Author: Hollyjp
Subject: We Should Do This More Often - HBX May Challenge

We Should Do This More Often

Author: Hollyjp

Synopsis: Takes place in season four, picking up as Harm and Mac leave the Embassy. It’s also going to incorporate the May HBX Challenge lines.

Harm: I was afraid I'd chased you away.
Suzanne Moore: I'm really glad you came.
Harm: It wasn't an easy decision.
Suzanne Moore: I know. But it was right, I promise you.
(Contemptuous Words)



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: I miss JAG. I really miss Harm and Mac and that sense of anticipation each week wondering if this would be the week he’d lay a lip lock on her or she’d attack that gorgeous body and get it ‘nekkid’ for us.

I haven’t written anything in awhile - not even sure could when I sat down at the computer. I had to try.

I caught the end of Embassy on USA and that final scene as Harm captured Mac around the waist and helps her down the stairs while she rests her head on his shoulder...well it was something I couldn’t stop thinking about. Then I went on to see what’s available on HBX for a reader and spotted the challenge lines. Hope it makes you smile.


We Should Do This More Often


“We should go out together more often,” she heard him say as his arm tightened at her waist. Harm had saved her from falling and making a fool of herself as she tried to walk on broken high heels with legs that felt like cooked spaghetti - a fact she didn’t want anyone to know because she was a Marine and Marine’s didn’t get spaghetti legs - ever.

“I had fun,” he heard her say as she nestled her head against his shoulder. He smiled and relaxed when she leaned into him after he had tightened his arm around her waist. He knew that he was the only one besides her that knew how much of her weight he carried. She was more beat up and shaky than she would let on, but he knew. It might look like she was snuggled up to him romantically as they made their way from the Sudanese Embassy to his waiting car, but Harm was a wise man. He knew better than to assume any such thing, no matter what her words may have sounded like to the casual observer.

Mac fought to keep a sigh of pleasure from her voice as she settled against the seat of the Corvette letting Harm tucked her in and shut the door like the officer and gentleman he was. Once in awhile Mac couldn’t help wish he was less upstanding and honorable. She wished he would stop gazing at her and just kiss her like she was sure he wanted to do when he looked at her with that fire in his eyes that he tried so hard to hide.

His self control may be legendary, but if the truth were told, he was hanging on here by the skin of his teeth. His partner had great legs despite the awful color of her uniform skirt on a normal day. When she shielded them with a glittery material that had a slit that allowed them to play peek-a-boo almost to her hip...well his control was getting very thin. He quickly closed her door and rounded the Corvette to slide into the driver’s seat. Key in one hand, a steering wheel to grip, a shift to handle...and her gorgeous thigh right there where his hand could feel her heat as he tried to shift smoothly.

Eyes focused on the road, his mind wandered to that creamy skin just a whisper away from his hand. He could almost picture his large hand traveling up her thigh - and her palm slapping him silly for even thinking it. He grinned in spite of himself.

Mac rested her head against the back of the seat, trying to ignore the heat emanating from his thigh just inches from her own and that big hand, so warm, so gentle, guiding that stick shift from gear to gear. She had a feeling he’d guide their love-making the same way. Strong, gentle, powerful, confident, and hot...so very hot...if he’d just let go.

She opened her eyes and watched him in the flickering street lights as they passed under them on their way back to her Georgetown apartment. He would pick her up tomorrow and take her back to JAG to get her car. They had discussed that on the way from JAG to the Embassy.

Mac wondered what Harm would think if he knew what she was thinking about. As she watched him, she saw him swallow a few times, and then watched him grin - like he knew something she didn’t.

“What are you thinking?” Mac asked.

“Me? Nothing. Why?”

“Because you’re grinning like there’s a joke you’re not sharing.”

“I don’t think you’d think it was very funny.”

“Try me. I’m a funny lady, remember?”

He did remember. They had been on the ship that came to be known as the Ghost Ship when she had announced to him that she was a funny lady.

Mac did have a sense of humor that those people closest to her knew about and experienced on a regular basis...but he doubted having her partner lusting after her would be considered funny in her book.

On the other hand, she would see the humor in him trying to explain a black eye if she belted him for sharing his fantasy with her - say nothing about if he tried to make it a reality.

“I was just thinking about what you considered a fun date. Not many women would have fun going through what you did tonight. You sure you’re okay?”

“I’m a Marine, Harm. I’m fine.”

“Right....that’s why I practically carried you out of there.”

“So maybe I was a little shaky...or maybe I just wanted to see if those newly acquired muscles of yours could handle me any better than you did the last time I had to lean on you.”

“The last time?”

“Yeah...about a year and a half ago...running from crazy poachers...me getting shot in the leg ring a bell?”

“Oh...yeah. So you noticed I’ve bulked up?”

“I did. It makes you very intimidating when you puff up.”

“I don’t puff up.”

“Yes you do...you pull yourself up to your full height and you flex your muscles and you lock in your feelings...yup...puffed up. But you don’t fool me.”

“I don’t?”

“Not at all. That’s how you hide your feelings...keep control.”

“You do the same Mac. You pretend you’re a tough Marine and don’t have weak moments like us mere mortals. You deny you have...” Harm thought twice about continuing. The banter had been fine, but this would be pushing too far. He locked it up.

“You just did it again.”

“Did what?” Harm asked, his exasperation showing through.

“Locked up your emotions. Controlled things so I wouldn’t know what you’re really thinking or feeling. You do it all the time.”

“Do not.”

Mac rolled her eyes at him and bit back a laugh. She settled her hand over his on the gear shift. She felt him tense as if he wanted to pull away. Maybe he really couldn’t stand her touch. Mac quickly lifted her hand and tucked it back into her lap, her eyes directed straight ahead. She blinked back moisture that gathered in her eyes.

Damn, she hated when she got emotional.

Harm swallowed trying to compose himself once again. When Mac had put her hand over his, he had wanted to turn his hand and capture her smaller hand in his; enclosing it in his as he drew it to his lips to kiss and hold against his pounding heart. He wanted to see what she would do if she realized what she did to him. He knew she was offended and had read his tension wrong. He also knew that words wouldn’t help out right now either. He only hoped what he did do would make it better not worse.

Harm pulled into the parking space in front of her building. Before she could get out, he stopped her.

“Mac...look at me.”

“I’m tired Harm. I’m going in. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Mac reached for the handle on the Corvette, a little disappointed that Harm had stopped being a gentleman officer, gotten out and helped her from the car and then walked her to the door. For what? To steal a kiss goodnight? Not hardly. He didn’t even tolerate her hand on his.

“Mac please...”

One second Sarah Mackenzie was sitting in her seat, reaching for the door handle, feeling let down and disappointed, and the next she was wrapped in long, strong arms with her head held in a no-nonsense grip as his lips meshed with hers.

It may have been shock that opened her mouth, but it was pure desire and passion that kept her mouth opened and found her wrapping her arms around his neck, giving herself to the kiss; to him; to the driving need pulsing through her.

She had no idea how long the kiss lasted. Harm released her, climbed out of the Corvette, opened her door, and once again practically had to carry her to her door, thanks to her spaghetti legs that once again didn’t want to support her.

Without a word spoken, Harm reached for Mac’s key, unlocked her door, let her inside, flipped on the light switch, handed her back her key, leaned in for another kiss and then whispered something to her before shutting the door and walking away.

Mac wasn’t sure how long she stood there, one hand holding her keys, the other touching her lips that still tingled from Harm’s assault on them and her senses. His words still played over and over in her head in a sexy whispery voice he had never used on her before.

“This is what you do to me.”

Harm whistled on the way to the Corvette. He’s been having fantasies of doing that very thing for weeks. It was the first time place and opportunity had given him the window he needed to show Mac what she did to him. Taking her by surprised had been risky, but the fact she was so stunned had saved his hide from any damage - for now at least.

By the time he got home doubts were running rampant through his mind. What on earth had he done. The one woman that he trusted with his life...that trusted him...and he had jumped all over her instead of being the gentleman expected of an officer.

He knew that Mac would be fuming by morning. Still he had to stop and pick her up and give her a ride to her car. Then again, she might not let him anywhere near her again and even request a transfer to another JAG unit.

He hoped not. He didn’t want to lose her. He didn’t want to hide his feelings either.

He tossed and turned until sun-up. Then he hit the shower and shaved before dressing in peanut butters to do field work after he dropped Mac at JAG. If he could survive the ride in his car, then she’s have time to cool off before they had time to really talk.

Stepping from the shower he heard the phone disconnect. Someone had called and left a message. With the towel wrapped around his waist, his chest and arm muscles that Mac had noticed now bulging, he checked his answering machine. It was Mac.

“Hey Harm...hope I caught you before you left. Bud’s picking me up. We’ve got to go to Pax River for an investigation. Talk to you later...and we do need to talk about what happened last night. No locking it up and staying in control until we’ve talked this out.”

How like Mac. Hit it head on. He dressed and left his apartment not sure if he was looking forward to this evening or not. Time would tell whether he did too much too soon, or not enough soon enough.

1915 Local
Mac’s Apartment
Georgetown

Harm knocked on Mac’s door. She opened it right away. “Hi.”

“Hi yourself.”

“I was afraid I'd chased you away,” Mac began, “With the message I left you this morning,” she clarified.

“Do I need to duck?”

“No.”

“Good...I was a little worried to see you again...wasn’t sure if maybe I should wait and see you at work...or just come here.”

“I'm really glad you came,” Mac confided in Harm.

“It wasn't an easy decision.”

“Why?”

“Well, I knew you might be mad as hell at me...”

“But I wasn’t it.”

“I know. But you might have been. Then I decided to risk it.”

“It was right, I promise you.”

“Why Mac? What makes it right now?”

“Because we both want to explore what is there between us.”

“There is something isn’t there?”

“I think so.”

Harm smiled. “Not going to smack my face?” he asked as he stepped closer and slid his large hands around her waist, gently pulling her toward him.

“Not now...maybe later. Right now I want to show you what you do to me.” Mac smiled as she let her hands slide up the front of his shirt, curl around the back of his neck, and lifted herself on her toes to try and reach his mouth.

The corners of his mouth tipped up in a smile as lowered his head to meet her lips. The sizzle created nearly instantly from the electricity arcing between them, touched them both, making them kiss deeper, hold tighter, and smile brighter as they pulled back to study one another.

“Does this mean I don’t have to worry about offending your Marine training if my kisses make you weak in the knees?”

“As long as its in private...no worries at all.” Mac smiled as she started placing kisses along his collarbone until she got to the little hollow at his throat. Her tongue darted to out to moisten the skin before she blew on it. She felt him shiver.

“Mac...are you sure you want to take this where its going to go if you keep doing stuff like that to me?”

“Where would that be?”

“The first flat service I can find...the wall, the floor...your bed...” His voice trailed off as he kissed her while slipping his thumbs over her breasts seeking his target.

“Bedroom...this way...” Mac managed to get out before her knees buckled. Harm slipped an arm behind her knees and lifted her.

Mac continued to kiss him as he carried her to her bed, kneeled over her as he lowered her to the mattress before following her down.

“Oh Harm!” Mac gasped as he trailed kisses from her lips to her neck and then lower and lower still.

No one locked up or fought for control this time. They allowed themselves the pure pleasure of the first time exploration between two people learning what drives the other wild. Darkness crept in unnoticed. They loved and slept and loved again.

When dawn finally arrived, it found them wrapped in each other’s arms, sated, but not wanting to separate.

“Mac, I’ve been thinking about something you said.”

“Yeah, what’s that?”

“That we should go out more often.”

“You don’t agree?”

“I’m not sure if we should go out more often, but waking up in one another’s arms...well thats something I’d like to do again.”

“Waking up together is good Harm.”

“But?” Harm prompted.

Mac caressed him and heard his groan telling her she was getting to him once again. Carefully she raised up and lowered herself over him.

“We should do this more often,” Mac whispered as she increased the tempo, taking them both to the edge of ecstasy once again.

Harm didn’t argue. This is where he wanted to be.

The End