HARM’S APARTMENT
NORTH OF UNION STATION
MONDAY 2245 EST

"Damn computer!" Harm sat struggling with the laptop computer that was placed in the center of his desk. He’d never been very good with it, and why he’d ever bought it in the first place was beyond him.

When he’d purchased it originally, when he’d left for the Henry, it had been under the guise that it would make his life easier. He’d be able to work from where ever he was, send e-mail, talk to his mother more. But, every time he had sat down to try to figure out more than just the basics, he had just given up and did it the old fashioned way. He still wrote on legal pads, mailed letters, and called his mom on the phone. What is they say about old dogs and new tricks?

He had been trying, futilely, for the last hour to set it up to send instant messages. Harm had been watching Harriet and Bud go back and forth for weeks. Now, Mac was gone on assignment and he really missed talking to her. Knowing she always carried her laptop with her, Harm decided to give the IM thing a shot. Piece of cake, right? But damn it all. Now, when he really wanted to use it, the stupid thing wouldn’t cooperate. He was in the middle of shutting it down and re-booting when the phone rang.

"Rabb."

"Hey, Sailor. How’s it going?"

His heart started to beat just a little bit faster. "Hey, Mac. I’m just sitting here trying to figure out this stupid computer and going insane. Other than that I’m fine. How about you? How’s Hawaii?"

"Ah, well, you know. Sand, sunshine, gorgeous half naked men, and little umbrella drinks," she replied wistfully.

"You aren’t indulging in those little umbrella drinks are you?" He wasn’t about to justify the half naked men comment.

"Little VIRGIN umbrella drinks. Is that better?"

"Better. So, it’s been rough, huh," Harm quipped, sarcastically.

"Yep, just terrible," she replied, her laughter sending slight ripples through his body.

Feeling a tad bit uncomfortable, Harm chose to change the subject. Preferably to the subject of when she’d be coming home. "Well, how’s the investigation going?"

"It went well."

"Went?"

"Yeah., it’s done and over with. Mickles crumbled under the pressure, admitted to stealing the funds, and agreed to take whatever punishment the government deemed necessary."Mac finished triumphantly.

"Great, so you’ll be heading back home then?" He couldn’t help but sound hopeful. He had really missed her.

"Nope, not yet. The Admiral gave me until the end of the week. I had some time coming and he told me to take it."

Harm couldn’t help the disappointment that crept into him. "But it’s only Monday and you’ve been gone for two weeks already." He knew he was sounding like a whiney 3 year old, he just couldn’t seem to help it.

"Yeah, and your point is, Harm?" When he didn’t answer immediately, Mac ventured on. "What? Do you miss me?" she asked, hopeful.

"Um, well we’ve been really busy here lately. I’m just surprised the Admiral agreed to it. That’s all." The lame excuse didn’t go unnoticed by either of them.

And it certainly wasn’t the answer Mac was hoping for. "Well, I’m sorry but the rest of you will just have to muddle through the next couple of days without me." Mac tried to keep the hurt out of her voice but failed miserably.

Damn! She was hurt, and Harm mentally cursed himself for being a coward and not being able to tell her he really did miss her. "Look, Mac, I didn’t mean that...well, what I meant was...well, you know that..."

"Harm, forget it. I’m going to go to the beach and just relax and bake in the sun for the next couple of hours. Have a nice night."

"Mac, wait. Please, I..," Harm searched for the right words to apologize but couldn’t quite find them. "Have fun at the beach."

Again dejected by his response, Mac replied. "Yeah, I’ll try. I’ll see you in a couple of days."

"All right. And, Mac?"

"Yes, Harm?"

"I...I do miss you."

Her breathing stopped with that one sentence. Finding her voice once more Mac answered. "I miss you too, Harm."
With that the connection was broken.

HARM’S APARTMENT
NORTH OF UNION STATION
TUESDAY 20:35

The next night he called her instead. This time he tried to make it more personal, promising himself he wouldn’t even bring up the subject of work, his intent to show her exactly how much he missed her. Of course what was it they say about the best laid plans...

"So, still sitting on the beach, Marine?"

"Sure thing, partner. It’s absolutely gorgeous here. Wish you could see it. It’s amazing."

Harm sighed. He wished he could see it too. "So what have you been doing? Isn’t it awfully lonely there all by yourself?"

There was a brief pause but then her soft voice filled the empty space over the line. "Yeah, kind of. But it’s not any different than how my life has been the last year. I’m still alone. It’s just a different location."

Harm closed his eyes for a minute, willing himself to find the right words to say to her. "I know what you mean, Mac. It’s been pretty lonely over here too."

More silence ensued, and when she finally spoke she tried to joke but it didn’t come off that way. "Yeah, well at least you’ve had some offers. Most men seem to avoid me like the plague."

"Offers? What are you talking about?" he asked incredulously. There hadn’t been anyone since Renee.

"Hmm...well let me see...there was that little get together you went to with Bobbi, but then of course Sturgis showed up."

‘How in the hell did she know about that?’

"Then there was Petty Officer Coats..."

"Okay, now wait a minute. She is way too young..."

"Even so, she still would have jumped at the chance had it been offered."

"Well, it wasn’t, Mac. So she doesn’t really count." he countered indignantly.

"And then there was Jorgenson."

"Oh, please."

"Oh please my ass. She wanted to ‘debrief’ you for crying out loud. And let’s not forget about Caroline."

Harm groaned at the mention of that last name. She had called several times since then to offer her...um, services, but he had just kept putting her off. ‘No need to make mention of that...’ "Come on, Mac. Surely there have to be some prospects out there for you," his gut knotted at just the thought of her with someone else. What in god’s name was he doing?

"Oh yeah. I’m just overwhelmed by all the attention."

"It can’t be that bad," he replied, sounding sincere, although inside he was jumping for joy that she was unattached.

"Oh it is. Even Harriet has been pushing me to widen my horizons. She suggested joining some chat rooms on the internet, you know just getting out there and meeting some people."

"Is she crazy?! What if you hooked up with some psychotic, mass murderer?"

"Geez, that’s a little dramatic don’t you think?"

"No, I don’t. You never know what you’re getting into in those rooms."

"Well, big brother, I’m a big girl. I think I can handle it," she replied sarcastically.

"I told you once. I don’t think of you like a sister, Mac."

"Yeah, I remember." She paused a moment before continuing. "You know, you really should get that computer of your’s set up. We could IM like Bud and Harriet do. It would save us a hell of a lot of money on phone bills."

"It’s not that much. Besides I really would rather hear your voice." Harm blushed slightly at the admission.

"I like talking to you too, but you can do all sorts of things with IM too."

She giggled after that last statement and Harm couldn’t help but think he was about to get a bomb dropped on him. "What’s so funny, Marine?"

"Hmm...it’s nothing really," she hedged.

"It didn’t sound like nothing so spill."

"Okay, but you have to promise not to tell Bud and Harriet I told you."

Harm crossed his finger over his heart even though she couldn’t see it. "I promise."

"Harriet told me that they even have...um, sex through IM."

Harm was astonished. "You’ve got to be kidding me?!"

"Nope, totally serious. Hey, you do what you gotta do," Mac said matter of factly.

"Yeah, but...well I’ve heard of people doing that but I’ve never...well, I mean...I mean, Christ, could you really do something like that? Or with a total stranger?" Harm sputtered.

"Oh, I don’t know. It'd be kind of interesting, I think. I mean it’s all fantasy anyway. It would probably be easier than really having sex. It could be totally anonymous if you wanted it to, or it could be with someone you know. I’ve never tried it but it can’t be much different from phone sex."

Harm almost choked. "Which you’ve engaged in?"

"Don’t tell me you’ve never had phone sex, Harmon Rabb. I’d definitely tell you you’re full of shit."

This conversation had gotten completely out of hand, really, really fast. "Um, Mac..."

She knew he was getting ready to bolt but didn’t seem to care. "Take us for instance."

"What...what about us," Harm croaked out.

"Well, I probably would. Wouldn’t you try it if you had the chance?"

‘Only with you.’ "I don’t really know, Mac. I’ve never really thought about it."

"Yeah me neither until just now." ‘Coward’ she thought to herself. ‘Of course you have. Every time either you or Harm is away you think about it.’ Unknowingly, Mac sighed rather loudly.

"You okay, Mac?"

"I’m fine," she lied. "Look, I’m gonna let you go. You have to be exhausted."

Not wanting to but knowing she was right, he agreed. "Yeah, I had better get to bed. Talk to you tomorrow?" he asked hopefully.

Mac gave a soft chuckle. "You bet. Night night, Sailor. Sweet dreams."

He knew exactly what he would dream about tonight. "Sleep sweet, Marine."

Hanging up, Harm immediately felt the sense of lose that always followed losing the connection to her. Laying back on his bed, he stared at the ceiling, their conversation playing over and over through his head. Who’d have thought Mac had a naughty side to her? The thought both excited him and scared him to death.

His last thought before drifting off to sleep? Need to get Instant Messenger. ASAP!

JAG HEADQUARTERS
HARM’S OFFICE
WEDNESDAY 09:45 EST

"Whoa! Hey, Tiner? Could you come here for a minute?"

Poking his head inside the door, Tiner answered. "Yes, Commander?"

"I need your help."

Always eager to help out, Tiner gushed excitedly, "Sure. What can I do for you, Sir?"

"I need for you to help me set up this damn computer so that I can send instant messages. I tried but I’m not sure if I’m doing it right."

"Oh sure. It’s really easy. Here let me show you." For the next twenty minutes, Tiner showed Harm everything there was to know about sending messages, buddy lists, abbreviations. Soon, Harm was on his way, riding down that superhighway into a whole new and exciting world.

"Thanks. I’ll take it from here," Harm replied with more confidence than he really felt.

"Yes, Sir. If there’s anything else I can do, just let me know."

"You got it, Tiner." Waiting until the young petty officer left, Harm quickly logged in and began searching for Mac’s ID. Trying everything he could think of, he was about to give up when he thought of something else. "I haven’t called her that in years. Surely she’s forgotten..." Going for broke, Harm typed in the ID, chuckling to himself when her profile popped up on the screen.

‘I’ve got you now, Ninja Girl.’ Sending out his invitation, all he could do now was wait. Harm was shocked, however, when her response was almost immediate.

Mac: Well, well, Harmon Rabb. What a surprise. So, you finally joined the rest of the modern world, huh?
Harm: Sure did. And I have you to thank for it.
Mac: Me? What did I have to do with anything?
Harm: I told you last night. I miss you. And this way we can talk anytime without the long distance charges, like you said.
Mac: Always practical, Squid. LOL.
Harm: Hey! I was just trying to be nice. : (
Mac: HA!
Harm: I was!
Mac: Ok, Harm. Whatever you say.
Harm: So, still enjoying the beach?

(It was almost starting to be the question of the day.)

Mac: Yep! It's HEAVENLY
Harm: Lucky Girl
Mac: Yeah. You know after basking in the sun for the last couple of weeks I don’t think I’m ever coming back to D.C.

(Harm tensed at the thought but played it off for the joke he knew it was intended to be.)

Harm: That great huh?
Mac: You have no idea.

(Oh, I’ve got a few. Starting with...)

Harm: So...what are you wearing?
Mac: LOL! Wouldn’t you like to know?!
Harm: Of course I do. Got to get the visual right in my mind.
Mac: Visual, huh?
Harm: Yeah. So, which is it? One piece or two?
Mac: Hmmm...one piece as in like Australia one piece?

(Harm’s fingers froze in place over the keys, his brain trying to fully comprehend a topless Mac. He couldn’t in Australia and he couldn’t now. His lower body didn’t seem to have any trouble picturing it though.)

Mac: You still there, Harm?

(Forcing himself back to the present, Harm tried to type a reply.)

Harm: Yeah, I’m still here. Just got a whole new mental picture now. Wow.
Mac: I’ll just bet you do. Don’t worry, Navy. All my major areas are covered.
Harm: Whew
Mac: What’s the matter?
Harm: Just don’t want other men ogling you.
Mac: Sounding pretty possessive there, Harm.
Harm: So what if I am? Would that bother you?
Mac: Maybe a little.
Harm: Why is that?
Mac: Because
Harm: You’re going to have to come up with a better reason than that.
Mac: So, are you at work?
Harm: Nice try, Marine, but you’re not getting out of this that easy.
Mac: Harm, I really don’t think we should get into this at all.
Harm: Why not? Wouldn’t it be easier to do this over the net, when we don’t have to...

(When he didn’t continue, Mac finished for him.)

Mac: See each other?
Harm: Well, yeah.
Mac: Harm
Harm: What?
Mac: That’s just it, I want to see you when we have this conversation.

(Harm didn’t know what to say.)

Harm: Mac
Mac: Look, Harm. Go back to work. I’ll talk to you later.
Harm: Wait.
Mac: Harm
Harm: Mac, ok. I promise, nothing too heavy. We’ll just keep it light. I just want to talk to you. Please?
Mac: Light, huh?
Harm: I promise.
Mac: All right. Well, then since you’re being such a good boy, I’ll let you in on a little secret.
Harm: Lay it on me, Mac.
Mac: There are barely two pieces to this tiny, red swim suit I’m wearing.

(Harm felt his mouth go dry and his palms start to sweat all at the same time.)

Harm: Wow. Now I have the mental picture and some...other things to deal with. Thanks a lot, Mac.
Mac: You are very welcome, Harm. Anything you need me to help you with, Sailor?

(He could almost see her saucy smile. Two could play at this game.)

Harm: Well there is one thing that could use your attention.
Mac: Maybe later. I don’t think it would be too wise to take care of that "problem" sitting at your desk in the middle of JAG ops. Right now, you had better get back to work. You know, take your mind off of it. <wink>

(Ha! Work, yeah sure. Like he’d be able to get anything done now. But he sure as hell wasn’t going to tell her that, not after their conversation last night. Instead he said...)

Harm: Yeah, you’re right. Will you be on later?
Mac: Sure, I’ll be around.
Harm: Later then.
Mac: Later.

Holy shit! Harm sat there, stunned, wondering if what just happened had really happened. Had Mac just offered to have...to take care of his problem? Would she really have had cyber sex with him? No way! She was just feeling brave without him really there. Harm had to admit, it had been a whole lot easier to talk to her and open up without having to see her, or hear her. ‘I wonder how far she would really let it go?’

Harm couldn’t help the smirk that played about his lips at the thought of getting her "alone" later tonight. "We’ll just see how brave you really are, Marine." ‘Hell, who am I kidding?’ Harm thought to himself. ‘We’ll just see how brave I am.’

HARM’S APARTMENT
NORTH OF UNION STATION
WEDNESDAY 18:45 EST

Harm had just walked in, having opted to pick up some Chinese take out on his way home instead of fixing anything. He was really anxious to get back on the computer and talk to Mac.

"No wonder people get addicted to this stuff," Harm muttered to his empty apartment. His stomach was fluttering at just the thought that in a little while he would be talking to her, maybe doing more than that with her, if this morning was anything to go by. But really, how was one supposed to know what to say during cyber sex. It was totally new territory for him.

So, after talking to her over the phone and having their conversation this morning, Harm had went to the nearest book store on his lunch hour, breaking down and actually buying a copy of the raciest looking romance novel he could find. He felt his cheeks flush in memory of the look the lady behind the counter had given him. He had mumbled something about picking it up for his wife but by the look on the clerk’s face, she hadn’t believed a word he said, choosing to remain smugly silent.

Taking the trashy book back to work he had scanned through the pages, amazed that women actually read that garbage and seemed to enjoy it. Unbelievable. But reminding himself of his purpose he had read when he should have been working on that mountain of paperwork sitting on his desk. He had finished it too, soaking up all of the sexual references like a sponge, storing them away in case the need should arise. Maybe he’d find out later tonight..

"Oh hell, I’m insane. This is Mac. This is me, for Christ’s sake. This isn’t us. No, IF I get on later and talk to her, that’s all it we be. Talking. There’s no way she would really go for that. There’s no way I could actually suggest it." Harm stopped in the middle of his living room area, suddenly realizing he had been pacing the room and talking to himself. "Certifiable," he mumbled before sitting on the couch and spreading the food out on the coffee table.
Two hours later Harm was still warring with himself. If he was going to do it he just needed to do it and get it over with. What was it he had said to her a few weeks ago in that mine field? The first step is always the hardest. ‘Well, damn it, Rabb. Get your ass up and go turn on your computer,’ he chided himself.

Pulling out the computer from it’s case, he was on his way over to his desk when he decided that he would just talk to her in bed. After all, she wouldn’t have to know where he was, right? That was the beauty of cyber space. You could create whatever world you wanted to. And that way he’d be more comfortable if he...needed to be more comfortable. ‘Hell, might as well be prepared. Just in case...’

Reaching his bed, Harm set up the computer on top of the down comforter. Before settling down, Harm went around the apartment, turning off lights and inspecting the doors and windows. ‘Okay, enough stalling. Hell, might as well lose most of the clothes too,’ he reasoned with himself. Clad only in his crisp, white boxers, Harm finally laid down, hitting the on button on the computer at the same time.

Windows popped up automatically, and with relative ease, Harm found himself staring at the connect prompt. Hesitating once more, Harm drew a deep breath and clicked the button.

His heart hammered in his chest when he saw her name. Praying for more courage, Harm quickly typed before he completely lost his nerve.

Harm: Hey, Ninja Girl.
Mac: Hey there. I was beginning to wonder about you.
Harm: Sorry. Been a long day.
Mac: Work’s really that bad, huh?
Harm: Just busy. Things just aren’t the same without you here.
Mac: What? You actually having to do some work, Sailor?
Harm: It’s not about the work, Mac. It’s really kind of lonely, no one to play with and all.
Mac: There are other kids on the playground, Harm. Play with Sturgis.

(Harm smiled at her playful banter before typing)

Harm: Sturgis is okay, but he’s not nearly as much fun as you.
Mac: Careful there, Harm. One might get the impression that you really miss me.
Harm: Good, because I do.
Mac: So, tell me then. If you missed me so much, what in the world took you so long to log on and talk to me? I thought, there for a while, you were just gonna stand me up this evening.

(Hmmm...there’s a thought. I could stand her up...and push her up against the door of her hotel room. My hands roaming over her bikini clad body before peeling it away from her smooth...)

Mac: You still there.

BUZZ

(The chime shook Harm out of his current train of thought. Harm blushed profusely, even knowing Mac would have no way of knowing what he had been thinking about.)

Harm: Sorry, Mac. Just got distracted there for a second.
Mac: You gonna answer my question?
Harm: I’m sorry. What was the question?
Mac: Distracted, huh? Okay then. New question. What were you thinking about, a minute ago, that had you so distracted?

(Oh, crap. What was he gonna say to her?)

Harm: I don’t think you really want to know, Mac.
Mac: Of course I do. Come on. You can tell me, Harmy.
Harm: Harmy? Are you flirting with me, Mac?

(Now he was just plain floored.)

Mac: Yep. I’ll pout too, if it will get me my way.

(He could just see her lower lip quivering. ‘Okay, here goes nothing,’ Harm plunged ahead.)

Harm: Well, if you really want to know, I was thinking about you.

(There was now a slight pause on her end. Harm was getting worried. ‘Great. Now you’ve done it, Rabb.’)

Mac: So, you were distracted thinking about me?
Harm: Yeah.
Mac: Thinking of me personally or in a professional capacity?

Harm chuckled. Even hundreds of miles away, she was still teasing him...and turning him on like nobody’s business.

Looking down at his lower half, Harm groaned, thoroughly disgusted at his already semi-aroused state.

Harm: Well, definitely personal. Although, some members of your gender have used the actions in my thoughts in a professional capacity.

(‘What is wrong with me? Did I really just say that?’)

Mac: You mean...Oh my God! You are so bad.
Harm: Who me?
Mac: Don’t even play innocent with me, mister!
Harm: I would never. But, if you’re still willing to take care of my earlier problem I wouldn’t object.
Mac: ROTFLMAO! Why Harmon Rabb! Are you propositioning me?
Harm: Yes, Ms. Mackenzie, I think maybe I am.
Mac: Hmm. This is definitely an interesting turn of events.
Harm: What? You’re surprised?
Mac: Well, yeah actually.
Harm: Why is that?
Mac: I don’t know. I guess because I always just thought that, well, that you didn’t think of me like that.
Harm: Like what?
Mac: Like you wanted me, you know, that way.
Harm: Why would you think that, Mac?
Mac: Well hell, Harm, I don’t know. Maybe because you’ve just never showed any interest in me as a woman before.

(Was she nuts?)

Harm: Is that what you really think? That I don’t want you?
Mac: Maybe we should just talk about something else.
Harm: I don’t want to talk about something else. I want to talk about this.
Mac: All right then. What, exactly, were you thinking about me, Harm?

(Oh God. She was giving him the go. Could he really do this?)

Harm: I...
Mac: Yes?

(Here goes nothing.)

Harm: I was thinking about you, in that little red swim suit.
Mac: Oh really? What about it?
Harm: About how much I want to take it off of you.
Mac: Reaaly?
Mac: Oops. Shit. I mean really?

(Harm smiled. So, he wasn’t the only one effected by their little game.)

Harm: Yes, really.
Mac: So, what else would you like to do to me?
Harm: Well, I think there was some mention of "standing you up."
Mac: And just where do you intend to do that?
Harm: Against the wall of your hotel room will do for now.
Mac: Wouldn’t the bed be more comfortable?
Harm: Later. Right now I want to touch you and the wall is closer.

(Harm countered, starting to really get into it.)

Mac: Okay, we’re at the wall. Now, what are you going to do to me?
Harm: Spin you around. Your hands are braced against the wall and I’m standing behind you, so close but still not touching you.
Mac: Oh my, Harm.
Harm: You are in your room right now, right? I mean...you’re not really on the beach. Are you?

(What a stupid question. You really think she’d be doing this with you in front of everyone?)

Mac: Um...no, I’m in my room.
Harm: Good. Leaning in, I nuzzle your neck, breathing in your sweet but spicy scent that drives me insane.

(‘Oh wow, I can really smell her.’)

Harm: You smell so good, Mac.
Mac: I can feel your warm breath fanning over my skin.
Harm: Then taking you by surprise, grabbing your shoulders, I turn you around to face me.
Mac: All the air rushes out of my body as I wait, wondering what you have in store for me next.
Harm: I stare down at you, focused on your mouth, watching as you lick your lips in anticipation.
Mac: I need to kiss you, Harm.
Harm: I've been waiting for this ever since we talked earlier.
Harm: that’s all I’ve thought about all day
Harm: pressing against you, touching you, feeling you
Mac: Please, Harm.
Harm: Please what, Mac?
Mac: Please touch me.

(Taking in a shaky breath, Harm began to type with unsteady fingers)

Harm: I step in between your legs, spreading them wider to make room for me.
Mac: Yesss.
Harm: I’m still not quite touching you but my lips wander over your neck.
Harm: Nibbling
Harm: Sucking
Harm: Nipping across your smooth skin before seeking out your lips
Mac: I am so hot. My body is on fire...

(‘I can feel him...oh, God, I can really feel him.’)

Harm: I look up and see that hot, desperate look in your eyes and that’s all it takes.
Mac: Harm
Harm: Our mouths meet, our tongues slowly sliding, mating with each other.
Mac: ohhh, this is so good...
Harm: I thrust my tongue deeper into your mouth, tasting your flavor.
Harm: I'm addicted to it already. I’ll never get enough of kissing you, Mac.
Mac: Mmmm...
Harm: Are you whimpering, Mac?
Mac: Yes
Harm: Tell me you want this. Say it.

(He was desperate. He needed her, this.)

Mac: Please, Harm.
Harm: Say it, Sarah. Tell me you want me.
Mac: I want you, Harm. Please, I need you.
Harm: My fingers move to the bikini strings at your neck, pulling the ends before letting them drop off your shoulders, pulling down the tiny red scraps of material and fully exposing your incredible breasts to my hungry gaze
Mac: Oh, Harm...
Harm: Reverently, I palm one then the other squeezing

(Incredible! He could really feel her. How was this possible?)

Harm: Rubbing
Mac: Oh please don’t stop.
Harm: My hands leave your breasts only to settle on the bikini strings at the swell of your hips.
Mac: Hurry
Harm: Torturously slow I pull...
Mac: Harm...
Harm: One long continuous moan starts from the back of your throat as I nudge your thighs even farther apart with my knee, spreading your legs wider
Mac: please H...arm
Harm: my hand reaches between your thighs, palming your wet mound
Mac: I cant breathe
Harm: My whole hand starts to rub you, completely stroking you back and forth
Harm: While my tongue flicks at the base of your ear, sending shivers through your body
Mac: Harm, you’re driving me crazy.
Harm: Moving my way down the silky skin of your throat, I pause to nip at your collar bone.
Mac: Uhhhh
Harm: You like?
Mac: Oh, yeah.
Harm: We’ll come back to it some other time. Promise.
Harm: Leaving your collar bone I continue working my way to your breasts so slowly...
Harm: Now my lips are teasing the area around your nipples, torturing you, never quite touching the tips
Mac: Please
Harm: Not yet....
Mac: I need you...so badly
Harm: Goose bumps break out on your body as you shiver
Mac: I can feel the sensation to the tips of my toes.
Harm: Finally, I suck one of your sensitive nipples into my mouth as you rub against my hand and my leg.

(Damn, this is intense.)

Mac: Ahhhh
Harm: After lavishing attention to both of your breasts I kiss you again before finding your center
Harm: My finger slides in so easily. You’re so wet...
Mac: Mmmmm
Harm: As I plunge first one, then another into you, I capture the gasp you make as my mouth covers yours.
Mac: Jesus, Harm.

(Okay, that’s it. I want more than this.)

Blindly reaching for his cordless phone, Harm hit the speed dial. "Come on, Mac. Pick up. Pick up, damn it!"

After a few moments a breathless Mac answered the phone. "Col. Mackenzie."

"Mac..." Harm groaned over the line.

"Harm, what are you doing?"

"Fuck this computer, I want to hear you the first time I make you come," he grunted while trying desperately to remove the rest of his clothing. "Besides, it's too hard to type one handed."

"Oh my..."

"Do you...do you still want to?" Harm pleaded. ‘Please don’t let her say no.’

"Yes. Harm, I need you."

That was enough encouragement for him. "I move my fingers, pumping slowly in and out of you," Mac’s moans filled his ears and spurred him on. Reaching down, Harm grasped his penis and began stroking it.

"Your hands feel so good, Harm..." Her husky voice caressed him.

"Pulling my fingers out, I smile at your disappointed groan."

"No," Mac did indeed groan in protest.

"Instead of giving you what you want I reach up and put my fingers up to your lips. Slowly you suck each one sensuously into your mouth."

"Mmmm, I love tasting myself on you..." she purred seductively.

This time it was Harm’s turn to let out a groan. "Then my mouth is back on yours searching for the taste of you."

"Oohhh God..."

"I plunder your mouth, roughly exploring, my tongue battling with yours." ‘Plunder? Good one, Rabb.’

"Oh, I can't think when you’re doing that," Mac managed to choke out.

"Don’t think, Mac. Just go with it. You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to touch you, to feel you in my arms."

"I’ve wanted you too, for so long. Now it’s my turn to touch you." The almost savage growl that came across the line gave Mac all the encouragement she needed. It didn’t take much to encourage her. She had some fantasies of her own to work from. "Wanting to feel your skin against mine I rip open your shirt sending buttons flying and finally exposing your incredible chest to me. Then my hands reach for your torn shirt and yank it down your arms, while at the same time latching onto one of your nipples. Biting...sucking..."

With images of Mac undressing him, touching him, his control was all but gone. "Damn, this feels so right, Mac."

"I brush my lips across your neck and soon begin to nibble my way to your ear lobe," Mac continued, "my naked body rubbing against yours."

"Your nipples are brushing against my chest and it's driving me wild. I need you, Mac. Now, please?"

"Do it, Harm," she consented.

"My hands crush you to me, raising you up until your legs wrap around my waist. I think it’s time to try out that bed."

"I totally agree, Sailor."

Harm managed a small smile at her endearment before focusing again on the task at hand. "I settle you in the middle of the bed before I press you onto your back, settling between your thighs, our lips still fused," Harm was having trouble breathing, the thought of being between Sarah Mackenzie’s legs almost sending him completely over the edge. But there were other things he wanted to do first, if only this one time. ‘Please, God. Don’t let this be the only time.’

"I start moving slowly down your body, pausing only briefly to lick both nipples before moving even farther down."

"Aahhhh, Harm..."

"I spread your legs until you are completely exposed to me."

"I love the feel of your mouth, moving over my body," Mac purred.

"I raise your legs and place them over my shoulders as I lower my mouth to your dripping mound, my mouth latching onto your clit as my fingers plunge into you. Are you touching yourself, Mac?" he asked, his hand moving furiously over his engorged flesh.

"Ooohhhhh yeah!"

"You're moaning so loud as I lick and suck and bite, feasting on your sensitive inner skin."

"I grind myself against you uncontrollably, bucking...I need more. It’s...oh, Harm, it’s not enough." Mac’s breath was coming in shallow pants, and Harm could tell she was really close.

"My fingers pump rapidly in and out of you as your hips grind against my mouth. I know that you’re playing with your nipples, twisting and pulling them...God, you are so beautiful like this, Mac."

"This so incredible. It’s like you’re really here. Touching me, caressing me, tasting me..."

"I know...I flatten my tongue and rub it over your exposed clit, rubbing it back and forth, rolling...pulling..." His own hand had increased speed, pumping up and down on his throbbing shaft. "You're bucking harder and screaming louder with each movement."

"Ohhh, Harm!"

"Don’t hold back, Sarah. Come on." Harm encouraged her. "My tongue goes in farther and farther."

"Uhhh...I can’t breathe..."

"The bed is rocking, harder and faster, making the lamp fall off the night stand."

"To hell with the lamp, Harm," she ground out.

This was it. He could tell by the little whimpering noises she was making. "You squeeze your thighs around my head as you come, gushing into my mouth. Come on, Mac. Give me what I want, what I need." He was so close, the intense orgasm building in his own loins was almost unbearable.

"Oh...oh...ohhh yeessss!" she screamed.

Harm clenched his teeth, listening to Mac’s fading orgasm over the line. Waiting until he could hear here more steady breathing, Harm continued. "My mouth seeks out yours and almost savagely I take it...it’s mine. You know that. Don’t you, Mac?" Harm growled possessively.

"Always, Harm. It’s yours," Mac replied emphatically.

"Our tongues slide against each other and the feeling is so erotic. Kissing you is just so fucking good, Mac." ‘I can’t believe I’m doing this.’

Never in a million years would she have ever imagined doing this, and with Harm no less. Mac wasn’t really used to this side of him but she had to admit, it was really, really sexy. There was still some unfinished business to take care of, however. "Mmhmm...Now it’s your turn, Sailor."

Harm groaned in response, imagining just what she was about to "do" to him. He didn’t have to wait for long to find out.

"Flipping you onto your back I straddle your hips, towering over you."

"Oh, yeah..."

"My nails grazing along your chest, scraping, teasing while I rub against you."

The mental picture she was painting was breathtaking. Closing his eyes, Harm let his imagination run wild with images of Mac, naked and beautiful, writhing on top of him. "Mac...please."

"My mouth replaces my fingers, working my way down your body, tasting you, teasing you."

"Damn it, Mac. Now. Do it now." He could feel the familiar tightening in his body, he wasn't going to last much longer.

"Mmmmm...licking my lips, I catch your eyes before wrapping my hand around you, sliding up and down . Slowly I lower my mouth, licking just around the tip of your cock before I take all of you in."

"Oh, Jesus..." This was Mac; Mac talking dirty to him. ‘Hot damn!’ Faster and faster his hips bucked up to meet his own hand.

"Reaching down with the other hand I fondle your sac while I suck, moving you in and out of my lips." His hands mirrored her words, coaxing himself to his own orgasm.

"Ma...Mac!"

"That’s it. Come on, Harm. Come for me, baby."

Her breathless moan combined with the ministrations of his own hands finally became to much.

"Uh...uh...I’m...I’m..."

"Harm..."

"Oh, yeah," he shouted, his seed spilling out of his body. His movements slowed, easing the last of the tension out of his body, leaving him weak and in serious need of oxygen...and maybe a towel.

"You okay over their, Flyboy?"

Harm was still coming down off of his high, but he tried to answer. "Oh man, Mac. If we can do this over the phone, I can only imagine what real sex would be like."

"Yeah," she managed to utter, trying to catch her own breath. She was still reeling from the incredible passion they had just shared. It had been so lifelike, so real.

Silently they laid there. Moments stretched into minutes and the silence finally grew unbearable. Neither party really knew what to say in the awkward after moments of their "first time" together.

Harm’s mind was racing a mile a minute. Had they just ruined everything?

"Harm?"

Where did they go from here? Were they a couple now? If not, did she want to be?

"Harm."

If she didn’t, how was he going to be able to even look at her again and not die of embarrassment?

"Harm!"

Snapped back to the present, he answered. "What?"

"Are you...are we...?"

Even though she never got a complete thought out he knew what she was trying to say. "I don’t know, Mac." Chewing on his bottom lip, Harm finally asked, "What happens next?"

Her sigh carried over the line. "I don’t know. I guess we talk about it when I get back. That is, if you want to."

"I do, Mac." he readily assured her. They laid there a few more minutes before Harm spoke up. "I really don’t want to let you go, but I need some sleep. You wore me out, woman."

Her lilting laughter tickled his ears. "Woman? You did not just call me ‘woman’."

"Yeah, what are you gonna do about it?" he taunted, secure in the knowledge that she couldn’t kick his six from Hawaii. Sex and one up on a Marine. Man, he felt awesome.

"You’re awfully brave half a world away, Rabb." Her voice lowered dramatically. "Just wait till I really get my hands on you."

"Mac..." he warned playfully. Truth was he knew he didn’t really have another round left in him.

"All right, all right. Good night, Sailor."

"Night. Oh and, Mac?"

"What?"

"You are so amazing," he whispered reverently.

Choked up with emotion, Mac could barely speak. "So are you. Night, Harm. Sweet dreams."

"Sleep sweet, Sarah."

Breaking the connection this time, Harm laid back on the pillows staring up at the ceiling, unable to move. The most incredible night of his life and he was still going to bed alone. The more he thought about it the more he ached for her. The loneliness was almost overwhelming. He wanted her here, with him, curled up beside him. He wanted more.

The minutes ticked by, the walls seeming to close in on him. Finally he couldn’t take it any more. He knew exactly what he had to do.

Picking up the phone he dialed the familiar number.

Epilogue:

Sarah Mackenzie sat on the beach the next day, trying to keep her mind off of the events of the night before. It had been incredible, the feelings he had evoked in her, all the emotion. And he had yet to really touch her. She had come here today looking for a distraction, anything to keep her thoughts occupied. There was plenty of eye candy around here, that was for sure. But none of them held a candle to Harm.

"A little phone sex and he has you wrapped around his little finger. Pathetic, Marine. Truly pathetic," she chastised herself.

She hadn’t been completely honest with Harm. There had been plenty of offers here from men seeking her company. Wearing this hot pink bikini had garnered plenty of attention. But damn it, she just wasn’t interested. The one man she wanted was back in D.C. What rotten luck.

The shrill ringing of her cell phone jarred her out of her melancholy thoughts. "Mackenzie."

"Hey, beautiful." Harm’s rich voice sent shivers down her spine.

"Hey, yourself. So, how’s it going?" her voice immediately became husky.

"Oh, pretty good. Just sitting around moping, you know, the usual when you aren’t here."

"Yeah, I’m sitting here moping too," she pouted. "I miss you."

"I miss you too. It’s a shame we couldn’t sit around and be miserable together." he replied casually.

"It is. But then if you were here I wouldn’t be miserable at all."

"Very true. I know I wouldn’t be. By the way, has anyone ever told you that pink really is your color?"

"No they haven’t but..." Mac sat bolt upright on her towel. "Wait a minute. How would you know that unless..." Looking up she saw him sauntering down the beach toward her. "Oh, wow."

Flipping his phone shut, Harm teased. "My thoughts exactly. You look...well, that’s quite a suit, Marine."

Mac took in his partially clad body. Dressed in dress pants and a plain, white dress shirt, open and exposing the broad plains of his chest, ‘wow’ didn’t even come close. "Um...you’re not so bad yourself."

They both chuckled nervously before growing serious again. "What are you doing here, Harm?"

Sighing Harm sat down next to her in the sand. "I laid there for a long time after we...you know, and I couldn’t get you out of my mind. I needed to see you and I couldn’t wait until you got back."

There was more to it, she could tell. "And?" she prodded, hoping to get more of a confession of his feelings than that. No such luck.

"And so I called the Admiral at home and requested some time off," he finished, unable to meet her eyes.

When she didn’t say anything, Harm chanced a glance at her. He was shocked to find her barely containing her laughter. "What is so funny?"

"Oh nothing. Except that now the Admiral will probably have a pretty good idea about us when we both come back with a tan." It hadn’t been the answer she wanted, but the humor of the situation wasn’t lost on her. She knew deep down the confessions of love would come. She just had to be patient with him...and maybe give him a little push if he needed it.

His voice lowered. "Who, says I’m going to have much of a tan?"

Her heart rate accelerated at the hungry look in his eyes. "You don’t want to enjoy the sun, sand and surf?"

"Not really. Maybe later. Right now I want to see what kind of accommodations they have here." Lowering his lips close to her ear he asked, "So what do ya say, Mac? Think you’re ready for the real thing?" he asked, cocky aviator attitude firmly in place.

When he began nibbling her ear lobe ripples of pleasure shot through her. "I think I can manage." Idly she began drawing patterns on his chest with her fingertips. "How about you? Think you can handle being up close and personal this time, Harm?"

"I’m going to give it my best shot," he grinned at her. "Of course, if I chicken out I’ve still got my cell phone with me."

The End.

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