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Date Posted: 19:40:56 04/21/05 Thu
Author: Lexx
Subject: On Par

Disclaimer: I don't own JAG, and I probably never will.

Rating: PG-13, but only because of suggestive dialogue! I swear to Josh it's not racy, despite what the opening might sound like.

Author's note: As always with these moments, this is just a short scene that can be put into a larger fic or read as just a vignette (did I even use that word correctly?). Also, there's a scene in here that I kinda borrowed from the X-Files. You'll know it when you see it if you're at all familiar with the show. I'm disclaiming right now that I also don't own The X-Files, though I used to have an "I Want to Believe" poster.

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"Okay, now you wanna grip it, but not too tight," Harm instructed.

"Like this?" Mac asked.

"Yeah, that's good. Now spread your legs about shoulder-width."

"Uh-huh...."

"Keep your head down, all right?"

"Okay."

"Now," Harm continued, "pull back slowly, and try to let it come naturally."

Mac followed Harm's directions carefully.

"Bend at the waist, don't curve your back," Harm told her.

Mac brought the golf club down in frustration. "Harm, there are just too many things to remember. I'm not cut out for this game!"

"It's not about remembering the individual details every time, Mac. Once you get the stance right, it's a matter of remembering that feeling."

"How can I get the stance right if I can't get all the individual details?" Mac challenged.

Harm rolled his eyes good-naturedly. "I'll show you."

He stepped forward and started to adjust her grip on the club handle. "Okay, see how you're choking the club grip? Try and relax your hands a bit. Don't be afraid you'll let the club go. Despite the frequency of that happening on America's Funniest Home Videos, it's actually quite a rare occurrence." Mac grinned and let out a slight chuckle. Harm looked up at her face, which was totally focused on his work adjusting her grip. He smiled to himself and finished fixing her hands.

After he was done with that, he said with mock strictness, "Don't change that grip."

"Okay," Mac replied with equally mocking solemnity.

Harm moved around behind her and placed his hands on her hips and proceeded to direct her how to stand. "Feet shoulder-width, remember?"

"Got it," she said, adjusting accordingly.

"Good. Now," he continued, "bend at the waist," and he pulled her pelvic bone towards him with his fingers while nudging her lower back forward with his thumbs. Making sure to keep her back straight, Mac let Harm's hands manipulate her posture, while secretly relishing his touch.

"Hands still positioned?" Harm asked.

"Yep," Mac answered, letting him peer over her shoulder to see.

"Excellent. Now we're gonna work on your backswing." He stepped forward so that his feet were on either side of hers, and the front of his body was pressed gently against her back. His arms enveloped her as his hands covered hers on the golf club, still positioned the way he left them.

"All right, when you pull back, Don't bend your wrists. That's how slice and hook shots happen." Harm looked down and said, "Bend your knees a bit. That's good."

As Harm continued giving instructions, Mac's thoughts drifted. He was hovering over her shoulder, and his mouth stirred up a warm breeze against her neck and ear.

"Did you get that, Mac?" Harm asked.

"Hmm?" she answered absently, turning her face so that their noses were mere inches apart.

"I asked if you got that last part," Harm said. "About keeping your left arm straight when you take your backswing."

"Oh," Mac breathed. "Sorry, I was just..." her words drifted off as she forgot what she "was just" doing. She shook herself and forced her mind to focus. "Right, keep my arm straight."

"Yeah," Harm said thoughtfully. "Straight, but not locked. You don't want to hurt yourself."

Mac merely nodded in response.

"Now we're gonna try it. Still got that grip? Good. Take the club back slowly, keeping your head down. Take a couple practice swings." Harm moved back around in front of Mac to watch her swing. It was an improvement, but he noticed right away what it was he had forgotten.

He moved back around behind her. "That's a good swing, but I forgot to tell you one more thing. When you're bringing the club back down into the swing, you want your hips to lead, okay? Like this," he said demonstratively, then stood with his chest to her back again. His right arm led her hands into a backswing while his left hand rested on her hip. He then pulled her hip into the swing, then pushed her hands to follow.

"Do you get what I'm doing, Mac? You're gonna let your hands be pulled into the swing by your hips. Let's try it once more, okay?"

Mac nodded, not actually having heard one word he had just said apart from "okay." Harm's lips almost caressed her earlobe as he gave instructions, unbeknownst to him, but very much noticeable to her. She allowed him to guide her arms to a backswing again, and felt the familiar pressure of his hand against her hip. This time, when he swung the club with her, they hit the golf ball, and it went soaring out over the driving range, falling at about 125 yards (a respectable distance, considering Mac wasn't paying a bit of attention to hitting the ball).

Harm's face still hovered over Mac's shoulder, watching the progress of the ball. She took this opportunity of his diverted eyes to focus on the pulse point on his neck, just below his jawbone.

The rhythmic beating acted as a magnet, drawing Mac's lips to the spot. Harm was taken off guard, but half a second later, he recovered himself enough to do absolutely nothing but stretch to allow her better access. His right hand wandered to her lower back, turning her to face him, and to allow him to partake of her lips. After all, his neck couldn't have all the fun.

As her mouth made contact with Harm's, her hands abandoned the golf club in favor of exploring his short hair and the warm skin of his nape.

Harm broke the kiss before it had a chance to develop. Mac stared, confused, into his face, which had taken on a stern expression.

"What did I tell you about letting go of your grip?"

Mac grinned impishly and replied, "You know, you need to get a grip," then she pulled him back to finish their lesson, to which he had no further objections.

**End**

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Replies:

cuteness! thanks for sharing (NT) -- Jill, 20:07:01 04/21/05 Thu
I LOOOOVE these moments! The UST that you put in them are AWSOME! (NT) -- James, 20:30:44 04/21/05 Thu
Excellent short story! Very cute! (NT) -- Manda, 23:38:10 04/21/05 Thu
THE UST IS KICKIN SOME BUTT!! I LOVE IT!!!!! (NT) -- Jamie, 08:11:09 04/28/05 Thu