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Date Posted: 19:54:06 04/09/08 Wed
Title: The Beginning
Author: usmgrad
A/N: you can blame this on the depressing episodes this morning (Persian Gulf and Take It Like a Man), Josh Groban (that man could make singing the phone book romantic) and a boring meeting (I mean really how exciting is school finances). I should be working on March (almost finished) and April (still in my head) challenges, but this was there and won’t let go.
Time: When things were good between Harm and Mac, when there should have been a beginning, if only . . .
Dinner was finished, dishes washed and put away. Work had been discussed, dissected, analyzed and secured in her briefcase, not to be seen again until Monday morning. They were nestled on the sofa; she was tucked in against his chest, his arms securely wrapped around her. Candles and a fire’s soft glow were the only lights in the room, jazz softly played in the background. Words weren’t necessary; two friends were enjoying the quiet of each other’s company.
Mac moved to stretch a kink from her neck, Harm turned to massage the spot. Willing him to continue, she sat on the floor in front of him. After a few moments she moaned, he froze and removed his hands.
Raising her head, she stared into the dying fire’s embers, “Why did you stop?”
“I needed to . . ." his voice was quiet, pensive.
“Why?”
“Because you’re my best friend . . ."
Holding her breath, not wanting to disturb the aura of the room, but needing him to continue “And?”
“A desirable woman.”
The music ceased to exist; the only sound in the room was the beating of their hearts.
“I don’t want you to stop.”
“If I continue . . .” the unfinished sentence bounced off the walls, landing on her heart.
“. . . continue. . . . You’re my best friend . . . but I want more.”
Silence.
Harm returned his hands to her shoulders, but continued with gentle caresses not the massage. He leaned down and kissed the top of her head. Mac reached up and took his hand in hers.
He confessed. “It can’t be for just one night.”
She kissed his palm, “I don’t want just one night.”
Closing his eyes as if saying a prayer, “What do you want?”
“I want forever.”
His lips replaced his hand, gently kissing her shoulder; she tilted her head as his kisses wandered up her neck. His hands brushed her sides and lifted her as he stood, she turned into his embrace.
“I love you.”
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