2330 ZULU
Jag Headquarters
Friday, Nov. 7, 2003

"I can’t believe you did that to me," Mac huffed indignantly, getting into the passenger side of his SUV after dumping her stack of files into the back seat.

"Oh, come on, Mac. I was getting hosed. And you all were enjoying it entirely too much." He slammed the back door on his side before climbing in the front seat.

"Yeah, well, you didn’t have to be so damn smug about it," she threw back at him, giving him a knowing look while crossing her arms over her chest.

The gesture was so painfully familiar that Harm couldn’t help but smile back at her. Shaking her head at him and chuckling, Mac settled back into her seat as he pulled out of the parking lot.

Even though they were bantering, had been for the better part of a couple of days, nothing had ever seemed more comfortable. He didn’t know what had changed between them from her last visit to his apartment to now, but for the moment he was willing to do anything he could to keep it like this.

Hence his spontaneous invitation to his apartment for dinner and a sea of case work. It was the weekend so getting up in the morning wasn’t a factor. When she had agreed without hesitation, it felt like a huge burden had been lifted. He wasn’t naive enough to think that things were completely back to normal between them; they still had issues...lots of issues. But this was as close to ‘normal’ they’d been in a long time, and he wasn’t about to question it. It felt too good.

Stopping at a light he chanced a glance at her, watching as she sat silently, looking out the car window and tracing the rain that had just started to drizzle down the glass. So much had changed but there was one thing that would always remain the same, she was one beautiful woman. And no one would ever hold a candle to her in his eyes. No one. And right then something shifted in him.

No matter what had been said between them, how much they’d hurt each other, she’d always be the most incredible thing in his world. Watching her now, like this, made him ache with a longing that would never be satisfied until...until she was his, in every way possible. That knowledge made him bold, bold and more than a little bit reckless as he allowed his desire for her to rise to the surface for the first time in a very long time.

Sensing his heated gaze she turned, catching the raw need piercing her from his ice blue eyes. She tried to speak, to say anything, but found the words locked in her throat. "Harm?" she finally managed, confused by his sudden change in attitude. It had only been a few short weeks ago that he had practically turned her away at his apartment for Catherine Gale. He had been so angry at her. Now it was obvious he wanted her and was moving across the seat, coming closer and closer and Mac was confused, panicked and ready for him all at the same time.

A car horn blared and both occupants of the car clearly jumped. Noticing the light was now green, Harm nervously turned in his seat, facing the road once more. Easing forward, he did his best to focus on the slick streets and not what had almost just happened.

Mac was having the same difficulty. After the near miss of a few moments ago, she was now hyper aware of the man sitting next to her. The strength of his hard body, his labored breathing, his scent...

Mac’s breath locked in her chest. Her senses were now on overload, smelling the rich scent of his cologne mixed with that scent that was all his, all Harm. It alone was enough to make her lose all of the common sense she had thought she’d acquired in regards to him. But, as if it had a will of its own, her hand came to rest on his thigh.

Harm’s whole body tensed under her timid touch. Frantically his mind worked to figure out what the hell was happening to them and what, exactly, he wanted to do next. This needed to stop before things got totally out of hand. The only problem was his mind wasn’t cooperating with his body. When he went to remove her hand from his thigh, the moment he touched her skin, the only thing he could do was raise it higher, closer to his need for her. When the fingernail of one delicate finger grazed over the bulge straining against his zipper, he couldn’t hold back a groan.

After what seemed like forever they finally reached his apartment. Slamming the car into park and shutting off the engine, Harm immediately reached for her. Grabbing the back of her head he pulled her all the way forward, their lips meeting in a bruising kiss. When it was her tongue that met his first, Harm backed away abruptly.

"Harm?" His named seemed about all she could manage recently.

"Let’s go." Without waiting for a reply, Harm bolted from the car. Mac was right behind him. She went to reach for the back door to grab the files and was startled when hand and a big bulky body halted her.

"Leave them." In the next instant her hand was in his and she was being pulled along behind him into the building. Inside she followed him down the poorly lit corridor to the elevator. Stepping in, he released her to shut the gate and punch the button for his floor. Turning, he noticed Mac had retreated to the far side of the small space, not quite cowering but putting some distance between them. He could tell by the look in her eyes that she was nervous. Hell, he was too. But things had been pushed too far this time to just let it all go away.

The sound of his shoes on the hard wood floor echoed loudly in her ears as he walked over to her. Suddenly shy she studied her feet, trying desperately to fight the urges that were zinging to every nerve ending of her body at his nearness. Stopping right in front of her he lifted his hand to sift his fingers through the short silky strands of her dark brown hair, meaning to pull her head up to meet his eyes. Feeling the soft, gentleness of his finger tips on her scalp she looked up at him through her lashes.

Smiling, he slowly leaned down to kiss her pouty, slightly parted lips again as the harsh glare of the elevator light danced in the enclosed space, casting their silhouettes against the far wall. In an almost detached fascination she watched them over his shoulder, their shadows moving together.

Sensing her distraction he used it to catch her off guard, burying his tongue between her parted lips. His heart beat quickened as he felt the moist heat of her mouth, her tongue starting to duel with his.

Slipping her arms around his neck was the sign of surrender he needed. Wrapping his arm around her waist, he pushed her back against the wall and up against him all at the same time. Deepening the kiss, their tongues danced and explored each other, learning tastes, expanding need...

The heat from her body threatened to scorch him through her uniform, and like the moth, Harm couldn’t resist. Placing a hand over her heart, Harm could feel its frantic beating even through the heavy material of her jacket. Ending the kiss, he pulled back and she looked up into his eyes, and he willed her to see the fire burning inside him for her. She did, and her desire for him was mirrored in her own.

They had long since reached Harm’s floor, but neither noticed, too wrapped up in the intensity of their first real sexual encounter. When Harm reached for the buttons of her uniform jacket, Mac melted, reaching for him as well. In a blur of activity buttons were opened and clothing pushed aside. Seeing her lace and silk covered breasts for the first time, Harm lowered his mouth to her neck. As his lips touched her sweet hot flesh, her pulse quickened and the fire and hunger began to burn hotter, deeper, as he kissed and licked at the exposed skin. The sweet scent of her perfume assaulted his senses and he grabbed her hips, thrusting his against her, making his need for her known.

Her knees went weak as his lips moved from her neck down to the valley between her breasts before placing wet open mouthed kisses on the swells of flesh peaking out from the top of her bra. Overwhelmed with the sudden need to touch her, his hands moved to the hem of her skirt, his rough palms sliding underneath to graze along her thigh-hi hose, bunching the material up as he moved higher. When the skirt was around her waist, he moved his hands back, caressing the small of her back before sliding across her bottom to pull her closer in his frantic desire for them to finally become one.

In the next instant Harm lifted her and her legs automatically wrapped around his hips, her soft moan echoing in his ears. The feeling of his cock nestled firmly between her legs, sent a jolt of electricity through both of them. With a low growl he reached for the cups of her bra, pulling them down just enough to expose the pebbled peaks of her nipples. When he sucked one, then the other into his mouth she cried out and arched into him, her body begging for more.

The pulsing between her legs became almost painful as he moved his lips back up her neck and then once again to her lips, devouring her. Just as soon, he pulled away, taking her all in. Seeing her skin glow from the iridescent light, her hair wild, her breasts heaving with each breath she took...she was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.

He wasn’t the only one taking it all in. Seeing those hard muscles in his arms flex as he looked down at her, his skin glistening...from his handsome face down to that scrumptious hollow in his neck. His broad shoulders, down his chest to his stomach, that line of fine, dark hair that disappeared under his belt. She smiled wickedly, her eyes sparkling as she took in his arousal before licking her lips.

That unconscious action stripped him of whatever control he had left. Reaching between them he flicked open the button of his pants before unzipping them. Mac went to help, her hands moving to his firm ass and pushing his pants and boxer down just far enough to free him. Unable to stop herself she looked at him, that once forbidden part of him, with its dark brown hair surrounding it. She could almost taste him, the tip of her tongue running along her bottom lip, her teeth closing over it to suppress the urge to drop to her knees and take him in her mouth.

His eyes along with his hand, moved down her body from her beautiful full breasts to her stomach, circling her belly button before moving lower to trace his fingers over her very wet lace covered center. Not willing to wait another second he rubbed the inside of her thighs before nudging the elastic of her panties to the side. Catching a glimpse of her beautifully trimmed mound, his cock jumped at the mere thought of burring himself deep inside her hot, moist center.

Slowly slipping his fingers across her lower lips, Mac stifled a scream as first one, than another finger entered her. Unable to catch her breath she let him know what he was doing to her with a loud gasp of pleasure.

As soon as it started he stopped, withdrawing his fingers from her slick channel. Her eyes flew open, scared that he had changed his mind and that what they had just shared was over. But meeting his steady gaze, Mac found herself almost shrinking from the raw lust she saw glittering in his eyes.

"Harm, please...please..." she whimpered when just the tip of his finger again grazed her clit.

"You want me, Mac. Me. No one else but me." The possessive tone of his voice sent shivers down her spine.

"Yes..."

"Say it, Sarah. Say you want to fuck me." He tightened his bruising grip on her thighs.

"Yes! God yes, Harm I want you to fuck me. Please."

Her plea barely left her lips before he entered her. Their mutual shouts of pleasure rang out, neither one caring who heard them. With a need greater than he’d ever known he slid all the way into her as far as he could go, her tight wet walls clutching him with every movement. Moving together in perfect rhythm, she rode him, raising her hips as she met every thrust, chanting his name over and over. The tightening of her muscles soon signaled the end and she moaned, raking her nails across his back in sheer ecstasy. One final push was all it took, as the waves of her orgasm washed over them both. Her release sparked his and they came in an explosion, their bodies melting together.

Slowly the throbbing of their bodies subsided, and as they slowly return to earth in each others arms, Harm felt fear for the first time since he’d started touching her. His face was buried in the crook of her neck and he stayed there, afraid to move, to look in her eyes. Afraid to see the disgust in them that he himself was feeling at his total disregard for her feelings.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen. There first time wasn’t supposed to be some...animalistic mating against a wall, in his elevator of all places. It was supposed to be special. God, when would he ever get it right with her?

Sensing the sudden tension in him, Mac called to him. "Harm." When she got no answer she tried again. "Harm, look at me."

With great reluctance, knowing he’d have to face her sometime, he raised his head. Shock was the first thing to register at the beautiful smile on her lips. She wasn’t angry. She wasn’t disgusted. In fact, she looked rather pleased. Pleased and well and truly ravished.

"You look so beautiful," he said, unable to keep the awe out of his voice while tracing a finger over her swollen lips.

Absurdly pleased at the compliment, Mac leaned close to his ear and whispered...

 

Okay all. Either take this as a fanfic challenge and someone pick it up from here, or fill in the blanks. Imagination is a beautiful thing...<g>

The End.