreplay? Seven years of it - of thinking about him, stifling the urge to take him in his chair... on her desk... Or days when it got especially heated in court, she would imagine him thrusting into her as she leaned over the railing of the witness stand.

Without thinking, she ground against him, causing Harm to hesitate. Mac didn't want him to stop, so she tried to keep still. The things he was doing with his hands, his mouth, were wonderful... but she couldn't help but wonder why she was thinking so much. She didn't want time to think, she wanted action.

When she reached between their bodies to stroke him, Harm's hands clenched hard on her hips, and she braced herself for the kind of earth shattering sex she had been dreaming of... instead, he pulled away.

"Harm?"

"Shhh," he whispered, kissing her softly.

Mac didn't have a problem with soft or gentle. She had a problem with his timing. Hadn't this started because she told him she didn't want gentle? The slow, romantic stuff had to go. They could do slow later.

When his ministrations caused her to twist against him, he pulled back again, leaving her so frustrated she wanted to scream. Harm returned to her neck and she tried to focus on the sizzle he was creating there, but the rest of her body was past sizzle, it was burning. Mac felt his mouth on her breast and arched closer to him with anticipation, wanting to feel the pull of her nipple, the scraping of his teeth, but he was gentle there, too.

She moaned in frustration, opening her eyes to find Harm above her, looking distracted, thinking about something else so he wouldn't lose control.

"Mac?" he said, ceasing all movement.

"Harm." she said, rising to her elbows as he looked at her with concern, "it's not that I don't like what you're doing, I love what your doing..." she guided his hand between her thighs, and he groaned as his fingers slid over wet heat

"...But I've waited seven years for this." She was nose to nose with him, "I don't want gentle. I don't want slow. I want you. Deep inside of me. Fast and hard and-"

His mouth fused to hers with possession before he jerked her hips down, throwing her onto her back and moving into her so quickly she cried out.

Harm knew he was well-endowed. It was one of the reasons he strove to stay in control. He was terrified of hurting her, and froze... until she bit into his shoulder.

After that it was nothing but the hot bulk of his body driving into her. His mouth savaged hers, and he felt so wonderful inside of her that Mac almost wept. Harm's hand buried in her hair, his mouth tortured her breast, and his fingers marked her hips; holding her down while he ground into her.

Her body shuddered each time he moved, and with each shudder came a surge of electricity. The rhythm took over and everything else disappeared, leaving nothing but her and Harm.

He was lost in her, out of control with want. She arched harder into him, scraping at his shoulders because he felt so good, and he pressed tighter against her, impossibly deeper, until the need she felt for him twisted into a tight, hot spiral. Finally everything broke and she jerked, caught in an orgasm that left her writhing against him, his weight pinning her to the bed, mindless in his own climax.

"I didn't hurt you, did I?" Harm studied her face for signs of discomfort as they lay next to each other. Their breathing had returned to normal, their bodies momentarily sated as his hand rested on the curve of her waist.

"No... Well, a little, but..." Harm's expression fell while she considered her words, "I liked it." She moved so thier bodies were barely an inch apart. "Feeling how much you want me, seeing it in your eyes... it was..." she ran her hands up his chest, "better than good... it was incredible." The grin pulling at his lips was back, and he wrapped an arm around her, "I know you'd never purposely cause me pain, so... No, you didn't hurt me. Not in the way you think."

"Good," he took her hand, "Mac I've never lost control like that. I was trying to keep it in check, but..."

"But you don't have to with me." She gazed up at him. "I won't break."

"Just promise me you'll tell me if it's too much, if I'm too..." He trailed off.

"Rough?" She smiled, "Don't worry, sailor. I like it a little rough sometimes."

"Oh, yeah?" He smiled.

Mac's "Yeah," was lost in the kiss that followed, and smiling faces turned flushed when passion overtook them once more.

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