Author: TR
Subject:
HBX April 2008 Challenge . FF: Something
This story is in
response to the HBX April 2008 Challenge. It’s set two weeks
after Critical Condition just because I said so.
It’s
unedited and unbetaed. All mistakes are my own.
Honest
Feedback is always appreciated.
I don’t own JAG, but if
I did I would have made “What If” a two parter with Mac’s
POV in the second part.
Something
By TR
Rated
Steamy
It was late at night when he came to her. A phantom
stealing into her room. Invading her space, in silence. Gliding
beneath her defenses. She didn’t sense him until he was next to
her. Half sitting on the bed in the curve of her body where she lay
on her side. Stroking her hair. Maybe it was the familiarity of his
movements, the scent of his skin, or the sounds of his breathing that
she knew as well as her own, that had her sleeping through his
intrusion. Or maybe she just knew he belonged there. With her in the
darkness of her bedroom.
Her eyes remained closed as his
knuckles made soft trails down her cheek. “Your skin feels the
same as I remember it.” His whisper was hoarse, earnest.
Her
voice was warm and sleep thick. “That’s something isn’t
it.”
His arms came around her, lifted, pressed her
against his chest. He buried his face in her hair. “Your hair
smells the same as it did the last time I touched you.”
“That’s
something isn’t it.”
He kicked off his shoes,
lowered her back down into the warmth of her sheets and blankets. Lay
down beside her. His skin was like ice. She wrapped her body around
him. His breath hitched in his throat. “You warmed me up, felt
this good against me, in the desert, the last time I was this
cold.”
“That’s something isn’t
it.”
His hands went to her cheeks. Caressed, before he
leaned in and softly sank his lips down over hers. He took his time,
reveling in her softness, her sweetness, her very existence. “You
taste the same, just exactly the same as I remember. On the porch,
under the mistletoe, in every dream I’ve had of you since.
Exactly the same.”
Her eyes came open. Watched him
intensely. “That’s something isn’t it.”
He
moved against her. “We fit together Mac, like we always have.
The more things change, the more WE stay the same.”
“That’s
something isn’t it.”
He moved her clothes aside,
discarded his along with them. Gave a sigh of pure bliss when his
chilled skin met the warmth of hers. Her arms came around him,
stroking his back, his sides. Slowly, molding him to her. Warming him
from the inside out.
“We work well together.”
“That’s
something isn’t it.”
“We play well
together.”
“That’s something isn’t
it.”
His lips moved from the side of her jaw, down her
neck and toward her breasts. “You’re the same woman who
makes me mad. Makes me strong. Makes me better. We’re just
so...” His tongue appeared, slid across her nipple.
“...So....much better together.”
“That’s
some....something isn’t it.” Her breath was coming in
short gasps as he moved back and forth from one nipple to the next
before finally pushing her breasts together and taking both nipples
in his mouth at once. She arched against him.
“I want
you. Always...always wanted you Mac. And I know...” He hissed
as her hand closed around him. He panted and trembled and thanked the
Gods for the woman in his arms. “...I know you want me too.
Have you...” Her hands roamed. Stroked. Teased. “Oh Geez
Mac!...Have you noticed we're beginning to think a lot alike? We have
a shot this time to...make this work.”
“That’s
something...isn’t it.” Her breathing had turned thick,
her eyes glassy.
He slid back up her body, forcing her to
release him as he propped himself up on his elbows, smoothed the hair
from her eyes. “How do you account for that? How is it you are
the same woman I’ve been with every day, laughed with, fought
with, gone into battle with, and yet now I see you so differently.
It’s falling into place now. Right now. Why now?”
Her
brain was foggy with desire, and love and the urge to bit his neck,
she didn’t want to stop and analyze anything. She just him.
Wanted to feel him moving in her body, as he was always in her heart.
Wanted to just...feel. She said the first thing that came to mind.
“Er...a rip in the time/space continuum?”
He
laughed, and kissed ever so gently on the lips. “Or maybe I’ve
just been loving you too long to hold back any longer.”
Her
chest was heavy with emotion. Her hands moved up his back, laced
through the hair at the nape of his neck. Brought him down for a deep
soul searing kiss. “And maybe...” she said, between tiny
kisses to cheeks, chin, jaw, “Maybe I’ve been loving you
just as long, much too long to stop now.” She opened to him,
wrapped her legs around his waist as he slid home. Her eyelids flew
open, locked with his then dropped slowly to half mast. “That’s
something isn’t it,” She said on a long slow sigh.
End
of scene. Good? Bad? Casu Marzu? Let me know.