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Date Posted: 20:47:05 01/18/13 Fri
Author: Cammy
Subject: The Consequences of Suppositions, Chapter 18

The Consequences of Suppositions, Chapter 18
By: Cammy
Disclaimer: Not mine
Rated: R (for language and sexual situations)

Author’s Notes: See Chapter 1.

WARNING: This single chapter is the reason this story has been rated R for sexual situations. If this offends you or you are not an adult, please don’t read this chapter and pick up with the next one. You’ve been warned.

Thanks again to all for the great feedback. Keep it coming!

From Chapter 17:

2355 EDT (Local)
Wednesday evening
December 24, 2003
Harm's apartment
North of Union Station, Washington D.C.

“I draw you close with every breath. You don't know it's right until it's wrong. You don't know it's yours until it's gone. I didn't know that it was home ‘til you up and left. Come and find me now.” – Josh Ritter, Come and Find Me

The ride on the elevator up to his apartment was uncomfortable. Neither of them spoke and she wondered if Harm regretted his invitation for her to join him for coffee.

Soon enough they reached his floor, and Harm unlocked his door and opened it to let her through.

“Thanks,” Mac said, moving slowly through the doorway, taking in the surroundings she hadn’t seen in months. God, she had missed this place.

A lamp in his living room and a few of the track lights over the kitchen were still lit, probably a careless result of his hurried exit a couple hours ago – she could see his suitcase and sea bag sitting in the middle of the living room. The track lights left the apartment bathed in a soft glow that mirrored the moonlight seeping in from front windows. Harm didn’t move to turn more lights on.

She shivered, not sure if it was the cold or the company. At the Wall, he hadn’t looked all that excited to see her. If she was honest, she had been looking for a warmer homecoming.

Harm hung up his coat and cover and moved back towards her. It was the closest she had been to him since the last time she was at his apartment, when he had told her she might be the ‘only thing’ he needed. “Here, let me take your coat. Do you want coffee or tea?”

Mac was overwhelmed by his nearness and could still smell a light hint of aftershave that was wearing off. She took the opportunity to really study him for the first time in months. He looked tired, more lines gracing his forehead than she remembered. He also looked so, so good. She’d forgotten how handsome he was. Strong chin, long lashes, smooth skin.

Harm must have been at least a little affected by their closeness as well because his fingers lingered over the lapels of her jacket longer than they should have as he stood in front of her.

She met his eyes and held the gaze for longer than she had in months. “I missed you so much.

Chapter 18:

2357 EDT (Local)
Wednesday evening
December 24, 2003
Harm's apartment
North of Union Station, Washington D.C.

“If I could have just a moment of you, would I be wanting more? If I could have just a taste of you, would I be addicted? If I could have just a touch of you, could I tear myself away? I would pray to be the rain that runs over and in your skin with no consequence.” – Lorna Vallings, Taste

Harm’s fingers grasped the soft wool of her overcoat, but her eyes had ensnared him, distracting him from helping her take it off.

Mac was arrestingly gorgeous – large brown eyes, striking features. Being this close to her reminded him of so many lost chances to state his intentions. He wasn’t about to make that mistake again.

“I missed you so much,” she finally said. The sincerity in her quiet voice and on her face hit him hard, breaking something inside him and Harm couldn’t help it anymore.

His gaze flickered from her dark brown eyes down to her lips and back again. He was going to kiss her and, from what he read in her expression, she knew it. She leaned into him.

“Mac,” he breathed. He brought one of his hands that had rested on her coat lapel up to her cheek, threading his fingers though her silky chestnut hair, and drew her forward, finally kissing her like he should have done a million other times.

It was soft, almost timid at first, until she quickly opened her mouth, searching out his tongue with hers. Harm groaned, pulling her closer. She tasted exactly how he remembered from the night they had spent on the Admiral’s porch.

The heat between them escalated quickly as lips and hands greedily explored previously unchartered, forbidden territory. It was like kindling finally sparked and set on fire.

Harm pushed her back up against his light blue painted walnut front door, needing to press his full body against hers. Mac’s heavy cream wool coat was still on and they both struggled to slide it off her without breaking contact.

He was so close to getting what he had wanted for years.

Her slim fingers swiftly undid the buttons of Harm’s Class A Dress Blue jacket, pushing it off his shoulders and to the floor, before unknotting his tie. He didn’t even want to think about how she got so good at getting a man out of a uniform.

Mac slipped out of her high heels, causing her to slide a few inches lower on the door. Harm’s grip on control was waning faster by the moment. His need to get closer to her, touch her skin, make love to her was drowning out doubts about her permanent job offer in Italy and more questions about Webb and his own desire to verbalize his feelings once and for all.

Harm’s lips moved and lingered down Mac’s neck and collarbone, her skin warm under his mouth. Subconsciously, he wanted to leave marks, marking her as his. He was so tired of playing it safe when it came to her.

He hardened even more when her leg slid up to his waist, bringing them even closer to the final edge separating friends and lovers. He knew he needed to make sure. But, not before his hand slid all the way up her right thigh – the same one she had caught him staring at earlier in the cab. He toyed with the thin, soft silk string of the thong he found there.

He pulled away from her mouth, his breathing labored. “I’m sorry, Mac. This was not my intention when I asked you up here.”

Mac abruptly pulled back too, bracing herself between the door and his broad shoulders. Doubt filled her eyes. “Oh.”

“Wait, that’s not what I meant. I just.... I needed to talk to you.” Harm tried to reassure her with his eyes before he leaned back in, running his lips along her jaw line and whispering into her skin. “I had this great speech prepared where I apologize for being such a jackass the night you left.” He paused. “And, for every day since.”

This time her small smile was genuine. Her fingertips raked down his chest, along his half unbuttoned dress blouse and white undershirt. “Never apologize, Commander. It’s a sign of weakness.”

Harm’s hand still toyed beneath her dress, running his fingers back and forth along the side of the thong on her thigh. He sought her eyes out again. “Are you sure this is what you want?”

“For years,” she breathed into his mouth.

That was all of the encouragement he needed. He took her mouth again. Unbidden by any more guilt, or doubts or second thoughts, he slipped the pair of delicate black panties off her and looked for the clasp of her dress.

His hand reached up to brush over one of her breasts. He could feel her hard nipple through the fabric.

Mac moaned. “Don’t you think we should…?

Her question broke off when he ran a finger along her center. She was soaking wet already.

“Don’t I think we should what,” he whispered in return, amused and elated with her reaction.

Mac rolled her eyes at him. “You do have a bed, don’t you?”

He laughed into her neck. “That I do, Marine.”

Harm led her up the short couple of stairs to his bedroom, but not before ridding her of the black dress she had been torturing him with the entire cab ride to his place and the matching black bra he had only imagined for years. His lips couldn’t get enough of her skin.

Harm stood next to his bed, enraptured by the sight of a fully naked Sarah Mackenzie lounging on it, her head propped up on an elbow on his pillow. “Harm, how is it, I’m completely naked and you still have all of your clothes on – even your shoes?”

He shrugged, grinning like an idiot. “Just lucky, I guess.”

Mac threw her head back in laughter. “Not if you don’t get in this bed soon.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Harm chuckled, sliding out of his shoes, undoing the last few buttons of his dress blouse and pulling off his undershirt.

Mac had other ideas and decided to help in her own way. She sat up and smirked at him, coming to sit on the edge of the bed. Without any warning, she slipped his pants and boxers down, abruptly pulling him into her warm, soft, wet mouth.

For a moment it was hard to breathe. “Oh my God, Mac,” he groaned.

He let himself melt in her mouth for a moment while she sucked, swirled her tongue and ran her fingers down the length of him before he pulled away. Another few minutes of that would have been his undoing. He had other plans.

Harm toed out of the rest of his clothes and climbed into bed with her, something he had dreamed about for years.

“I need you,” he said simply as he admired her long, lean naked body. His heart was beating out of his chest. He felt like he was pulling 9 Gs in a Tomcat.

Mac sprawled back out on his mattress and he followed her, crawling across her warm, light olive skin. “I’m all yours, Navy.” Her light tone was a soothing balm to his slowly mending heart.

He hovered over her, meeting her eyes for a long moment before recapturing her mouth.

They would make love for a long time that night. For two people already so close to the edge before they started, he must have pushed into her a couple hundred times before they both succumbed to the heat and pleasure.

For the rest of his life, he would remember what it felt like when her fingernails raked through the short hairs on the back of his scalp as she came, whispering his name.

Harm stilled for several long moments once they had both come down from the high. Harm’s hands cupped the sides of her face; he went to kiss her again before realizing that Mac was sound asleep.

He kissed her forehead instead and laughed softly to himself, consumed with the contentment that had escaped him since the night she left for Italy.

Or maybe the contentment that had escaped him for 40 years.


0430 EDT (Local)
Thursday morning
December 25, 2003
Harm's apartment
North of Union Station, Washington D.C.

Oh, into the sea of waking dreams. I follow without pride, Nothing stands between us here. And I won't be denied. – Sarah McLachlan, Possession

Mac awoke a few hours later, wondering where she was for a brief moment.

The recent memories came flooding back to her – the way his chest muscles felt underneath her fingertips, the feel of his lips on her skin, the desperate kissing that had given way to truly passionate sex.

Eight and a half minutes – that’s how long it had taken from the point she and Harm walked into his building until she was completely naked in his bed. She was still struggling to believe it, but the sweet ache between her legs made everything real.

It took her a few moments to realize she wasn’t the only one awake. In fact, she was being watched. She looked over to see Harm propped up on his elbow on the pillow next to her. “Hey stranger,” he said quietly.

His eyes were warm, but more guarded than she expected given what transpired between them the night before. Harm didn’t make any move to close the distance between them, just continued to watch her through hooded eyes.

He was still holding back and she wondered why.

She also wondered how serious things really were between him and Catherine Gale and if he was feeling guilty for what happened. Lying naked next to him, she couldn’t muster up anything close to guilt or regret, regardless of what his relationship with Catherine was.

“Hey yourself,” Mac said, turning to face him fully.

They weren’t touching and the six inches separating them made her miss him as much as she had when she was halfway across the world. She sought to ease the growing tension in the bedroom. “Harm, last night was…”

He laughed softly. “Yeah, I know. I was going to tell you the same thing, but you fell asleep on me.”

Mac smiled shyly, avoiding his intense gaze. She made a show of stretching. “What can I say? You wore me out, sailor.”

She arched an eyebrow. “Can I make it up to you?”

Harm didn’t say anything, just pulling her on top of him when she reached out.

Sitting astride him, she traced the contours of his face with her fingertips before leaning down to kiss him.

The urgency of last night had given way to unhurried tenderness in the bath of the moonlight streaming in between the slats of his window shutters. They took their time this time, learning all of the things they had both been wondering about for years.

In her life, she’d never felt love expressed so intensely, so physically.

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Replies:

[> YESSSSSSS! -- FJN (once more out of lurkville), 21:19:45 01/18/13 Fri [1]


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[> Talking is over rated. -- Achaon, 21:23:07 01/18/13 Fri [1]


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[> Yay!!!!!!!!! Now we just need some fantastic pillow talk and all will be right with the Universe. Thank-you!. -- Shazam, 21:34:43 01/18/13 Fri [1]


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[> WOW, 'nuff said!! -- JoyZ, 21:37:41 01/18/13 Fri [1]


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[> YES!!!!!!! -- usmgrad, 21:53:07 01/18/13 Fri [1]


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[> Yes, yes, yes and I'm so glad I checked one more time before I went to bed - pleasant dreams for me tonight! Looking forward to more! -- Ciara, 22:23:21 01/18/13 Fri [1]


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[> The wait was worth it ;-). Eagerly awaiting the next. -- Dee, 23:44:41 01/18/13 Fri [1]


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[> AMEN to all of the above comments! -- carramor, 23:49:02 01/18/13 Fri [1]


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[> OH, YES!!! But until they have that "pillowtalk" that clears the air, there's still room for misconceptions. Please, please, please post again soon! -- yiota, 02:31:27 01/19/13 Sat [1]


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[> thank god -- roz, 05:36:13 01/19/13 Sat [1]


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[> speechless -- Laurence, 06:47:43 01/19/13 Sat [1]


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[> Yes yes yes finally we are getting there so looking forward to the next chapter Cammy -- Bev uk, 10:30:15 01/19/13 Sat [1]


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[> yeah!!!! -- marye904, 22:13:01 01/19/13 Sat [1]


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