Title: Fair Winds
Author: Hollyjp
Summary: After leaving JAG Headquarters in Washington DC Commander Harmon Rabb and Lt. Colonel Sarah Mackenzie for their new assignment in opposite directions, they must learn to communicate in away they never did when they worked together. No more assuming the other would be there tomorrow and that there was time for things to develop. No more worries about what would happen if things didn’t work out. Now they had to find a way to build a relationship long distance.
Spoilers: Any episode, seasons one through ten, as well as any spoilers for any unaired episodes could be used to create a new unexplored world for these wonderful characters.
Disclaimer: JAG is the property of Bellisario Productions, CBS, and Paramount. I have borrowed their characters for entertainment purposes only. No monetary gain will result from their appearance in my story.
Author’s Notes: As season ten winds down, I find myself thinking about what will happen to our favorite Commander and our favorite Lt. Colonel as they go off on their new assignments. The idea for this wouldn’t leave me alone so I had to start getting them down. Episodes through 223 had aired when I started this project. By the time I was almost done some spoilers were revealed that would make my story an alternate universe much sooner then I had anticipated. There were too many major things that were different, so I left it as it was.
Also I am not an expert on military protocol, medical ‘stuff’, or the San Diego or London areas so please suspend belief and just go with the flow on how things were handled at times. I call it creative license...television calls it the ‘reel world’ and we live in the real world. This is fan fiction which is designed as an escape from the real world; a place to enjoy our make believe friends; and a place where we can make these wonderful characters we were given a chance to live and love for ever.
As for Feedback: The story is complete before I start posting so suggestions for changes won’t be applied to this story. However, people have told me about things that I have later used in other stories...this one included. Some of you may recognize some suggestions from the past that I used in this story. You know who you are and I appreciate the ideas you’ve shared with me. One of the things that I would really like some feedback on is the pace. I know a lot of you like my frequent postings...but I’m concerned that sometimes I spend to much time on one section and maybe not enough on another. So I would like you to let me know if a particular chapter dragged as you read it, seemed unnecessary to the story or gratuitous. I will tell you that I put in a lot of intimate and sexual scenes and situations in this for a purpose. I needed to in order to set the ‘standard’ so that I could show a contrast in the sequel. Yes I said sequel. This story will elude to situations that are not resolved here. Its laying the groundwork for the sequel. You’ll never guess the title....(Darn you figured it out!) Yes the sequel will be called “Following Seas.” Hope you enjoy them both.
FAIR WINDS
CHAPTER 1
May 9, 2005
0730 Zulu
Near NSLO BROFF
London, England
Commander Harmon Rabb Junior stepped off the tube at Bond Street and walked brusquely through the cool morning fog on his first morning in London on his way to his new office at 7 Audley Street. He had been here once before on a case, several years ago...with Mac. The baby that they had rescued would be nine years old now. It seemed unbelievable that time had passed so quickly. All that time they could have been together, raising a family...and now it was a lost dream...or practically.
The tall American naval commander shook off the dark thoughts and recalled the vows he had made to himself when he had left Washington DC. First, he would not loose contact with Sarah Mackenzie just because they had been reassigned. Although he had never been much of a letter writer - even in the best of times, he would be able to use email and even the telephone to stay in touch...and he would.
The second vow he had made was to use this assignment to prove something to himself...that he could handle a command post. He would leave the Navy after his one year assignment here in London. He wanted to do in a way that everyone would be proud of, including himself. He would serve with honor, dignity and humanity.
His third vow was to prove to himself and Sarah Mackenzie that regardless of the distance between them physically, emotionally they could grow closer and use this year apart to fix the things that had been wrong in their relationship...the reason they couldn’t stop dancing and get somewhere.
For now, Harm needed to meet his people and get up to speed on the happenings in his new office. He had spoken to retired Admirals AJ Chegwidden and Tom Boone before leaving the states and embarking on this assignment. They were both men he respected and had learned a great deal from. Their words of wisdom came back to him now.
“Son,” Tom Boone had said, “You’ve got to be yourself. Not just true to your values...you’ll do that anyway. But don’t try to be Chegwidden, Creswell, me, or any of the other commanders you’ve had. Find your style and be who you are...a man with integrity, that cares for people, and who goes the extra mile if that’s what is called for. You’ll be good a leader Harm.”
Chegwidden had shaken his head and they given him that hooded look before he started. “For what its worth, Rabb, you are a natural leader. You don’t even realize the effect you have on people and how your imprint stays with them long after you are gone. I’ve seen; I’ve fought with it; and I resigned myself to the fact that JAG became a family, not because of me, but because of you. You’ll take that with you where ever you go...including your own home if you and Mac ever get it right.”
Harm had chuckled remember how he and Mac had driven the Admiral crazy and yet never once while in his Command had they ever crossed the line. For that matter, they never crossed the line until they were both on leave getting ready to take their new assignments. Together they had packed up their possessions and cleared out their apartments.
Harm had shipped most of his things to La Jolla to store them while he was gone. He had suggested to Mac that they could ship things together and rent a storage unit together. It would cut costs and then she would have a place to keep things until she found a place of her own. She had agreed to the plan. He and Mac had shipped their Corvettes to La Jolla as well. He sold his Lexus and arranged for the new owner to pick it up just hours before he left for London.
They had stayed in a hotel near Dulles International Airport that last night as they were both flying out on Sunday. One traveling five hours east, the other five hours west. It had been a bittersweet time. They had laughed; they had cried; they had made plans; they had made love; and they had said good-bye. Each had walked away hoping that it would be the last time. Each one hoping they could beat the odds and make their plans happen.
Harm had packed light to come to London. He had shipped over some civilian clothes; his out of season uniforms; some reference books he refused to part with; a few pictures and photo albums; and some linens. He carried with his some uniforms, personal supplies, a lap top, briefcase, and lots of memories. On the flight he had made his three vows as he made sure he was squared away and ready for what the year may bring.
He had wished Mattie ‘Fair Winds and Following Seas’ when she had left to go back to her father. They had both hit a rough patch, but Harm knew that he was leaving his ward physically, but not spiritually. They had a bond that would last through the test of time. She was recuperating from her accident and the word was that if she worked hard she had a good chance of a complete recovery of her physical self and her dreams.
Mattie’s father had agreed to take care of Harm’s Stearman biplane until he returned and could make arrangements for it. For years, he had planned to settle in Pennsylvania at his grandmothers place and start a new life there. Now he was seriously considering returning to California especially since his grandmother’s death last fall and the fire that burned the old homestead this spring. He would make a decision this winter when he took leave and went home.
If home is where the heart is, then Harm’s home really was in the San Diego area now. He loved his mother and step-father and had built a decent relationship with them both in the last few years. But with Mac, in the San Diego area, he knew that his heart was there...and would be where ever Sarah Mackenzie was.
Somehow, Harm ended up where he was suppose to be and on time. He put away his thoughts of home and a certain brown haired, brown-eyed Marine, and focused on the job before him.
It was a huge task. He had no less then forty people in his command in this Naval Legal Service Branch Office or NLSO BROFF as it was called. He had four senior attorneys, six junior attorneys, four young investigators, his own yeoman, a public affairs officer (who turned out not to be anything like Harriet Sims Roberts) and several other clerks, security detail, and support staff. Not one face was familiar. He really was alone out here.
As he entered the operation area of the office, not unlike the ‘bull pen’ back at Headquarters, a young petty officer called out, “Attention on deck!”
“At ease people. I’m Commander Rabb and I will be your new CO. I have reviewed your files and know that I am fortunate to have an excellent staff here to work with. It will take us some time to find our stride, but I am confident that we will be able to do that and keep this office running efficiently. I will be holding staff call at zero eight thirty Zulu for all senior and junior attorneys and investigators available. Be prepared to bring me up to date on your current case loads. Dismissed.”
Harm watched as the people dispersed except a Petty Officer who approached him quietly.
“Petty Officer, you wouldn’t by chance be my yeoman would you?”
“Yes sir. Petty Officer Thomas Andrews, sir. Welcome to the London Branch Office of the Naval Legal Services. If there is anything I can get you, sir, please let me know.”
“Actually, PO Andrews, I would like you to give me a tour of the facility and then show me my office so I can get started.”
“Yes sir! Let me show you your office first so you can put your things away, sir.”
“Outstanding,” Harm commented when he saw his office. It was about the size of the office at JAG HQ and immediately off of it was the conference room. Beyond that was the library and beyond that to the right, a wing of offices. The office wing lead to another wing with restrooms, a cafeteria, and some smaller interview rooms which opened up back into the entrance of the operations area. The courtrooms were on the lower flower along with the notaries, and judges offices. There were two judges stationed here but other judges visited and used the two other offices available.
From this office Naval and Marine personnel and their families stationed through out Europe and southwest Asia would could for various kinds of legal help. He would also have to send his staff out to help in trouble spots, but those efforts would be coordinated as needed with JAG HQ.
Following the tour, Harm found he had a few minutes still before he needed to hold his first staff meeting. He booted up his computer and prepared an email to send to Mac. She might read it before she called it a night, and if not then it would be waiting for her in the morning.
From: hrabb@navy.mil
Date: May 9, 2005
Subject: Settling In
Hey Mac,
Waiting to have my first staff meeting. My yeoman, PO Thomas Andrews, just gave me a tour. This place is bigger then I remembered. Found the flat that I sublet. It will do but its not the loft. I hope you had a safe, uneventful flight out to San Diego. Good luck on your first day in command. I know you don’t really need luck...you have command presence and will do well. I on the other hand hear my people arriving for our first staff call. They seem to be good people from what I read in their files. Until later...
Yours, Harm
Harm send then email and checked the time. He wanted to walk into the conference room exactly on time and get things started. Harm entered the conference room from his office. The fourteen people assembled there jumped to their feet. Harm put them at ease as he took his seat.
“Good morning. As I call out your name, please give me a run-down on your current caseload. I can’t promise I’ll get your names all right on the first try, but I will give a good shot. Lt. Commander Mark Henderson.”
“Welcome to London Commander Rabb. I’m currently carrying three trial cases...one we are close to a plea bargain, one we are seating a jury and the third we are waiting for a decision from the members.”
“Thank you, Commander Henderson...now could you tell me what the cases are? Murder? Robbery?”
“Sorry sir. The plea bargain is on a case of disorderly conduct. I’m prosecuting. The members are deliberating on an assault charge and I prosecuted that one. We are sitting members for a dereliction of duty case...I’m prosecuting that one also.”
“When was the last time you defended Commander?” inquired Harm.
“About three, maybe four months ago.”
“Thank you...Lt. Commander Amy Silver?”
“Aye, aye sir. Each of the cases that you heard Commander Henderson present as prosecution you will find me listed as Defense Counsel.”
“And you haven’t prosecuted for three or four months correct?” Harm asked the fair-haired blue-eyed Lt. Commander sitting across from Henderson.
“You would be correct sir.”
“Let me guess...Lt. Commander Brian McMichaels and Lt. Commander Everett Reegar you share cases as well.” Harm stated and then squinting his eyes just a bit he looked at the two men and added, “McMichaels you defend while Reegar prosecutes?”
“Yes sir.” Both men responded.
“Lt. Inez Espinoza? Have you been marked for defense or prosecution?” Harm asked the petite woman with the raven hair and dark eyes.
“I wish sir...I do research, file papers, and sometimes get to sit second chair.”
“Do I detect dissatisfaction, Lieutenant?”
“Yes sir...no disrespect intended to the team or you sir,” apologized Lt. Espinoza.
“Understood. Look, I’m not sure why things have been done the way they were done, but it sounds to me that you are getting bored and our young lawyers are not have much opportunity to expand their skills. I’d like to institute some changes. I also want you to give me feedback, respectfully of course.” Harm smiled and looked around at the team. “Let me put the rest of the names and faces together. Lt. Sylvia Harwood? Lt. Mitch Gardner? Lt.(jg) Sam Marino? Lt.(jg) Rachel DesBarres? Lt.(jg)Thomas Kerr? Ensign Dale Kitchel? Ensign Kyle West? Ensign Andre’ Fleury? Ensign Paul Ortiz...I’ve reviewed your files and you all have wonderful skills you bring to the team. I want to utilize your skills but I also want you to try and educate your team members - who ever they might be - and help them to gain some of your skills.” Several of you are young and have had little experience outside of this office while some of you have done other things before entering the field of law. Lt. Silver?”
“Yes sir?”
“I see you were a helicopter pilot before joining JAG. Why chose the law?”
“Well sir, I was always asking questions and never satisfied with the obvious answers, so my family and my advisors insisted I go to law school. I agreed only if I could learn to fly a whirlybird. I took up law when I was expecting my first child.”
“It is suppose to be safer, isn’t it Commander?”
“Yes sir. So they tell me,” the young woman laughed. Her smile reminded him a little of Mac.
“Alright people...let’s get back to the caseloads...then I’ll hand out some new cases and I’d like to try some new teams.” Harm listened to their presentations. They were brief and to the point. They all carried three cases in similar states. Each investigator was working on one case. Harm made some notes as he listened to their reports. When they were done, he sat back and looked at his notes for a few seconds. They all watched him wondering what he was about to do. Everyone of them knew that life as they knew it was about to change.
Finally Commander Rabb was ready to shake things up. It wasn’t as drastic as shooting holes in the courtroom ceiling, but the looks on their faces was not so different as the incredulous looks he got from those in the courtroom that fateful day.
“Here are the team assignments...Henderson, Espinoza, Marino, Kitchel; next team... Silver, Gardner, Kerr, Fleury; next team...McMichaels, DesBarres, West; and finally Reegar, Harwood, and Ortiz. Ranking officer on each team is first chair, next level second chair, you each have help with research and investigative leg work. Henderson and Silver...for now you know each other’s play-book so you will continue to oppose each other. Silver I want you to prosecute the assault case - Henderson you’ll defend. McMichaels I’d like you to prosecute the misappropriation case while Reegar defends. Now, I’m also going to assign some minor cases to each team that can be assigned to the least experienced folks on your teams at the privilege of the team leaders. These vary from preparing codicils for wills; to disorderly conduct; DUI; and other similarly minor offenses both military and civil. I will make myself available to advise as needed. Keep me in the loop and let me know if you run into problems. I’ll meet with each team on Thursday morning for an update on cases. Petty Officer Andrews will notify you when you are scheduled to see me. Any questions?” Harm paused and looked around the room.
“Sir?”
“Commander Reegar...go ahead.”
“Sir, can we change our office assignments so that we can be closer to our team members?” Reegar asked with a sly smile on his face.
“Negative Commander...we’re not wasting time by moving every week or so to accommodate fluctuating team members. Sign-up for the conference rooms or space in the library if you need a place to meet with your team and your offices are too small to use them effectively.” Harm instructed swiftly and with purpose. “Dismissed.”
Harm returned to his office, not happy with what he had inherited but pleased with the teams acceptance of his changes.
Once in his office, he tackled the mountain of mail that had piled up on his desk in the two weeks between his predecessor’s departure and his arrival. Henderson had filled in but apparently only as needed; reviewing and responding to mail was not on his priorities list. Harm stretched and looked at his clock. It was already thirteen twenty Zulu. Harm decided to take a break and see if Mac had read and responded to the email he had sent.
To: hrabb@navy.mil
From: smackenzie@usmc.mil
Date: May 9, 2005
Subject: Re: Settling In
Hey Sailor,
I have had a long day but I’m finally settled in my temporary apartment...at least to get through the night. I miss my old apartment! Your mother and Frank have already called my cell phone and invited me to dinner. I agreed to go but not until this weekend. I need time to get a handle on what’s happening here. By now you’ve had a nights sleep and are hard at work. I’ve been up almost twenty-four hours and I’m ready for some sleep. Hey Harm...I miss you. Take care and keep the emails coming.
Fondly,
Mac
Harm sat back and smiled at the screen. He pictured Mac asleep in bed beside him and the pang of loss was almost too much to bear. He started a new email.
From:hrabb@navy.mil
Date: May 9, 2005
Subject: Good Morning!
Hope you had a wonderful night of sleep...I read your email and couldn’t help picture you sleeping beside me. These are not good thoughts to be having when I’m at work, on duty and in charge. My memories are too fresh. Tell mom and Frank I send my love.
Yours,
Harm
CHAPTER 2
May 9, 2005
1430 Zulu
San Diego, California
Mac had slept fairly well despite the previous days emotional farewell with Harm, cross-country flight, and late night getting settled in. She had been warmed by the email from Harm so soon, and had emailed him right away. While he had landed in London, found his apartment, caught a few hours sleep and then tackled his first day, Mac was traveling, settling, unpacking, talking to Harm’s parents, and thousands of others little things. Now, Harm’s first day at his new post would be winding down and hers was about to gear up.
Although dressed in uniform and ready to charge ahead for the new day, Mac decided to check and see if Harm had read her email and responded. She didn’t want to get her hopes to high. She had done that before over and over again just to have them dashed when Harm got to busy or had a chance to fly and those things took priority over their relationship. Harm had promised her that he would do better and that their relationship was a top priority to him. There was an email waiting for her. She read it and couldn’t stop the smile that lit up her face.
Mac expected to feel pressured when he said it to her over and over again and wrote it in his correspondence, yet to her pleasant surprise that was not what she felt. Instead she felt cared for, like she mattered, and that finally they were going to be able to get it right. Smiling she replied to his email.
From: smackenzie@usmc.mil
Date: May 9, 2005
Subject: Good Afternoon to you!
What a nice surprise to find your email waiting for me this morning. You must be about finished with your first day in command. How did that go? Have you met your Embassy liaison yet? Take care of yourself. You’re too far away for me to take care of you if you get sick. LOL! Seriously, enjoy London Harm. You need to know that city well enough to take me on a guided tour when I come over. I’ll give your parents your message. Got to run and face Vukovic and Mayfield. I can’t believe I ended up with both of those twits. Catch you later.
Fondly, Mac
Shutting down her computer, she headed for her new office and her first command. The only thing dimming her pleasure was the fact that she had ended up with Mayfield and Vukovic. Mayfield she liked and thought she had some potential. Vukovic she did not trust and had hoped that Creswell could be convinced to keep him in Washington, DC. That wasn’t to be and Mac was convinced that Commander Sturgis Turner was the reason behind it.
With the deployments, there were few cases involving the local personnel, however they often covered the troops in the Pacific as back up to the JAG office in Pearl Harbor. They would be called in to investigate and prosecute things that occurred on the various ships in the Pacific if things became too hectic for the Pearl office. Although Mac was considered to be in command, she still answered to General Creswell and was required to consult with him at least once a week. Harm would do the same thing from London.
Mac headed for her office greeting the people by name that she had met during the JAG conference held in San Diego. She was convinced that her innocent comment to General Creswell that night at dinner about a person being able to get use to the ocean breeze and mild temperatures had spurred him to decide on her for this assignment. She was still convinced that he had every intention of separating her and Harm from the beginning. He had done that exact thing eventually, but for an entirely different reason then Mac had thought.
She believed him when he told her that he did not hold her mistake against her from Okinawa. He respected her for the Marine and officer she had become and felt that her talents were being wasted at headquarters. He wanted her in the field, building her resume’ and influencing young attorneys. Surprisingly enough, it was the same reason he gave Harm for sending him away.
Petty Officer Hubert greeted Mac with a smart salute and she entered her private office.
“Good morning, Ma’am.”
“Good Morning Petty Officer. Have Mayfield and Vukovic arrived yet?” Mac asked.
“Lt. Mayfield is here, Ma’am, but Lt. Vukovic has not reported in as yet.”
“Thank you. Send Mayfield in now and Vukovic when he arrives.”
“Yes Ma’am.”
Lt. Colonel Sarah Mackenzie reviewed the list of open cases that had been prepared and left on her desk. These were the first ones she would assign. She immediately looked for an assignment she could give Lt. Vukovic that would get him out of her hair. There were two cases that needed to be tended to on board the USS Wake Island in the Pacific. She and Vukovic had been on board not long ago and the Captain knew what to expect from Vukovic. She set those aside for Lt. Greg Vukovic or “Vic” as he was often referred to.
For now Mac would handle some cases herself until one of the other attorneys had room to take on more cases. She selected cases that didn’t appear to be long or complicated in hopes of being able to reach plea bargains on most of them. For Lt. Mayfield, she had two cases, an assault case that would be tried in military court and a theft that needed to be tried in a civilian case. Mayfield would be able to handle both of these.
Mac had previously met two Lt. Commanders (Emerson and Yuan) and a Major (LaRosa) that would be under her command as well. Lt. Commander Yuan was up for promotion and if he got it would be transferring to Spain. Erin Emerson had only recently been promoted to Lt. Commander and was proving to be an excellent trial lawyer. Major LaRosa was a better investigator then lawyer, but held his own. Over all Mac was pleased with her team.
The week passed with at least two email a day from Harm that generally talked about some new challenge he had faced or how much he missed her. He hadn’t done any touring yet but hoped to over the weekend when he was off duty. Mac returned similar emails. In some ways nothing had changed yet they hinted at getting together and mentioned missing the other. They were still doing a dance of sorts.
Saturday May 14
2000 Zulu
Burnett Residence
La Jolla, California
“Mac! Welcome to our home.”
“Thank you Mrs. Burnett.”
“Trish, please. I’m so glad you agreed to change the plans and come to the house. There’s something I wanted to do that couldn’t be done in the restaurant,” the older woman explained. Mac looked puzzled but followed the woman who seemed ready to explode. “Frank, Mac’s here. Are we all set?”
“Hello Sarah...I know everyone calls you Mac, but you’re too beautiful for a man’s name.”
“Thank you Frank...and I don’t mind if you call me Sarah,” Mac smiled. “Oh before I forget, Harm emailed and said to tell you he sends his love.”
“Funny you should mention Harm,” Frank chuckled. “We’re going to call him on the speaker phone.”
“Is he expecting the call?” Mac asked thinking if he knew he would have mentioned it to her.
“No...we wanted to surprise you both.” Trish hugged her arm. Mac tried to smile but a sense of dread came over her. What if Harm wasn’t home? What if he was but wasn’t alone? Mac felt her nerves ratchet up and fought to not chew her bottom lip. She heard the line connecting and the phone ringing. Finally on the sixth ring they heard a breathless Harm answer the phone.
[Rabb.]
“Harm? It’s Mom, Frank and Mac...we have you on speaker phone,” Trish announced.
[Really?]
“We’re all here, son. You sound out of breath.”
[I heard the phone ringing so I ran up the stairs to catch it.] Harm explained. [Mac?]
“Right here Harm.”
[Good. Mom...Frank...what do you think of Mac?]
“I just told her I was calling her Sarah because she’s too beautiful to have a man’s name.”
[She is beautiful.]
“Were you just going out Harm, or coming in?” Mac asked.
[Coming in. I just played golf with three guys from the embassy.]
“Very good...how did you do?”
[I’m pretty rusty...but I came in second by one stroke.] Harm sounded satisfied.
“You’re good at what ever you put your mind to, aren’t you?” Mac teased.
[I give it my best shot,] Harm chuckled.
“Harm are you eating okay?”
[Yes Mom...no problem finding food.]
“Harm, your stuff arrived and everything is in storage. I’ll take Sarah out and show her where everything is after lunch.” Frank explained.
[Thanks Frank. Are you settling in okay Mac?]
“Better then I had imagined...but I miss everyone.”
[Even me?]
“Actually having two emails a day from you all week spoiled me. When I didn’t have you when I got up this morning I was disappointed,” Mac admitted.
{Sorry about that...I was running late for tee-time. I’ll make it up to you.] Mac heard the smile in his voice.
“I’ll look forward to that. Are you really adjusting to command?” Mac asked not wanting to get too personal even though Trish and Frank had walked out of the room but not wanting to let him go yet.
[Mac, can you pick up handset...take me off speaker for a minute...] Harm asked quietly. Mac picked it up.
“Okay...Frank and your mother are in the other room anyway.”
[I just need to tell you that I can’t stop thinking about our night together...are you okay?]
“Yes...I relive it in my dreams every night Harm.”
[A beautiful memory...but I’m greedy...I want more.]
“Me too...July seems so far away Harm.”
[I know...let me see if I can do anything sooner. I don’t know if I can’t wait for July. It’s over two months away.]
“You’ve begun to convince me we can make this work you know.”
[Really? What did it? My charming personality? My persistence? My sense of humor? My prowess in bed?]
“Give it a rest Rabb,” Mac laughed as each suggestion rang true to various parts of her. “You don’t need to get any more conceited.”
[No, I guess not...but I need a clue Mac.]
“It’s everything...its who you are and who you’ve become. It’s how you make me feel inside...” Mac closed her eyes as she held the phone, her back to his parents.
[I know...you do the same for me you know.] Harm sighed. [I’ll email you later...and look for a surprise soon.]
“You going to give me a clue this time?”
[No...you’ll know when you get it...and its to make it up to you for not emailing you this morning.]
“Harm you don’t have to do that...”
[I know. I want to.]
“Hey, let me get your Mom and Frank. They were pretty obvious about giving us some space, you know.”
[Yeah...I appreciate them more now then I did as a kid...maybe that’s natural...Hey Mac?]
“Yeah?”
[I miss you]
“I miss you too.” Mac opened the door. “Frank...Trish...want to say good-bye to Harm?”
“Be right there Dear,” Trish responded as Mac put the phone back on speaker.
“Harmon...we’ll take care of Mac, so you focus on taking care of you.”
[Yes Mom...Thanks for calling...Talk to you soon.]
“Bye son.” Frank put his arm around Trish and nodded to Mac who disconnected the call.
“Thanks for the surprise. I think Harm really appreciated it. I know I did.” Mac told the Burnett’s as they moved to the patio for their lunch.
Same Time
Harm’s Flat
London, England
Harm sat there looking at the phone. He felt so alone. It had been great to hear from family, but it made his new life in London seem further away and gave him a sense of isolation. He tried shaking it off. He went to his desk and found his PDA and located the phone number of the florist that he used to send flowers to his mother from time to time.
He called and ordered flowers to be delivered to Mac at his parents house right away. He grinned knowing she’d be embarrassed but touched by the gesture. It was a collection of pink lilies, peach carnations and lavender roses in a green vase. He had them put on the card, ‘Will this make up for no email this morning? Miss Harm. PS leave a rose for my Mom...thanks.’
Satisfied with his penance, Harm stripped down to take a shower after spending a very long day with the three guys from the embassy. Jim Winston was part of the public relations team and had been here the longest. He had set the plans in motion for the day. Walter ‘Walt’ Fiennes was part of the diplomatic corps and had been in the Navy for six years but found his new job much more to his liking. Saul ‘Rube’ Rubens was part of the security team and had only been in London for two months.
Jim and Walt were both married and their wives lived here in London as well. Jim and his wife had two children in college back in the states. Walt and his wife, Lisa, had one twelve year old daughter. Rube, as he preferred to be called, had a girlfriend back in the states but claimed that is was nothing serious. Harm of course had been grilled about his marital status.
“So, Rabb,” asked Walt, “Lisa’s going to want to know if she should dust off her matching making skills. I don’t see a wedding ring but some men don’t wear them. What’s your status?” Harm had smiled and spoke with quiet confidence.
“My heart belongs to a Marine Lt. Colonel running the JAG office in San Diego. She’s a gung-ho Marine that could kick the six of someone three times her size and then smile at you and knock you over with her beauty.”
“Ho Ho! Rabb’s got it bad. You married?” Jim queried knowing his wife wouldn’t let it rest if he wasn’t.
“Not yet. But tell the woman not to waste their time or energy on me. Sarah and I have been together for nine years. If we’re still together after all we’ve been through, it doesn’t seem likely that I’ll be interested in anyone else. I’ve explored some birds over the years, and there isn’t a one that can hold a candle to Sarah.”
“When do we get to meet this ‘Colonel Babe’?” asked Rube.
“July. She’s planning to come over for a few days then.” Harm smiled at the thought. After a little more good natured ribbing from his three golfing partners, they made it to the green and focused on trying to make parr at least. They had eaten breakfast; played eighteen holes; taken a lunch break; played eighteen more; and then all stopped at the Fiennes home for drinks. Harm had excused himself from dinner and returned home to find his phone ringing.
After his shower he fixed a cup of tea and sat down at the computer to email Mac.
From: hrabb@navy.mil
Date: May 14, 2005
Subject: Am I forgiven?
Hi Honey...I wish I was home...but I’m here in London and consoling myself with memories of last week, the phone call today and thoughts about how I can get to see you sooner then July. Birthday coming up soon, Marine...but you’re more beautiful now then you were when we first met. I bragged about you today. Walt, Jim and Rube all wanted to know if they should alert the match makers and I told them it would be a waste of time. We’ve been together for nine years and I can’t imagine anyone turning my head ever again. I met Walt’s wife and daughter. You’d like them. Lisa said she wants to have us over when you come in July. I suppose I’ll have to share you a little. Did you get your surprise? Hey Mac, we should try that real time chat thing like Bud and Harriet use to do. What do you think? Let me know a good time and I’ll sign on and see if we can link up. I miss you.
Harm
He sat back rereading what he had written. ‘Honey,’ he had called her ‘honey’ and it felt right. He grinned as he hit send, leaving the letter just like it was. H wished he could see her face when she read that one. He decided he hadn’t emailed Bud and Harriet and so his next note was to them.
From: hrabb@navy.mil
Date: May 14, 2005
Subject: Checking in
Hey Bud, Didn’t want to make the same mistakes I made last time I was away from JAG HQ. So thought I’d get an email off to you. Make sure you say hi to Harriet and the kids for me. Must seem strange with all the changes at HQ. Always remember you’re a good lawyer Bud and you have nothing to apologize for to anyone. Your clients are lucky to have you. Had a chance to talk to Mac on the phone while she was having lunch with my folks. Sounds like she’s settling in okay. The twins must be growing and keeping you both busy. AJ and Jimmy adjusting okay to the two new siblings? You’re a lucky man Bud...I hope someday I’ll find myself in your situation...before I’m too old to enjoy it. Take care. Harm
Looking over his message he went ahead and hit send. He was about to hit send when he realized that an email had come in for him. He opened it.
To: hrabb@navy.mil
From: robertsclan@internet.com
Date: May 14, 2005
Subject: Christening
Hope all is going well with you sir. We miss you around here. We are finally getting around to having the christening for the twins. We wondered if there was a chance you could make it home in three weeks for the christening. You see, we’d like you to be godfather again for the twins. If you can’t, we’ll understand. Please let us know. Sincerely, Bud and Harriet
From: hrabb@navy.mil
Date: May 14, 2005
Subject: RE: Christening
I would be honored. My email to you must have crossed paths. Guess if I knew how to use the real time messages I could have a chat with you...maybe someday you’ll have to come over and hook me up with one of those cameras so I can do video calls too. I’ll clear my calendar and make reservations. See you in three weeks! Harm
Before he hit send he realized that he had gotten another email.
From: smackenzie@usmc.mil
Date May 14, 2005
Subject: Christening in DC
Harm, Did you get the news about the Roberts twins being christened in three weeks? They asked me to be a godmother again. Are you going to be there? Did they ask you to be the godfather? Maybe we can get together before July after all. I can’t believe you called me honey...I liked it. I have instant messaging on my computer all ready. You probably do too, you just have to open the file and try it. I’ll be online for about half an hour still reading my email. Try it if you can. Look for Marine Mac for a screen name. Your honey, Mac.
Harm laughed out loud and then scrambled to fine the programs list on his computer. After clicking on a few icons he found it and within just a few minutes he had a text window popping up on his screen. He registered his screen name as Navy Harm and searched for Marine Mac. He was online.
Mac? It’s me. You there?
[Good job Flyboy! You got my email I take it.]
Yes. Technology is something isn’t it?
[Catching up with the times...good move.]
So we’re going to be godparents again.
[Yes. I was surprised they asked again given we are so far away now.]
I think its because we are so far away. It give us all a new tie - a reason to get together.
[I guess you’re right.]
Did you have a good time with Mom and Frank?
[Yes. They’re great Harm. And I got the flowers. Thank you.]
Did Mom freak out when she saw them?
[No. She was proud of you and when I gave her one of the roses and showed her the card she had tears in her eyes.]
I didn’t do it to make her cry.
[Happy tears Harm]
Oh yeah. What about you?
[I guess I’d better admit it because your Mom and Frank were witnesses. Yes I had happy tears too.]
I’m glad it made you happy.
[Harm I’ve got to go. Catch you tomorrow?]
Okay Honey...tomorrow.
Harm signed off and sat back with a tired sigh. In three weeks he would see Mac again.
CHAPTER 3
Thursday, June 2, 2005
1300 Zulu
NSLO BROFF
London, England
It was taking longer then Harm had hoped to reshuffle duties in the London office. The staff had become so entrenched in the way it had been done before that they had trouble functioning in new roles without a lot of encouragement and support for their wider expanded roles. Harm knew that he had also been entrenched in the culture of JAG headquarters so he was very careful not to make his expectations unreasonable and to stay patient with his people. Slowly he was starting to see them grasp his concepts and begin to embrace them as well. Lt. Commander Amy Silver was catching on fastest. She was organized, good with communication and thought well of by the rest of the staff. He had called her to his office when she got out of court.
<Knock-knock>
“Enter...”
“Lt. Commander Silver reporting as requested sir.”
“At ease Commander. Have a seat...As you know I’ve made some changes in this office since I arrived.”
“Yes sir.”
“You seem to have adapted or adjusted to them more easily then the others.”
“Thank you sir.”
“How would you feel about being left in charge while I’m away for a few days?”
“Sir?”
“Would you be comfortable to be left in charge?”
“Yes sir.”
“Good. Then I’d like make you Chief of Staff and as such you will be in charge and make assignments or decisions in my absence.”
“May I inquire as to when you will be gone, sir?”
“You may. I’ll be catching a flight in about two hours for Washington DC via Iceland. I have to stop there to check on a few things and then I will be going on to Washington. I won’t be back in this office until Tuesday.”
“JAG business sir?”
“Partly...but mostly personal.”
“Sorry for asking sir.”
“Commander, I have found that when people who work closely together develop a friendship of sorts, it can make the good times better and the not so good times seem fewer. When I return I would like the Public Relations officer to have some ideas for team building prepared and on my desk. Could you arrange for that to happen while I’m gone?”
“Yes sir.”
“Very well then. This file had the notes you may need and phone numbers where I can be reached in an emergency or if you just need a second opinion. I’ll leave my office in your capable hands.”
“Aye-aye Sir.”
Harm picked up his briefcase, travel bag and cover and left with orders to PO Andrews to send a memo to the staff on his behalf announcing Lt. Commander Silver as Chief of Staff and in charge when he is out of the office.
Making his way out of the office into the warm June day he walked to the tube where he would proceed to the Airport and then on to Iceland and eventually to Washington DC where he would again be united with Mac.
1730 Zulu
NAS
Reykjavik, Iceland
“Commander Rabb. Thank you for stopping with this papers for us and for agreeing to consult on this case. General Creswell gave you high marks for dealing with these matters.”
“Thank you sir. Now based on the information you provided me with, I would suggest that you bring in representatives from both parties and try to do a face to face intervention. Sometimes when you get them together and point out the absurdities they cave in and you can make progress.”
“I’m afraid I don’t follow Commander.”
“Look, the fisherman is saying that the pilot buzzed his boat repeatedly to keep him from getting his quota. The pilot says that he was trying to warn him on the nearby whale and the fact that the fishing boat could be capsized.”
“Yes. It’s the pilots word against the fisherman’s word.”
“So you have other pilots and access to satellites photos. There were boats in the area as well. Can you find someone to back up any part of either ones story?”
“We haven’t tried.”
“I suggest you do. They bring them together and try to negotiate a deal between the two. Just because the pilot is in the Navy doesn’t mean the fisherman can take out his anger on the Navy nor does it mean it is an blanket excuse for his actions. But if you can support his actions with other neutral witnesses, then you make be able to get the fisherman to see reason. If you can’t then you can probably get the pilot to back off his stance and make an apology.”
“Thank you Commander. I know you have a flight to catch.”
1900 Zulu
Airplane
Somewhere over the Atlantic
Harm settled back into his seat. Over the past three weeks he and Mac had continued to email at least once a day. The anticipation of the christening was second to the chance to see one another again. Bud and Harriet had invited them both to stay at the house with them, but they had both declined saying that they wanted to take advantage of catching up with several people while they were there and didn’t want to disrupt the household to that extend. Mattie of course was top on their list.
Harm smiled. They had immediately made plans to get a hotel room together so they had no excuse not to spend every second they could together. Harm had expected to fly in on Friday but then General Creswell had asked him if he could come on Thursday and make a stop in Iceland. Creswell also wanted him to stop in to Headquarters on Monday before he returned to London. Harm thought it was a bit out of the ordinary, but he agreed to do it.
Harm let his mind wander to his pending visit with Mac. The first time they had been together - the only time they had been together - was the night before they had left Washington DC. This time he was enjoying the anticipation. He and Mac had emailed daily and then started instant messaging. In one of their sessions, they had discussed the hotel situation.
<Begin Flashback>
Mac: I think we should just get a room together and then see what happens.
Harm: Won’t that be awkward if we find we aren’t comfortable together or the magic is gone?
Mac: Maybe...do you think the magic’s gone?
Harm: No. Do you?
Mac: God I hope not...I don’t think I can get enough of you.
Harm: Really? I mean I feel that way about you...
Mac: Then I think we’ll be fine with one room.
Harm: I would be happy just being able to hold you and maybe stealing a kiss or two.
Mac: Can’t steal something that’s given to you.
Harm: Just thinking about it makes me need a cold shower you know.
Mac: Harm! I can’t believe you said that.
Harm: Why?
Mac: You don’t admit to needing or wanting anything.
Harm: I do when it comes to you.
Mac: I’m humbled
Harm: Honey, I’m not try to humble you
Mac: What are you trying to do Sailor?
Harm: Flirt with you?
Mac: It’s working...
Harm: It is?
Mac: Oh yeah...I may have to take a cold shower tonight too.
Harm: Just because I said I wanted to hold you and steal a couple of kisses?
Mac: No...because it makes me think of all the things I want to do to you.
Harm: Like what?
Mac: Harm, do you really want me to tell you?
Harm: Give me a hint.
Mac: Remember when I was playing with your earlobe...with my tongue?
Harm: Oh yeah..warm in here.
Mac: LOL I can think of other places I’d like to try that on you that might make you even warmer.
Harm: I can’t wait. Can’t I try it on you too?
Mac: That would be a great idea.
Harm: Mac I really need to take a shower now.
<End Flashback>
Harm groaned. He could use a shower just thinking about that dialogue. Mac would be landing in Washington DC tonight also. He could wait for her at the airport or go on to the hotel and meet her there. He had her flight number and would check her arrival time when he landed. He tried to settle down for a short nap as it had been a full day for him already and he hoped it would last for several more hours yet.
2340 Zulu
Dulles International Airport
Washington DC
Harm stepped from the plane with his briefcase and carry-on and checked the monitor. There is was - Flight 497 from San Diego arriving at gate 21 at 6:50 EST.
He had just enough time to get to the gate to meet her. He moved through the crowd watching for signs for her gate. When he spotted it, he could see people already filing out of the door. He watched and waited and then he spotted her. She looked around as she came through the door as if sensing he was there waiting for her. She looked beautiful he thought and when she spotted him he gave her his full wattage smile.
“Mac!” he called as he waved before moving further through the crowd.
“Harm!” Mac smiled back and moved toward him. They met with a hug and Harm lifted her off her feet as he hugged her to him.
“I’ve missed you so much,” Harm told her as he kissed her quickly before setting her down again, remembering they were both in uniform.
“I know. I’ve missed you too. I was going to change before I left but I just didn’t have time.”
“That’s okay. Is anyone expecting you this evening?” Harm asked.
“I’m afraid so...and you too.” Mac informed him.
“Who?” Harm asked not aware of any plans.
“Before I could get free today I spoke with the General and he extended an invitation for me to come to his home for dinner with his family tonight. I told him that I was meeting someone and he informed me I could bring my date.”
“Did you tell him it was me?”
“Actually he assumed.”
“How do you know?”
“He said, ‘Bring Harm with you,’ and then he said Dora, his wife insisted.”
“So I can’t have you alone yet?” Harm pouted.
“Well only for a few minutes. We can change into civilian attire before we go.” Mac informed him.
“I’ve reserved a car for us. We can drive to the hotel, drop off our things, change and then head for the General’s. Where does he live?” Harm asked.
“Montclair...” Mac said as a flash from the past came to her.
“That’s where Renee lived.” Harm murmured.
“I know.”
“When are they expecting us?” Harm asked thinking about the time it took to get there.
“We have time, Sailor. Let’s get our luggage and go.” Together they retrieved their bags from the luggage claim area and then picked up the rental car. It was a Chrysler made convertible in silver. Harm looked at the car then at Mac.
“It’s not the Corvette but it will do.”
“Let’s go. It looks good to me.” Mc told him as she toss her things in the trunk with his and then climbed in the seat and snapped her seat belt.
The drive to the hotel in Arlington didn’t take long as they hit the traffic lights perfectly after they got off the interstate. They checked in the hotel room and took their things up. They quickly hung up their clothes, each slipping into civilian attire for the evening. Harm chose a pair of light gray slacks and a silvery gray short sleeve knit shirt. Mac, slipped into a colorful sleeveless dress with a short sleeve bolero jacket over it. They were about to leave the room again when Harm stopped Mac by grabbing her hand and tugging her to him.
“I need one kiss before we go...please.” Mac nodded before raising her face to his. The kiss was slow, sweet and gentle yet it conveyed a dormant passion that Mac ached to unleash in her sailor again. She had tasted that passion a month ago and now she wanted more. It would have to wait however as Harm released her and stepped back.
“Lets do this so we can get back.” Mac nodded and this time captured Harm’s hand in hers as they left their room and climbed into the car again. This time Mac drove as she had been to the General’s home before.
It was almost nine o’clock when Harm and Mac arrived at General Creswell’s home. He had been watching for them as he stepped out on the front steps as they climbed from the car.
“Good to see you Colonel...Commander.”
“Thank you sir. I hope we aren’t too late. I tried to explain that we would be late.” Mac apologized.
“Not at all. I’ve only been home for an hour. It was nice to have some down time before we eat. Commander Rabb...it seems like London is suiting you.”
“Yes sir. I’ve made a few changes in procedures since I’ve been there, but over all things are going well.”
“Come on in....Dora? Sarah and Harm are here.”
“Good to see you both again. Would you like a drink before we eat? Or we can sit down...dinner is ready.”
“Dinner would be good,” Harm smiled. He really wanted to get the evening over so he could get back to the hotel and hold Mac in his arms and sleep. He was getting tired and knew that he probably wouldn’t be able to do much more then hold her tonight. He planned to make up for it in the morning...before they headed for Blacksburg to check on Mattie and Tom.
Surprisingly the evening spent with Dora and Gordon Creswell turned out to be more enjoyable then he had anticipated. Watching Mac laugh at the way the Creswell’s were with each other made him feel good. Mac was relaxed with him as well, and often touched him as she talked. She smiled at him across the table a couple of times that made his heart race. When they sat side by side on the sofa to have coffee after dinner, her hand rested on his leg above his knee a few times, and then out of self preservation he had captured it in his hand and held it. As they were getting ready to go, Creswell surprised him again.
“Harm, I did try to find a suitable assignment for you in California, but there just wasn’t anything at the time. There will be an opening at Point Mugu in about three months or if you can wait a year, I think you can get in at El Centro...not as a pilot mind you, but as legal consultant.”
“Harm, isn’t El Centro where the Blue Angels train?” Mac asked him.
“Yeah...it’s tempting, I’ll admit...but I’d like to see how things are going in say six months. By then I hope I’ll know better what my future plans need to be. Thank you for thinking of me sir.”
“You’re welcome. I think you have a lot more talent and ability then you’ve given yourself credit for in the last few years. You deserve to have some happiness as well.”
In the car on the drive back to the hotel, Harm was quiet thinking about this new piece of information. Point Mugu did not hold appeal for Harm. The duty there would be boring after a few weeks, although it would be closer to Mac then London. El Centre, where the Blue Angels trained, would be only a little over two hours from Mac, but if he was expected to travel with the team, then that wouldn’t work either. He would be gone much of the year and in all honesty, that duty could get boring too. No, he still thought he might be thinking retirement after London.
“Harm, you okay?” Mac asked after he had been silent for over half the ride to the hotel.
“I’m fine Mac...although a little weary. I’m afraid I won’t be good for much by the time we get back and have time alone.”
“That’s okay...being close is cool...and we can make up for it in the morning.”
“It’s a deal...” He reached over and encased her small hand in his. It never ceased to amaze him how fulfilling it was to hold her hand. It was as if the electric currents inside each of them built up causing the sparks to fly and the tension to build, yet the simple act of holding hands allowed that electric to flow from one to the other and back again, taking away the tension and the sparks. It left in its wake a warm, loving glow that wrapped itself around them, binding them together in all ways possible.
Mac closed her eyes for a few seconds to allow herself to focus on the warm, strong, gentle hand surrounding hers. Instead of feeling restricted or trapped, she felt free to be who she was and to face any challenge that came her way. Opening her eyes again she watched Harm. He had to be tired. She could see dark circles under his eyes and his face seemed lined tonight more then she’d seen it in quite some time.
“Harm, is everything alright?”
“Yes. Why do you ask?”
“Well, you just seem...I don’t know...like there is a lot more on your mind then you’re letting on.”
“I do have things on my mind, Mac...but nothing that won’t work out with a little time and patience,” Harm assured her.
“Do you want to talk about anything?” Mac offered.
“Not tonight...I just want to crawl into bed, with you in my arms and get some sleep.”
“I can do that.” Mac smiled his way at the same time she realized that they were pulling in to the hotel parking lot.
Together they returned to their room and stripped out of their clothes. Mac sent Harm to the bathroom first. He returned stripped to his boxers and crawled into bed as Mac took her turn. She came out and slipped into the bed next to him, turning on her side so that her back was to him. Mac felt the weight of his arm snaking around her waist and settling her against him.
“Do you mind?” Harm asked as he snuggled his face against her head.
“Not at all. Good-night.”
“‘Night.”
CHAPTER 4
0640 Local
Arlington Hotel
Arlington, Virginia
Harm had opened his eyes to the dimly lit room and realized that hit hadn’t been a dream. He was holding Mac in his arms again. He smiled as he place a kiss on her hair. He realized that she had woven her fingers with his and they were still that way as she slept. A surge of desire for this woman consumed him and he began placing kisses on her ear and neck. His right arm was under him, but from the elbow to the hand he was able to move it. He used it to brush her hair from her face and give him more access to her as she slept.
Mac felt the nibbling kisses and the moist tongue tasting her neck. She tried not to wiggle but his attention was tickling her. She shifted back a little and turned her head to capture his lips with her own.
Harm responded immediately as he explored her mouth with his own while his body hardened at her taste. His left arm, draped across her waist, now began to wander and she felt his large gentle hand caress her breast; his thumb rub across her nipple; while his tongue mated with hers.
Rolling more so that he could have complete access to her body, Mac became aware of the pulsing hardness against her hip. She allowed one hand to slip lower and caress the ridge beneath his boxers. She felt his intake of breath at her touch.
“Mac,” he groaned as she closed her hand around him again briefly and then repeated this attention to the heavy weight beneath the hardness. Harm’s hand continued to caress her breasts, rolling her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. He slid lower, moving his own delicate parts from her eager grasp, but allowing him to reach her breasts with his mouth.
This time it was Mac that groaned and the warm, wet tug, on her breast shot heat through to her core, creating a flood at her very center.
“Oh Harm! I need you...”
“I know, Honey...I need you too...but let’s take our time and savor every moment we’re together....please...” Harm begged for her understanding and willingness to take this slow and make it last. As he had on their first night together - before they had left for their new assignments - Harm touched, tasted, and caressed every inch of her inside and out that he could reach bringing her to the fevered pitch over and over again, before he would allow himself to be satisfied. His boxers and her nightgown were removed in the process.
“Please Harm...I need you inside me now...I need to know you’re feeling pleasure too,” Mac had begged after he rang a fourth release from her in a row. “Let me pleasure you.”
“You do. Watching you reach that place at my hand means a lot to me.”
“I know...it’s just...I need to give you pleasure too Harm.” Their eyes met and locked and as the sun rose outside their bedroom window, Harm finally gave up control to Mac. His body was already alive and singing at every nerve ending, but he lay on his back, hands behind his head, and smiled as he whispered, “I’m all yours.”
Mac returned his smile as she started by kissing his chin and then neck. She gave attention to his nipples and then followed the line of hair to his navel and then lower. She caressed his thighs, sliding her hands between their bodies. She cupped the heavy sacks resting on his thighs below his throbbing erection. She saw he had closed his eyes as he managed to regain a little control so that he could enjoy her attention longer yet. She felt his hips shifting and knew that he was fighting to hold still to let her have her way with him, they way he had enjoyed her body and loss of control before.
Harm opened his eyes just in time to watch her tongue lift the drop gathered at the head of his erection. She smiled and licked her lips before lowering her mouth over his hardness, wrapping her tongue around him to stimulate the nerves on the under side of the ridge of hard flesh. She heard the air hiss into his lungs as she took him deeper into her mouth and then slowly released him as he exhaled again. She repeated the action over and over varying the rhythm and suction as she staked her claim.
“Now...take me inside you now..” Harm moaned as Mac nodded and released his arousal while lifting herself onto her knees and straddling him. She felt his arousal at her moist core and slid onto him, rocking her hips and then rotating them.
“Oh Yes...Harm...help me go faster,” Mac pleaded. Harm spanned her waist with his hands and helped her to lift herself up to increase the pace. He could feel her tighten around him and saw her throw her head back as she begged for him to help her move faster on his shaft. She was panting from her efforts, sweat running in rivulets between her breasts and they bounced above his face.
Harm was close to finding his release at last as well, so he rolled her beneath him and lifted her legs over his shoulders so that he could get the leverage he needed to satisfy them both. His thrusts became hard and fast, and although he didn’t want to hurt her he knew that they both needed to feel the power of their sexual frustrations unleashed at least this one time.
Sliding one finger inside her along side where he filled her, he gathered enough moisture to lubricated the now throbbing bud hidden in her folds. With one arm to support him, and one hand on her bud, he lowered his mouth to her rigid nipple and suckled her breast as he rode the final journey with her as they flew into the sky shattering into a million pieces before slowly coming down off a orgasmic high unlike either had ever experienced.
Harm tried not to collapse directly on her, but to one side, pulling her against him once again. He heard her breathing as rough and ragged as his own.
“You okay?” Harm ventured after awhile.
“Mmmmm...You?” Mac practically purred.
“Oh yeah...don’t think I could run too far at the moment...you drained me Mac.” Harm smiled against her hair again.
“I know...next time you get to have multiple orgasms...I’m exhausted and exhilarated at the same time because of you.” Mac smiled reaching for his hand again.
“Do you want to go back to sleep or go take