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Date Posted: 16:25:52 04/22/13 Mon
Author: Nettie
Subject: 50 Shades of Blue Pt1/2 (Ella Series)

Disclaimer: all the usual stuff...

Part 1/2

The sultry night air curled around his bare legs as Harm stood on the deck of their ocean view room at the Pink Sands Resort. Having just returned from dinner, Mac had asked Harm to give her ten minutes to freshen up after a hectic day and he had quickly agreed. Now, standing looking out at the expanse of blue in the fading light, Harm was feeling all sorts of things.

Primarily, he was nervous, very nervous. Shaking his head Harm tried some deep breathing exercises and tried to clear his head. It didn’t work. Here they were, their first night of Mac’s 50th birthday vacation and he was nervous. It had been 57 days since her surgery, 78 since they’d last made love and he couldn’t get a grip on his emotions. He hadn’t been this nervous when Mac had taken his hand and led him to her bedroom 17 years ago when they had first made love. He hadn’t been this nervous when Sandra McLeod had done the same thing when he was 16 and about to lose his virginity.
“Penny for your thoughts?” Mac said, appearing from nowhere and surprising him.
“View’s amazing,” he said, keeping his eyes straight ahead.
“Aha,” she agreed, wrapping her arms around his waist.
“Weather’s just perfect,” he continued, trying to keep his voice steady.
“Aha,” she agreed again. There was silence before Mac continued. “Wanna tell me why you’re so nervous?”
“I’m not nervous!” he replied quickly as he finally looked at her.
“So, it’s my imagination that you have been standing out here for 23 minutes, looking at your shaking hands and trying to breathe deeply?” she questioned gently as she moved around in front of him, her arms still around his middle.
“Oops,” he said, dropping his head and resting his forehead on hers. “Guess I’ve been sprung,” he added, realising that lying about it wouldn’t help matters.
“Sprung indeed,” she replied, releasing one hand and caressing his face. “Talk to me.”
“I can’t remember feeling this nervous about sex before,” he said honestly, avoiding her eyes. “I want to...god knows I want to...but I have butterflies the size of F-18’s and my heart’s going a million miles an hour.”
“Harm,” she said quietly, raising his face. Looking into his eyes she couldn’t ever remember them being as dark blue as they were right then. “What’s there to be nervous about? It’s me.”

Harm shrugged; there was nothing to be nervous about – it was Mac, his wife. They had made love more times that he could count. They were very experienced in knowing what they other liked, needed, wanted. They were deeply, desperately and devoutly in love and yet he was still nervous.

Dropping her arms, Mac stepped back before turning and making her way to the deck railing. Staring out into the now darkness, she tried to keep a hold on her emotions. Desperate for her husband for weeks and now with the all clear, she had built up this night in her mind as a perfect evening for encounters of many kinds. For a moment Harm let her be before moved to stand behind her, his arms wrapping tightly around her black silk robe clad waist, his head resting on hers.
“It’s me,” she repeated but this time it was with disappointment in her voice. “I know things might be different after the surgery but I thought you said you were alright with that.”
“I am alright with that,” he said confidently. “I meant it when I told you that the surgery wasn’t going to impact on my desire for you – and it hasn’t.”
“Sure,” she whispered. “Except you have no desire to actually touch me.”
“I’m touching you right now,” he replied holding her tighter. “And believe me my hands have been itching to touch you for weeks and weeks.”
“Then why are you so nervous?” she questioned, turning in his arms and studying his face.
“Honestly, I don’t know,” he admitted. “Up until dinner I was desperate for the end of this day to come. Hell, I even had Bud drop us at the airport an hour earlier than necessary just to get things underway.”
“Yeah, I noticed that,” Mac replied with a small smile. “So, what happened after dinner?”
“Walking back here the nerves just hit. I love you more than anything. I want you more than anything. I guess, if I had to pinpoint something, it would be ...” His voice trailed as he tried to figure out the best way to phrase it.
“What?” she prompted, concern in her eyes.
“The day of your surgery...it still gets to me,” he admitted, his deep blue eyes becoming shiny. “I know you’re alright and I know I said I was alright and everything else...but....” He paused and took a deep breath. “I don’t want to hurt you...you know, physically.”

Linking her arms around her husband’s neck, Mac drew him closer before kissing him gently.
“I love you so much, Harmon,” she whispered. “We both heard what the doctor said – ‘things might feel a little different at first but there shouldn’t be any pain’.”
“I know,” he said with a nod. “I just can’t bear the thought of causing you pain.”
“Honey, you won’t,” she replied adamantly. “What will hurt is if you don’t make love to me at all.”
Drawing another deep breath, Harm nodded. “Promise me you’ll tell me if it’s too much...or it hurts ...or...or...”
“Too much talking,” Mac said before her lips covered his and a very deep and tender kiss ensued.

Entwined on the deck, the pair continued to kiss, only stopping for oxygen when it was essential. It wasn’t long before Harm had begun to walk backwards, bringing his wife with him into their room before disrobing her.
“Dear god!” he muttered when he saw the sheer silk black negligee she was wearing underneath and suddenly his nerves were gone. “That has to be illegal.”

Stepping back, Mac looked down and examined the garment she was wearing. It had taken her hours to find this particular item and she had known the minute she had tried it on that it was perfect.
“This old thing,” she said dismissively.
“Oh, believe me,” he whispered hoarsely. “I’d definitely remember seeing this before.” His finger traced the plunging neckline all the way to her navel. “Definitely.”
“Glad you like it,” she said with a relieved smile. Sure, she had thought he would but she had bought it on a day she wasn’t feeling too confident about herself as a woman after the surgery and so she had had second thoughts.
“Like it?” he said, dragging his eyes up to hers. “I don’t like it – I love it!” He kissed her soundly before pulling back. “But I love what’s underneath it more,” he added. “50 years old and you are still by far the most beautiful woman I have ever met.”

Mac blushed before dropping her head muttering something. “What was that” he asked, raising her head.
“I said 49 and 363 days, thank you very much,” she replied, a spark of mischievousness in her eyes.
“Oh, that’s right,” he replied. “Still two days to go...and I had your present all ready to go as I thought you wanted the ...how did you phrase it? You wanted me to consider the whole ten days as your birthday...”
“Oh, hmmm,” Mac said, chewing on her bottom lip. “I did say that, didn’t I?”
“Yes, you did. Changed your mind?” he asked playfully.
“No, not exactly,” she said slowly. “I want my present...just don’t want the whole f-i-f...”
“Spelling it out won’t change the fact that you, my darling wife, are 50!” he said grinning.
“Still love me?” she asked wrapping her arms around him once more.
“More and more every day,” he replied kissing her nose.
“Great!” she said with a broad smile. “I’ll take my present now – thank you!”

Ferreting around in his bag, Harm found the black box before turning to face his wife.
“Happy birthday, Sarah. 50 and fabulous!” he said leaning in to kiss her before he slipped the box into her hands.
“Thank you, Harmon,” she replied with a smile; she had said the same to him when he reached the milestone.

Slowly she opened the box and gasped when she saw the contents. “You remembered!” she said, her eyes sparking like the diamonds on her ring. “I love it! Thank you, thank you.” She peppered him with kisses before slipping the ring onto her finger. “I can’t believe you remembered.”
“You’d be surprised by what I remember when it comes to you, Sarah MacKenzie – Rabb,” he said as she began to kiss him in a way that certainly let him know she loved the ring.
“Mmmac...” he muttered as she tried to take his shirt off him.
“What?” she replied, forcing herself to look at him.
“I think it’s time to shift this to the bed,” he said, looking at her swollen lips.
“That was my intention,” she replied, her fingers still working his buttons.
“I know,” he said. “But the doors...the light...”
“Oooh, you want it all dark and secluded, do you?” she sassed as she closed the wooden shuttered doors.
“Well, I may have one or two things I only want you to see,” he replied as he dimmed the lights.
“That sounds familiar,” she said turning to face him. The frown on her face told him she was trying to work out where she’d heard it before.
“You said it to me the first night you took me into your bedroom to have your wicked way with me,” he said with a smirk, knowing he had been an extremely willing and active participant in the whole thing.
“Oh, so I did,” she replied with a smile, the night was one of the highlights of her life. “And you got to see one or two things, didn’t you?”
“Oh, believe me,” he said, raising an eyebrow. “I got to see absolutely everything!”
“And if I remember correctly, you were happy with what you saw,” she continued as she pulled back the covers.
“Ecstatic,” he replied, his grin widening. “One of the best nights of my life.”
“Mine too,” she agreed climbing into the luxurious king-sized bed. “So, what do I get to see?”
“Anything you want,” he answered, stepping out of his shorts and boxers before dropping his shirt onto the floor.

Casting an eye over her husband’s form, Mac grinned to herself. 54 and he was still in fine physical shape...and still very, very pleasing to the eye.
“Like what you see,” he sassed, climbing in alongside her.
“Always do,” she replied gazing into his eyes which were more like his usual colour. She would never tire of his eyes. They were so expressive and Mac was sure there was a different colour for each emotion he experienced. She had seen about 50 different shades of blue, not to mention the times she would swear they were green.
“Something wrong?” he asked when she had been looking at him a little too intently.
“I love your eyes. They are incredibly beautiful,” she said, creeping closer to him.
“They’re just eyes, Mac,” he said, with a shake of his head.
“You’d be surprised at just how much your baby blues say,” she replied, one hand running up and down his arm.
“I wouldn’t say they are baby blue,” Harm said, although he wasn’t too sure what shade of blue they were.
“They aren’t all the time,” Mac agreed, “You may be Navy but, believe me, I know a whole lot more about blues than you.”

Leaning forward, Mac kissed him gently and smiled when his strong, steady hand ran over her body and anchored on her butt.
“Nerves seem to be gone,” she said as she pulled back only slightly.
“Yep,” he said with a grin. “Just be gentle with me,” he added with a laugh.
“If you insist,” she said, rolling onto him and framing his face with her hands. “Love you.”
“Love you too,” he replied before surrendering to his wife.

It was a night of gentle, easy love making as they realised they had all the time in the world and both were still mindful of Mac’s recent surgery. As he had done after the births of their children and any medical procedure Mac had had, Harm let her take the lead, set the pace and kept her on top of him, trusting her to know her own body, trusting himself with her.

Come dawn, Mac climbed out of bed to use the bathroom and, in her absence, Harm rolled and settled himself on his stomach. Rather than walk around the bed, Mac lifted the sheet covering her husband’s naked form and gasped. There was something there that she hadn’t noticed in the darkness the night before and which definitely hadn’t been there the last time they were intimate.

Kneeling on the bed, Mac leant over to inspect things a little more closely. Soon, she used her finger to trace the marine green design she found on the top of his left buttock, the exact location where she had hers.
“Mmmac,” he mumbled at her touch. She didn’t reply as she studied the rose with the initials SMR curled into the leaves. “Mmmac, you up?”
“Go back to sleep,” she said. “It’s still early.”
“Nah, I’d rather...” he started before turning over and catching her expression. “What?”
“The tattoo...when? Why?” she said shaking her head.
“Three weeks ago,” he replied, sitting up in front of her. “And because I love you.”
“But you once said your body was a temple and you’d never deface it with tattoos,” she reminded him.
“I know,” he said. “And it is, but I want to use this temple to worship you.”
“Wow! That’s just...um....wow!” she muttered, shaking her head once more. “You know green ink doesn’t come off if you change your mind.”
“I know,” he said. “The tattooist made a point of telling me that, and, as I said to him, I will never want it to come off.”
“You got it in the same spot where I have mine,” she observed, reaching over and caressing his hip.
“Yep,” he said with a grin. “I have to tell you I had a great deal of fun finding that tattoo after years of wondering...figured as you spend time watching my bare six that you might find it fun too.”
“Oh, I will,” she said, moving in to kiss him, which she did deeply and passionately.

Then, in the breaking light of another glorious day in the Bahamas, Mac showed her husband just how much she loved him. It was nearly lunch time before she decided he’d been thanked enough and she was starving.

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[> Whoa Nettie, a new story and this one is priceless. You are so bad BUT in a great way and the title is perfect, LOL!!! Just love this story and cannot wait to read Part 2. Thank you so much. -- Can Sheshe, 17:18:21 04/22/13 Mon [1]


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[> Perfect Harm and Mac. Amazing Nettie -- Beth, 19:12:35 04/22/13 Mon [1]


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[> Just what I needed as I am facing a LONG night filled with homework staring at a midnight project deadline. I just might make it now. THANK-YOU! -- Shazam, 20:12:04 04/22/13 Mon [1]


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[> How absoutley adorable and beautiful Nettie, as they always should have been! Thank you for a new story. -- JoyZ, 23:25:53 04/22/13 Mon [1]


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[> amazing -- michellev, 01:07:35 04/23/13 Tue [1]

Nettie, longtime fan loved this one can't wait to see whats next. Quick question, will you continue your 36 hrs and following stories. They are my favorite and I read them often.


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[> [> Hi Michelle, please email me! -- Nettie (C), 06:56:55 04/23/13 Tue [1]


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[> A great new storie Nettie i love your writing looking forward to pt 2 -- Bev uk, 15:17:50 04/23/13 Tue [1]


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[> So glad you've found time to write. Was also delighted to see another story from Nettie. You really do capture our dynamic duo so well. (Also tried to read this this morning at 0100 hours, but couldn't hold my eyes open.) -- carramor, 21:34:54 04/26/13 Fri [1]


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