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Spoiler: Retreat, Hell!
Commander Harmon Rabb held an ice pack to the back of his head. It was helping to ease the throbbing that resulted from the Admiral’s chair tipping over with him and his hitting his head on the floor. Harm wondered if AJ Chegwidden had rigged the chair to assassinate anyone who sat in it, thus ensuring that he would never be retired. The door to the office opened and Harm looked over, wondering who would come in without being announced by the Yeoman.
When he saw his visitor, the annoyance over them not being announced was forgotten, the pain in his head was forgotten, breathing was almost forgotten! For there stood Lieutenant Colonel Sarah Mackenzie, but not looking like the Mac he had seen this morning, all prim and proper in Marine uniform, but looking like the most beautiful and desirable woman in the world! She was wearing a long dress of white silk that hugged the sinuous curves of her body and made her look like she was covered in cream. Mac walked into the office and said quite matter-of-factly, “It’s going to rain this afternoon. It’s perfect weather for making love.”
Harm gazed at the woman who was both the great love of his life and his most blazing passion. Since that day in Sydney airport, he had taken all that feeling and pressed it into a tight ball deep in his soul; the ring on her finger told him that she didn’t want him, she wanted Mic Brumby. But she was here now, her warm, brown, gold-flecked eyes shining with desire for him; she wanted him! And that tight ball of love deep in his soul exploded. Harm couldn’t help but to smile and the words just came out of his mouth.
“You oughta know, sweet thing.”
Mac could not have been more stunned if Harm had started to bark like a dog. Did he call me sweet thing?! Mac was worried; Bud had told her about Harm’s accident, but it was obvious that he was hurt more than they had thought. What else could explain his calling her an endearment, and that smile, not the “fly-boy” smile that she loved but a different smile, one that made a warm flutter travel though her body.
Mac gave Harm a smile so sexy that it made his heart start beating like a night landing on a carrier. She strutted around the desk and stood in front of him and said in a warm, throaty voice, “You want to know how sweet?” Then she licked her lips.
“Oh darling, do I ever!” Harm gasped and stood up. Taking a step toward her he reached out with trembling hands to her waist and pulled her into his body, wrapping his arms around her. Mac placed her hands on his broad chest and slid them to his shoulders, grasping them. She tipped her head back and as Harm lowered his head down to her glossy red mouth she purred, “Harm!”
Then their lips met.
Mac gave Harm a worried look. She walked around the desk and stood in front of him and said in a voice full of concern.
“Harm, are you OK?”
“Oh darling do I ever!” Harm gasped and stood up. Taking a step toward her he reached out with trembling hands to her waist and pulled her into his body, wrapping his arms around her. Mac placed her hands on his broad chest and when Harm pulled her close they slid up to his shoulders. She tipped her head back and saw the passion blazing in his eyes and as Harm lowered his head to her dark red mouth she squeaked, “Harm?”
Then their lips met.
They felt an almost electric spark flow through their bodies, followed by a fierce heat. Harm sucked on Mac’s soft lips and gently pressed his tongue along the seam of her mouth. With a soft moan she opened her mouth and sucked his tongue in. Harm explored the recesses of her sweet mouth, probing and licking her. Mac passively accepted this for a moment, then simultaneously with her arms wrapping around his neck, her tongue swirled and twisted around his, then she pushed her tongue into Harm’s mouth. On and on the all consuming kiss went and the heated passion of it vaporized whatever they felt for Mic and Renee. They knew in their minds, hearts, and souls that they were meant for each other and only each other. They fought the need for air, believing that stopping this kiss would kill them, because underneath the passion was the fearful knowledge that they had come too close to losing each other forever. But even they need to breathe, and with a groan Harm released Mac’s mouth and they each took a deep gasping breath.
Harm clung to her, pulling her tightly against him, his roaming hands telling him that there was no silk dress just the uniform, but he didn’t care; all that mattered was that his beloved Sarah was in his arms and she loved him as much as he loved her. They covered each other’s faces with kisses and when their lips met they went into another long sizzling kiss. When that one ended, Harm pulled his head back to look at her beautiful face. Blushing had given her olive complexion a soft glow, her kiss swollen lips were slightly parted and most of all her eyes, those wonderful chocolate eyes were now almost black with love and need.
“I love you Sarah!” Harm said, his voice trembling. “Oh God I love you!”
Mac closed her eyes as the impact of Harm’s declaration hit her Thank God!
“And I love you, Harmon Rabb!”
Harm gave Mac a slow soft kiss, sweet with love. Then he grabbed her shoulders and spoke, “You’re mine Sarah Mackenzie, mine! You are not going to marry Mic Brumby; you’re going to tell him it’s over! You’re going to give back his ring,” it was at this point he grabbed her left hand, pulled off the ring and pressed it into her palm and wrapped her fingers around it, ”and you are going to tell him that you are never going to see him again!” He pulled her back for another kiss, this one hard and blazing; he was determined to erase any doubt that they belonged to each other and only each other.
“Yes, Harm,” Mac gasped. “I will tell him tonight darling.” Mac stepped away from Harm and headed for the door. She was almost there when she stopped and turned around to face him. Harm had walked around the desk and was now standing in front of it. Mac quickly crossed the space to Harm and pressed herself tightly against him; reaching up she gently placed her hands on ether side of his face and looked deep into his eyes.
“And you are mine, Harm,” she told him. “And after I end it with Mic he will need time to move out of my apartment, so I will be coming to your place and when I get there I don’t want to fine so much as one blonde hair.” Then she pulled Harm down to her mouth. It was a kiss hot with promise of what was to come.
“Oh, Sarah,” Harm gasped, as soon as he caught his breath.” If you don’t go now, I won’t be able to let you.”
Mac rested her head on Harm’s chest, hearing that his heart was beating as fast as hers was. She was looking at the Admiral’s desk, remembering all her fantasies about her and Harm and this desk, but this was not the right time. Tonight when they were free of all duty and there would be nobody else in their lives, then the time would be right and it would be beautiful. She took a couple of steps back from him and took a couple of deep breaths. Harm, in an effort to get them both back in a JAG frame of mind asked her, “Did you want something?”
You, I want you! “I want you to authorize orders; I want to send Gunny to New Mexico to pick up my prisoner,” Mac answered.
“Fine by me,” Harm said.
Mac walked to the door and said, “I love you Harm.”
“I love you too, Sarah,” Harm said.
Mac left the office and Harm sat back down and put the ice pack where he needed it the most, his lap.
That Night
Harm lay in his bed looking over the newspaper when he noted movement out of the corner of his eye. Sarah Mackenzie came out of his bathroom wrapped in a small gray bath towel. She stopped and leaned against the glass block shower stall, a sultry smile on her face.
“What are you thinking Mac?” Harm asked.
“Oh, that a girl can’t get too much of a good thing,” Mac answered, as she looked Harm up and down. She stepped over to the bed, sat down and slid over to him. “And I was hoping that we could take up where we left off this morning.” She moved closer to Harm and as her mouth closed with his she whispered, “Harm.”
“Sarah,” he returns.
Then their lips met.
This kiss was even more overwhelming than the first one, for now they knew that they belonged with each other, that the other loved them, truly loved them. Suddenly Mac broke the kiss and pushed herself away from Harm, turning her head and not even looking at him. Harm was shocked; he sat up. “Sarah?” he asked. When she still wouldn’t look at him he reached out to her, cupping her cheek to turn her head to him. He saw that her eyes were filled with tears.
“Oh Harm, I’m so sorry!” she said, her voice breaking. “I took Mic’s ring to hurt you and then I let the whole thing get completely out of hand. I just let Mic go on and then I hurt him so bad when I ended it tonight! I don’t deserve to be happy, to be with you!” Then she started to cry.
“No Sarah, no baby, don’t cry; this is my fault. I loved you in Sydney and I loved you when I left to fly and I didn’t have the guts to tell you that then! If I did then none of this would’ve happened and we would’ve been together. I’m sorry for what happened with Mic; blame me, but it would have been so much worse if you did marry him, for everyone. Please honey, don’t cry; all that matters now is that we are together now and I promise that I will make this up to you and nobody in this world deserves happiness more than you and that I will always love you,” Harm said.
Mac took a breath and with a corner of the towel wiped her tears. “From now on we only look to the future; we will only go forward and we will not let what happened rule us,” Mac told Harm, her voice, although just above a whisper, rang with determination. Mac slid back from Harm a little and pulled the towel off herself and tossed it away. Harm gazed at her, overwhelmed by her beauty. His dreams didn’t do her justice. She slid back up to him and reached out to him, pushing aside his crimson silk pajama top and placing her hands on his well-muscled chest. She leaned forward, bringing her lips to his and whispered, “Make love to me Harm!”
Harm wrapped his arms around her and started a kiss that fanned the endless love between them to unappeasable passion. Harm rolled over and gently lowered her to the bed. He broke the exquisite kiss for one more thing had to be said, “This is forever Sarah!"
“Forever is the only way it could be!” Mac answered, pulling him down to her.
Indeed forever it was.
A year and a bit later
June Lundy heard the bell over the door of her clothing shop ring, letting her know that she had a customer. As she headed to the front she said to her daughter Hannah, “Customer!”
“I heard Mom,” Hannah said, as she kept unpacking a box of sweaters.
June walked to the counter and was pleased to see that her customer was a tall, dark, and very handsome man.
“Hello, may I help you?” she asked.
The man gave June a smile so dazzling that she felt her heart skip a beat and started to speak.
“Yes, I’m looking for a birthday present for my wife, and yesterday when I drove by I saw that white dress in your window and it is perfect for her.” He took a piece of paper out of a pocket of his brown leather jacket. “Now here are her measurements, her height and a size from a similar dress. I hope it’s her size.”
June glanced at the paper. “Yes, sir it’s her size exactly, let me go get it.”
June walked over to the display window and took the dress down thinking, She must be a model with these measurements. Well, a man that gorgeous would have a beautiful wife. She brought the dress over to him. “This is a lovely dress; it’s silk and the only one in white,” she told him.
“That’s it, that’s it exactly! I’ll take it,” he said.
“Hannah!” June called. Hannah, sixteen and pretty, even with her braces, came out from the back and gave the tall, dark, and very handsome customer a shy smile. Her heart gave the same skip that her mother’s had when she received his dazzling one in returned.
“Hannah. Hannah! Box this dress and put one our cards in the box.” June turned to the customer, “If the dress needs to be hemmed or needs any little nips or tucks, your wife can bring it back here. Alterations are included in the price and we do them on the premises. Oh, you said that this is a birthday gift; would you like it gift-wrapped?”
“Yes, please,” he answered.
“Wrap it up Hannah,” June told her.
“OK, Mom,” Hannah answered, and taking the dress she went to the back of the store.
The customer stepped up to the counter and gave June a credit card. She rang up the sale and asked, “Have you and your wife been married long?”
“Not quite a year, but we’ve know each other for five years now,” he answered. “We worked together.”
“What do you do?” June said.
“We are lawyers in the Navy,” he said. “We were partners on cases and became friends, then I realized that what I felt for her was more than friendship, that I loved her. It took a couple of other incidents for me to tell her that, however. I can’t describe what I felt when she told me that she felt the same.”
June handed back the credit card back. “Do you still work together?”
“No, the Navy does not let married couples serve in the same unit, but the day after I proposed, and before we even told our CO, we both got new assignments! But if we have to choose between being together at work or being together in every other part of life, well, it’s not really a hard decision,” he said.
Hannah came from the back of the store with a box covered in gold paper with white ribbons. “Oh, that’s nicely done Hannah,” June told her daughter.
“Yes, very pretty. Thank you,” the customer said to Hannah.
June put the package in a shopping bag and handed it to her customer.
“Thank you for shopping with us and when you need that anniversary gift, we will be here,” she told him.
“Thank you and good bye,” the customer said. When he got to the door, June called out.
“I’m sure she will look lovely in it,” she said.
The man opened the door but stopped in the doorway and called over his shoulder, “I know she does!”
END