A Thousand Words

by Dancer

 

 

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When he moved his hands upward past the border of fabric that defined the limits of her dress, he felt the soft, cool skin of her bare back beneath his fingertips.  He could sense her drawing nearer even before he began to tighten the pull of his arms.

 

Sarah was moving toward him.  Her face turned up to meet his.  As he settled his mouth over her ruby-colored lips, he could feel all the built-up anguish melting away in a flood of sweet release.  Sarah slid her arms across the breadth of his shoulders to link her wrists at the back of his neck.  She pulled him closer even as he pressed his lips harder against hers.  They fell together – each drawn tighter against the other one than they had ever been before. The powerful wave that swept over them at finally touching, finally being this close surged through them like a tide rising.  Harm pulled her ever tighter to him.

 

Harm kissed her harder, stronger, determined to pour even half of what he was feeling into this kiss.  He needed her to know him – to know his heart in a way he could never express in words.  This was his chance.  Sarah was here and in his arms.  If it was only a dream, he would still make it count for something.  If it was real, he wouldn’t let his chance go by again – not this time.

 

When she parted her lips against his, when she spread her fingers across his shoulders to stroke his back and pull him closer to her, Harm moved in.

 

Sarah’s breath came short.  The rush of emotion – the way he made her feel as though she were melting into him – drove everything else from her mind.  It was all new, all fresh and she wanted to feel him this close forever – as if she’d never kissed a man before.

 

The jacket he’d arranged over her shoulders had long since fallen to the floor behind her, so when a wave of cool air hit the skin of her bare back, Mac gave a tiny shudder as their kiss intensified.

 

Harm pressed his advantage as far as he dare.  He’d never told her so much, so quickly before.  He never told her this at all.

 

When it ended, when their lips finally parted, Mac’s eyes were bright with questions she couldn’t ask him, but she searched his face for answers.  Harm could only look on in wonder hoping to see a confirmation in her eyes of what she’d just told him with her kiss.

 

Instead, Mac dropped her head to rest it against his chest looping her arms around his waist with her hands and wrists turned upward to pull them closer together.  She turned her face away to hide her feelings from him.   All of that was so complicated, and right now, she just wanted to hold him.    

 

Harm wrapped both arms around her shoulders as if his embrace could shelter her from the world outside and softly placed a kiss in her hair before resting his cheek against the same spot.

 

They were standing there just that way, wrapped in each other’s arms, when a voice spoke out a short distance away.

 

“Ah, Colonel?  The Admiral’s been looking for you.”

 

Then Mac looked up.