A/N: This tale is based on Paula Cole's rather "heated" song about being…aroused. Listen to it! Enjoy. And yes, this whole thing is pretty much sex. Just sex.

I haven't forgotten about Gone—a little stuck and I've been too busy at work to put the thought into the next chapter that it deserves. These one shots are a lot simpler for the most part, so here we are…I do have a vacation coming up in a couple of weeks, so that will help!

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Track 2: Feelin' Love Paula Cole

All Wet

I sink into the silky bubbles of my bath, relishing the feel of the water as it brushes over my sex. I then slide down until my nipples dip just below the surface, and the sensations it creates it me make me shudder with want.

Yes, I want.

I need.

I give a low moan as my hand comes up to cup one heavy breast, pinching and rolling it's nipple until it stands in a hardened peak, imagining it's his hands, his lips on me, cursing arrogant navy pilots who think that the rules of engagement don't apply to them. Cursing skippers who insist on having the best man at JAG for the job of investigating said arrogant pilot. Cursing a CO who seems to possess certain knowledge about a certain new relationship despite all efforts to keep it secret…

There's no doubt in my mind that AJ Chegwidden knows about Harm and me. Don't ask me how; neither Harm nor I have told him anything. I don't know, maybe he sees a certain look in our eyes when we we speak to or about one another. Maybe he sees the hunger in our gaze as we stare across the bullpen at each other. Maybe he's picked up on the sexual tension that's only increased since Harm and I first became intimate.

Regardless of how he knows, his words and actions, genius in their subtlety, tell me Harm and I won't be sent out on investigations together anymore. Harm realizes this too; in the brief moments we had together before he and Bud needed to catch their flight, we discussed it, before we risked getting caught passionately kissing each other goodbye in the back of the law library.

It's not like we would have engaged in anything inappropriate on the carrier; it's just that this is our first separation since we got together on Christmas Eve. We haven't spent a night apart since Harm asked me to stay with him a while after the Christmas Eve service. He was still shaken about his near miss as he flew with Admiral Boone earlier that evening and, though I know it was terribly difficult for him to admit, he didn't want to be alone. After some comforting hot chocolate, we lay facing each other in his bed, and for once, we talked. I told him how worried I'd been about him when he was late to the Roberts' dinner, and he told me he'd been terrified he'd hit the C-130 they'd been trying to help. That morphed into an honest discussion about the night of my rehearsal dinner, when he'd gone down in the icy Atlantic. There were tears from both of us when we'd each described the feelings of that night, and more tears when we spoke about all the missteps in our relationship. We finally fell asleep in each other's arms, and when the sun came up on Christmas Day, we awoke and reached for each other again, this time consummating that "thing" that had been between us ever since we met in the Rose Garden. We made love sweetly, passionately, declaring our love for each other first with our actions and then with our words, and we've been inseparable ever since. We alternate where we stay, each of us keeping a spare uniform and toiletries at each other's apartment, and neither of us have ever been happier.

Or as…satisfied.

I once accused Harm of being a prude…let me just say right now…nothing could be further from the truth. No, he's not into anything freaky, but, Oh. My. God…

The man likes sex.

He likes sex a lot.

And he tells me he's never loved sex with anyone as much as he loves it with me, and he's proven to be quite…adventurous in bed. And what that man can do with his hands, his lips, his tongue…just the thought of it makes me feel like I have a river running between my thighs.

I've been without his touch for three days now, and I've reached the point where I have to do something to ease the aching want in my core.

So that brings me here, soaking in a warm bubble bath, a bottle of his aftershave sitting on the edge of the tub so I can inhale it every so often—anything to keep my flyboy close to me.

I'm kneading both breasts now and I gasp as I pinch my nipples. I'm not gentle; I want to imagine it's Harm suckling from me when he's in a fever of desire. Sex between us runs the gamut between sweet love-making to rough, passionate…uh…I don't want to say the word but it starts with an 'F' and picturing our last session as such causes a whimpering groan to escape from my mouth as I wiggle my bottom, desperately needing relief.

Finally, I can't wait anymore. I slip one hand beneath the water and trail it down my belly until it reaches my dark curls, and then I move it lower until one fingertip circles my bud. My pelvis lurches at the electric jolt that shoots through my core and I cry out before I feverishly begin alternating between stroking my clitoris and sliding my fingers inside me. As good as it feels, I know it is but a poor substitute for Harm's thick member. Harm is big, bigger than anyone I've ever been with before, and the sensation of his cock filling me is a spectacular combination of pleasure and pain and oh god, I need him.

I want him.

I'm moaning more now as I let my body rock against my hand, crying out Harm's name, nearly sobbing in my intense desire. I'm dripping wet, and it has nothing to do with the bath.

I'm close now, so close…I feel myself building toward my climax…and then…then…

My cellphone rings.

I shout a most unladylike like curse as I rip my hand away from my center. I'm still on fire but I dutifully answer the call, hoping whoever is on the line won't be able to tell what I've been doing.

"MacKenzie," I snap, not bothering to check the caller ID.

"Hey, Marine. Am I interrupting anything?" Harm's voice has a knowing tinge to it, and as odd as it sounds, just like he always knows where I'm at, he always seems to know when I'm aroused.

"Not really," I say unconvincingly. My breath still comes in quickened gasps, and I rather want to smack Harm when I hear his rumbling laugh.

"I see," he says, obviously amused, but then his voice gets deeper and rougher.

"Where are you, Mac?" he asks, though I know he knows I'm at my apartment.

"In the bath," I answer breathily.

"Were you touching yourself?"

"Uh-huh," I mumble as my hand drifts downward again.

"Are you still wet?"

"Y-yes," I answer in a shuddering gasp as my finger strokes over my bud.

"Did you come?" he asks, his voice like melted chocolate over gravel.

"Not yet."

"How close were you?"

"Um…r-really c-close." I think he's about to start a round of phone sex, which we've yet to indulge in, so I slow my hand.

I hear a groan over the phone and I have to grin. At least we can torture each other this way, even if all I want is for him to plunge deep inside me and take me as roughly as he ever has.

"Do you want to come? Do you want me to make you come?"

He has to ask? "I do, Harm. I need to come. I'm dying here."

"Well, we can't have that…are you still touching yourself, Sarah?"

The sound of my rarely spoken given name on his lips makes me quiver. Oh, god, why isn't he here with me?!

"I am, Harm. I'm imagining it's you."

"You are? What am I doing?"

"Y-you're inside me. You're filling me. You're so big, Harm. So hard."

"You make me hard, Sarah. What are my hands doing?"

"Touching me. Touching my clit. Touching my breasts. You're pinching my nipples and it makes me scream a little."

"And my mouth?"

Oh, he's too good at this. "It's kissing me. You're sliding your tongue inside my mouth and it feels so good, Harm. And then you take my nipple in your mouth. You're licking, sucking, and finally you're biting me a little."

"I bite?"

"Of course, you do. And I like it. I like having your mouth on me, your hands on me, and oh my god, Harm, I have to come!" I'm getting closer again and I could cry from needing it so much.

"No!"

Harm's shout startles me into moving my hand from my center once again. "No?" I ask, irritated that I've been denied my release twice now.

"No, Mac…I want to be the one who makes you come. I want to be there."

"Harm…" He can't possibly expect me to wait until he gets back from the carrier! "I just can't— "

"Yes, you can, Mac. I'm here. Right outside your door."

What?

"But you're going to have to let me in," he continues. "I left your key at my apartment."

That's all it takes for me to toss my phone aside and lift myself out of the water. I don't bother to dry myself off; I just throw on the nearest t-shirt. It's white and one of Harm's, so it ends just below my six. Decent enough to wear while answering the door…or it would have been if the moisture on my body hadn't soaked through the thin fabric, plastering it to my skin, leaving nothing to the imagination when it comes to my breasts. I can see the outline of my areolae as well as my erect nipples, and I know it will drive Harm wild.

I quickly pad across my living room and throw open the door, and there he is…my very own flyboy. "Harm!" I shout and throw myself at him. He drops his bag and catches me, my arms and legs going around him while his hands go around to support my bare six. His lips are on mine in an instant and then his tongue is sweeping into my mouth. We kiss deeply and when we finally pull apart for air, I'm embarrassed to feel tears dripping down my cheeks. Harm sets me down and his big hands cup my face, his thumbs brushing the tears away.

"Hey, hey, Mac. Don't cry, sweetheart, don't cry." He pulls me close and I cry against his chest while he presses kisses to my hair. "I'm here, baby. It's alright."

Finally, I pull myself together and lift my head. Harm is looking down at me, concern etched on his face. "Mac, sweetheart, what's wrong?"

I give Harm a watery smile. "Absolutely nothing, Harm. I just missed you." I stand on my tip toes and capture his lips in another kiss, and it doesn't take him long to respond. Our tongues duel again and soon I feel the evidence of his desire pressed against my stomach. My eyes find his as I grind a little into him.

"God, Mac, I missed you too," he groans.

"I can tell, flyboy." I let my hand snake in between us and press it against his erection. "And I need you, Harm…now."

That's all it takes for him to lift me into his arms. I'm still damp from the bath, and as he carries me to the bedroom, I shiver a little.

"Cold, marine?"

"A little. You interrupted my bath."

"Oh, I'll have to make that up to you, won't I?"

"You better believe it, sailor."

Harm chuckles a bit and before I know it, he's setting me gently onto the bed. I flop back, arching my back a little to emphasize my breasts. My efforts are appreciated, if the slightly feral light that now shines in my sailor's eyes is any indication.

Harm stands before me and slowly unbuttons his shirt before shrugging out of it. He tosses it aside, and then he takes off his pants and I can see his manhood peeking through the gap in his boxers. I rise up a bit, intent on reaching in and pulling it all the way out, but Harm stops me.

"Patience, marine. You'll have your chance," he grins a little, and I see his tongue poke out between his teeth. He's cute and devastatingly handsome, and if I thought I was wet before…

"Harm, honey," I start. "I've been waiting for three days…I need you. Now. Inside me." I do sit up this time and scoot toward the foot of the bed. I raise one leg and delicately stroke a toe over his erection. Harm growls a little, then pushes my foot down. He leans over me and wraps his big hands around my rib cage. He gradually moves them upward, and I gasp as his thumbs scrape over my nipples. He bends down swirls his tongue over my nipples and through my damp t-shirt. He sucks and nips, then leans back. His hands move again, and this time he uses them to push the t-shirt up and over my head. He presses me back into the mattress and for a moment he just admires my naked form. I see his penis grow even more and he finally slides his boxers off of his body.

My eyes feast on Harm's male form. He is, in a word, beautiful. From his muscular chest, to his chiseled abs, to his perfect six, the man is gorgeous. His cock stands proudly and I know my center is dripping wet, aching for Harm to enter it…aching for him to pound into me until I'm screaming his name. I've never been much of a screamer…until Harm. What he does to me…

"Harm, please, please…I can't wait…please!" I'm begging now, but the cocky grin he now sports tells me he's going to torture me a little more.

Harm stands up once more, and this time he takes hold of my foot. He strokes a thumb across the bottom of it, teasing me and I jerk. He then replaces his thumb with his lips, and proceeds to kiss his way up my ankle, my calf, until he's finally close to where I need him the most. My hips rise off the bed unbidden, and then he's chuckling again. "Patience, Sarah…" He moves back again and starts to work his way up my other leg. When he's once again approaching my center, he begins kneading my thighs, letting his thumbs drift closer and closer to my core until I'm quivering in anticipation. He's been working on my legs for a good five minutes and I don't think I could get out a coherent word if I tried.

I do manage to gasp out his name, however, when I feel him blow across the aching bundle of nerves between my legs. With one long finger, he circles my clit ever so lightly, and then the torture begins in earnest.

Harm spreads my legs apart and then slips a finger between my folds. He strokes it up and down as I writhe around it, almost casually sliding it inside me. My muscles clench around it and as he slowly begins to thrust it in and out. My hands are now clutching the bedspread underneath me, and I bit my lip to stifle my cries. Harm raises his eyes to mine, and there is such love and desire in them I could cry again. I bite back another cry as he adds another finger and curls them to press against that sweet spot that only he has found. He grins at me, tenderly now, whispering, "Just let it out, Sarah. I want to hear you say my name. I want to hear your cries as you come. Please, Mac…" He works his fingers in and out faster and faster, and the pressure is finally too much. I come hard around them, and then his tongue is on my clit, drawing out my orgasm even more, drawing it out to the point that I have another and another, and yet still, I'm not satisfied.

"More, Harm. More!" My voice is ragged and breathy all at once. "Please!"

Harm's thumb is now circling my clit and he gazes up at me, his pupils wide with desire. "What do you want, Mac?" He lowers his face toward the juncture of my thighs and his tongue is a barely-there caress over my sex.

"That!" I cry.

"This?" His tongue glides over me again and I nod vigorously.

"Yes, Harm…yes! I want you to—to taste me."

With barely a nod, he dips his head again and uses his fingers to part my folds. He slides his tongue up then entire length of my sex once, twice, and my hips rock beneath him. He begins to suck on my clit and suddenly I'm gripping the bedspread again with one hand, pounding the bed with the other.

"Oh god, Harm! H-h-h-aaaarm!" I scream as I start to come again. His tongue dips inside me and flutters up and down, side to side as I call his name again, and then my orgasm reaches another peak. He laps up all of my sexual flow and I'm suddenly coming hard again.

"Harm, Harm…now. I-I can't wait anymore. Please, please, please come inside me!" I'm nearly insane with want now, almost blind with my need, and yet he still takes his time licking and sucking and nibbling at my clit. I've never had a man who enjoys going down on a woman more than Harmon Rabb, Jr, and it certainly has never been this good, but I'm ready for more.

"Harm!" With that last shout, Harm finally draws his head away from my center. He looms over me, and I spread my thighs apart even more, inviting him in. He hovers for a moment, and then I grasp his cock and guide him into me. He gives me a moment to adjust and then he begins to move. In, out, a little at a time. His strokes gradually become longer, deeper and as I whimper and writhe underneath him. I meet him thrust for thrust, and after several minutes of Harm holding himself back, he completely lets go. He pounds into me mercilessly and I give it back to him just as much. I can tell by the way the muscles of his arms bunch under my hand and the way he bites his lower lip that he's trying to prolong our pleasure, but I'm ready now. I tell him to come, to give in…and finally he explodes inside me. I feel his cum reaching for my womb in hot jets as he grinds into me and my own orgasm spreads like fire from between my legs to my toes. Our bodies are slicked with sweat and it's several long moments before we come back to ourselves. Harm collapses on top of me and is about to roll away but I lock my legs around him.

"Harm…stay," I whisper, and he nods, gazing down at me tenderly. He lowers his lips to mine and this time our kiss is loving, gentle. I softly run my hands over his back, letting my fingers tease the soft hairs at the back of his neck. After a few moments he does roll off me; I know he's feeling sleepy and doesn't want to crush me. He pulls me with him and his hands begin to journey over my body. His touch is gentle now that we've been sated, though I know that at some point in the middle of the night we will awaken and reach for each other again. For now, I snuggle into him, sliding one of my legs in between his. He opens for me and then throws his leg over my hip. The hairs on his chest are still damp with sweat and I press my lips against them, my tongue darting out for a taste. He moans a little and I feel it rumble through him as I press another kiss over his heart. I'm getting sleepy now too, but before we both give in to fatigue, I have to tell him something.

"Harm?"

"Yes, honey?" he murmurs, nearly asleep.

"I missed you…so much, and I love you…so, so much."

Harm nuzzles me with his nose, and I lift my chin so he can capture my lips in a sweet kiss.

I love you too, baby…and I don't think anyone could have missed anyone more than I missed you." He kisses me again, and we snuggle into each other.

As I drift off to sleep, I think about how far we've come, how much time we wasted to finally get here, and how perfect it is anyway. Yes, we fight, we argue, but we keep trying, keep talking, and we always come back to each other. He's my everything, and I am his…and I plan to love him for eternity.

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