Title: Answered Questions
Author: Katey
Email: [email protected]
Rating: NC-17 for some language
Category: Webb/Mac Romance
Spoilers: Boomerang and a few others.
Summary: As the title states, some important questions are
answered between Webb and Mac.
Disclaimers: Don't own any of the characters involved, but
wish I did. Just for fun and thought.
Author's Notes: Well, this is the follow-up to
Contemplations and Contemplation - Mac.
Archive: Just tell me where.
Answered Questions
JAG HQ
The Next Morning
Clay arrived at JAG early for his meeting purposely so that he
could talk with Harm and find out if he would lose that
friendship if he asked Sarah out. He knew that he would
have to be discrete in his questioning or Harm would guess the
truth about his feelings.
Harm arrived, as usual, late for work but was so relaxed and
cheerful, that Clay immediately thought maybe his spies had
missed reporting that Sarah and Harm were dating. Clay
decided to question Harm and see if he could pick up any
information on the current dating situation.
Clay followed Harm into his office and shut the door against
prying ears. "How are you doing, Harm," he
questioned.
"Absolutely fantastic, Clay. What are you doing here
this morning?"
"I have a meeting with Mac at 9:00 a.m. Since I
arrived early I thought I would stop in and talk with you until
time. You know how Mac is if you are either early or
late." Clay responded with his trademark smirk.
"Do I ever. I am always late for everything and I
swear Mac has chewed me out more than my Mother ever did,"
Harm responded with a chuckle.
"So what's up with you? Why are you so ungodly
cheerful this morning - did you get laid or what? Did you
finally get your head out of your ass and ask Mac
out?" Clay questioned. No very subtle but he
needed to know.
"God, no! Is that why you are more grouchy than usual
this morning? You think I'm dating Mac?" Harm
responded with a raised eyebrow and a grin on his face.
"What are you talking about? I'm my usual charming
self - I am not grouchy." Clay grumbled.
"Mac set me up with her Veterinarian and we have been dating
- I thought you knew that," Harm ggrinned. "Now
when are you going to get your head out of your ass and ask Mac
out yourself Clay?"
"What? Where did you get the idea that I want to go
out with Mac?"
"For God's sake, Clay, I've known for 3 years how you feel
about Mac. When you're sober, you are not exactly subtle -
when you are drunk forget about subtlety. You spend almost
4 hours detailing Mac's good qualities to me, her best
friend. You talked about how beautiful, loving, sweet,
compassionate, and all around wonderful she is. Hell, you
almost convinced me and I only think of her as a sister.
Any of this ringing any bells Clay?" Harm laughed.
"Please tell me you're joking Harm. I distinctly
remember you saying those things, not me."
"All I did was agree with you that night Clay. You
were the one who got drunk - remember, I drove you home and put
you to bed." Harm chuckled lost in his memories of
that night. "You were even muttering about owning a
mini-van and attending PTA meetings. Since you spent the
entire night chattering about Mac, I assumed that you would be
asking her out soon. Why didn't you?"
"Harm, I've never asked Mac out because I thought that you
were in love with you and I didn't want to ruin our
friendship. Last night I decided that it was time to find
out whether I would and find out what type of man Mac is
attracted to. Well one question asked and answered - could
you help me with the other? I know that I'm not the type of
man Mac usually goes for or needs - but I do need her to complete
me," Clay confided.
"Clay have you ever thought about the type of man that Mac
chooses? With the exception of her husband, she chooses
dark headed, confident, successful men. No height
requirement - Dalton was not that tall and Mic was tall.
They were both confident - cocky even - and both were successful
in their chosen careers. Do these things remind you of
anyone Clay? You know from your spies that Mac came to me
in Australia and I turned her down so she turned to Mic.
Did you know she came to me after hearing Bud and me discussing
the beautiful women we had seen you with? Think about that
Clay. I think you would make a damned fine husband for Mac
but if you hurt her you'll still have to answer to me," Harm
stated. "Now get out of here before you're late for
your meeting with a certain Marine Colonel."
"Wait a minute Harm. How do you know that Mac will
want anything to do with me romantically?" Clay
questioned.
"I've known Mac for 6 years and anytime she hears your name,
talks with you or sees you, she gets a peculiar look in her
eyes. When she sees you it is worse, she kind of zones out
for a while and gets a dreamy look on her face when she thinks no
one is paying attention. This has gotten worse in the last
3 years but lately she almost zones out in meetings with the
Admiral. Clay, you are the only common denominator in all
of these incidents - ergo you cause them. According to my
watch you have 1 minute until your meeting. Now go get your
Marine, Clay." Harm advised.
"I hope you're right," Clay muttered as he headed to
Sarah's office.
Mac's Office
Mac knew to the minute what time Clay had entered the bullpen and
proceeded to Harm's office. He and Harm had been talking
quietly but animatedly for the past 33 minutes - she wondered
what they were discussing. Probably a case or their
respective girlfriends, she sighed. Male bonding - who
understood it but another male.
She turned in her chair and gazed out the window thinking about
Clay as was the norm these days. Maybe if she knew more
about him she could put him out of her mind. Mac thought
about bad habits other men she knew had and in her mind
transferred those to Clay but it didn't work. When she
remembered Mic running around the apartment on Sunday in only his
underwear most of the day, it disgusted her. When she
thought the same thing about Clay, it made her horny - thinking
about his firm body in a pair of silk boxer shorts just about
sent her over the edge. Finding Dalton's ties all over the
house irritated her because then she had to put them away.
Thinking about Clay's ties tossed around made her think of all
the ways those ties could be used.
"Calm down!" Mac chided herself. If she didn't
she would never make it through her meeting with Clay without
jumping him and screwing him silly on her desk, the floor and her
chair. Her mind was wandering again. Got to control
that while he is here she thought distractedly.
Mac buried herself in a particularly difficult file to take her
mind off of underwear, ties, desks, chairs and the floor.
Approximately 10 minutes later Mac heard a knock and called,
"Enter," without looking up from her file. She
knew it was Clay, besides the tingly sensation she got whenever
he was nearby, he was always on time.
Clay came into the office and when Mac didn't look up, he started
closing the blinds on the windows in her office. She heard
the blinds being closed and immediately another fantasy started
playing in her head. She knew her face was flushed from the
arousing fantasy that had taken root in her brain and refused to
leave so she kept her head buried in the file. Being in the
enclosed space with Clay was having an over powering effect on
her. She asked, "Why did you close the blinds?"
"To give us some privacy, of course. You know everyone
was staring in this office when I entered and what we talk about
is no one's business but our own," Clay stated.
"Yes, but when you closed the blinds, you gave them the
impression that we had something to hide. They are going to
come to the conclusion that we are having sex on my desk, the
chair, or the floor."
"What part of that statement bothers you the most Mac?
That they think we are having sex or that it is simply their
conclusion and not fact?"
"Probably that it's not fact," Mac whispered
softly. She was so embarrassed by this admission that she
covered her face with her hands and quietly started crying.
She didn't want to shock Clay, but the admission had come out
involuntarily. "Just leave Clay, we can discuss this
case over the phone then you won't be embarrassed by any more
outbursts." Mac continued to cry. She felt a
gentle touch on her shoulder and a handkerchief was place in her
hand.
"Mac - Sarah, why should I be embarrassed that you admitted
something so profound. Please tell me that I am not the
only one with thoughts of us together," Clay pleaded.
By now Mac had raised her head, wiped her eyes and was staring at
Clay in awe. "Do you really mean it Clay? I have
been fantasizing for so long, how do I know that this is
real?"
"What do you want me to do, pinch you to prove you're not
dreaming? Better yet, how about if I kiss you."
While he was saying this he walked up to Sarah, raised her to her
feet and put his arms around her. He bent his head but
stopped before he touched his lips to her silently asked for her
permission.
"God yes, Clay, please." Mac answered.
When their lips touched it was magic - fireworks exploded behind
their eyes and each felt as if they had finally come home.
To a home more exciting, secure and safe than anywhere either had
ever imagined.
Clay's tongue traced Sarah's lips and when she opened her mouth,
their tongues caressed and played hide and seek in their
mouths. Sarah had never been kissed by anyone who had the
experience or skill Clay did - she couldn't have fantasized about
anything this wonderful. The whole time they were kissing,
their hands were running tentatively, but possessively over the
other.
When they finally broke apart to breath, Clay had to hold Sarah
up as her knees had long since turned to jelly. He
carefully sat Sarah on her desk and stood between her legs so
that he could continue to hold her. He was afraid that if
he let go of her completely, he would wake up and discover that
this was just another in a long line of dreams.
"Clay, I love you," Sarah whispered in his ear.
"I love you too, Sarah," Clay responded.
"Come to my place for dinner tonight?"
"Only if you are on the dessert menu," Sarah teased.
"I think something could be arranged to our mutual
satisfaction," Clay winked. "Kiss me again so I
can get out of here while I still can. I know the day is
shot because I'll spend it daydreaming about you, Sarah, but I do
have to try."
"All I can say is it's a good thing I don't have court today
or I would probably get thrown in the brig for contempt.
With something as tempting as you for dessert tonight, how could
I pay attention to a boring Judge? God, it's a good thing
that it's Friday; otherwise, I don't think I could make the rest
of the week waiting for you."
"Neither do I, Sarah. You aren't on call this weekend
are you?"
"No, why?"
"If you want to, why don't you bring clothes for work on
Monday and spend the weekend with me. I'm not pushing you,
we can have separate rooms, I just want to spend time with
you."
"Trust me Clay, if I spend the weekend, only one bed will be
needed and absolutely no clothes."
"Kiss me, Sarah, then I have got to get away from you before
I lose my resolve and take you on your desk. I want our
first time to be special so I have to leave."
He lowered his head to her lips and kissed her. Again they
felt as if they had come home and neither wanted the feeling to
end. Reluctantly they broke apart and Clay headed out the
door. "Until tonight, Sarah," he whispered.
THE END