A/N: This soundtrack is a companion piece to Track 2–it's from Harm's point of view. It's total smut, but I maintain our favorite couple would have a very healthy sex life.

Soundtracks

Track 11: Kiss You All Over Exile

'Til the Night Closes In

I wake from another dream of her, one of those dreams, and I quickly grab the safety information pamphlet from the seat pocket in front of me to cover the not-so-little problem in my pants. I'm sure the person sitting next to me wonders why two hours in I've suddenly taken interest in the safety info no one ever reads, and I pray to God that I didn't talk in my sleep. The dream was quite vivid and in it I was quite verbose. At least I'll never see this guy again; Bud's on this flight too but his seat is a few rows ahead of mine.

God, I need her. I want her. We've been separated for the last three days, and I never thought I would miss her this much. Oh, sure, I knew our time apart would be painful, but this was excruciating. I dreamt of her every night, and the devastation I felt when she wasn't there was embarrassing. Every other time I've been on a carrier I've been almost giddy with excitement and Mac has had to tell me to calm down more than once on such investigations. This time I even got to fly, but even that didn't compare to being with Mac. We got together last Christmas Eve, the night I thought I'd hit another plane while flying with my father's former wingman, Tom Boone. I was a little shell-shocked and when Mac tried find out why I was so troubled, I damn near bit her head off and made her cry. I felt horrible but she forgave me, and because I didn't want to be alone, she spent the rest of the night with me. We actually talked about our past together and amidst tears and laughter we fell asleep in each other's arms. When Christmas morning came, I pulled her to me and kissed her. We ended up making love and haven't been apart since.

Ugh, there's two more hours left before we land at Dulles and I'm not sure I can make it. I don't want to go to sleep again because I'm sure I'll dream of Mac again and I don't want to embarrass myself. Unfortunately, boredom takes over and I do doze off, and it's a damn good thing I kept the safety pamphlet on my lap. I wake up as we land, and I know I'm going to be the last one off the plane because it's going to take at least that long for me to calm down.

God, I'm a horny bastard. I can't stop thinking about touching Mac, loving Mac. I want to kiss her, taste her. I've always loved sex and I think I'm pretty good at it, but sex with Mac…

Oh. My. God. No one, I mean no one does what she does to me. Just a look from her can make my cock grow to the point I wonder if I should invest looser pants. The taste of her makes me crazy, and though going down on a woman has always been one of my favorite sexual activities, with Mac it's…it's…delicious. It's heavenly. It's…oh god, there aren't words to describe it. The silky wetness of her makes me so hard it hurts, and when I put my fingers inside her and feel her contract around them, it's a Herculean effort not to come right then.

Of course, there's one thing that tops all of that. Every time she takes me inside her body, I want to cry with the utter passion of her. The sounds she makes when I thrust into her, the way she squeezes my cock with her inner muscles, and the way her nails dig into my sex make me come harder than ever before. The best part? It happened that way Every. Time.

There was one time, after one of those fancy balls they occasionally make us attend, when we came back to my place. We immediately went for each other, and that time, she kept her stiletto heels on. They dug into my lower back and six and it made me crazy. I took her hard that night, but she met my every thrust with enthusiasm, and it was one of the best nights of my life. This begs the question…what is the best night of my life? Well, that's actually easy. It was the night Mac Told me she loved me. I actually cried a little and for the first time, it was effortless to say it back to her. Oh, I love her so much. I love every part of her, the marine, the woman, the stubborn fellow litigator that keeps me on my toes, and even the part of her that can push my buttons more than anyone else can.

I need to get home to her. I suddenly have an image with of her in the tub, pleasuring herself. That's another thing—just like I always know where she is, I always know when she's aroused. It's a gift.

Once I drop Bud off, I race toward Mac's apartment. I call her when I'm getting close, and the breathiness of her voice, her heavier breathing, and the sound of moving water tell me I was right about Mac trying to satisfy herself in the bath. Though I know the answer, I ask her where she is and what she is doing. I can tell she needs to come and when she tells me she is imaging my big cock filling her, I have to start rubbing myself through my jeans.

Finally, I'm pulling up in front of her building and I leap out of my Lexus. I race up her stairs two at a time, imagining how I'll kiss her all over, her feet, her legs, her inner thighs. I'll suckle from her perfect breasts, and then I'll lick and suck her clit, lapping up all her juices before plunging my fingers inside her. I'll make her come and come again, and before she's come down from her high, I'll slide inside her. I know she loves when the whole of me is inside her, but that can't compare to the feelings I have when she surrounds me. I can't wait to make love to her until the night closes in on us, and then I'll make love with her again.

Thoughts of our reunion torture my brain, and it seems to take forever until I'm at her door, telling her over the phone that she needs to let me in because I forgot her key, and finally she's standing before me. Her body glistens with water droplets and the white t-shirt she threw on to answer the door is clinging to her like a second skin. I can see her cinnamon nipples and areolae through the thin fabric, and I'm amazed. And then she's in my arms, and I know I'm finally home.

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