My Big Phat JAG Wedding

MacKenzie-Rabb Apartment.
2909 P St NW, Washington. D.C.
7:30 p.m.

Mac has gone out to get dinner, and Harm quickly sets up his version of heaven at Casa de Rabb. He goes around the apartment taping and hanging photocopied romantic words from the dictionary. Then he leaves a trail of rose buds up to their bedroom. Then Harm takes this specially made bucket out of the closet and goes downstairs to the fridge for the block of dry ice. He puts it in the bucket with tongs and carries it back upstairs. He puts a vacuum hose over a hole in the lid and the blow dryer over the other hole. Harm gets the dryer to work and it starts blowing puffy cloud like mist into the entire apartment, because he set the dryer to blow on high. He dresses up the bed and himself in his black boxers with the red hearts along the waistband and a little red pocket on the inside for a condom. He places his gifts under his pillow and waits for Mac to come home.

Mac comes home and she sees the white smoke coming from their apartment. She thinks there’s a fire, so she rushes into the apartment thinking she’s going to save Harm. It doesn’t smell like anything is burning…

“Harm, Harm, are you ok? Where are you? Is there a fire in here?”

She feels a note on the light switch. She peels it off and turns on the light. The note says,

“Welcome to my world, won’t you come on in… Leave your shoes by the door and bring dinner. Love, Harm.”

Mac recognizes the first sentence from a Jim Reeves song of the same title. She slips off her slippers and as some of the smoke leaves the apartment, she can see the words hung everywhere. As she begins to walk barefoot to the stairs, carrying Mickey D’s, Mac can feel something soft and velvety, very smooth on the floor. She immediately recognizes the scent in the air; it is rose petals. She can hear the faint strains of, Wind Beneath My Wings by Bette Midler playing on the bedroom stereo. She climbs the staircase to the bedroom door. She opens it to find Harm half naked, sprawled across their bed of white silk sheets and white comforter. His arms behind his head, a long stem rose between his teeth, and another long stem rose sticking up straight out of the hole on his boxers, using the rose as a kind of phallic symbol.

She instantly starts laughing so hard she almost dropped their drinks and dinner. Harm moves the roses into one hand as he gets up and crosses the room to her. He breaks most of the long stem off of the rose from his teeth and sticks it in her hair before capturing her face in his hands. Then he captures her lips and her heart. Fortunately, she keeps hold of the food until he lets her go.

“I come bearing food and I have to go get your gifts. They’re downstairs.”

“Oh you’re going to come, somewhere near here,” Harm says as he kneels down on one knee and lifts her blouse to kiss her abdomen.


Mac pulls on some of her Marine training and steps back. She puts the food on the dresser and rushes down to go get Harm’s gifts out of the guest room. Then she rushes back upstairs. Harm is on the bed again, this time with his gifts and the food spread out on the bed.

“Ok go ahead, get changed, we’ll eat, and then we can open these,” says Harm.

“Fine by me,” Mac hits her dresser drawer pulling out a box, and then she disappears into the bathroom.

About five minutes later she opens the door and seductively leans her body against the doorway frame. Her body in a dark bleeding heart red tapestry satin flower Jacquard strapless corset with contrasting boning, lifting her breasts but not crushing them too hard. It has nice Venice trim, a hook & eye front and waist slimming lace-up back. Harm’s eyes scan further down to see removable garters and the G-String edible undies.

“Like what you see, my horny Rabb-it?”

“Oh yeah, my lover bunny better get over here, before I hump her on that door frame.”

“God I’m starved.”

“Not for long,” Harm smiles.

Harm has a salad, and Mac fries and a 20 piece chicken nuggets that Harm feeds her with the sweet and sour sauce. Occasionally, he spills and licks it up.


“Can I open my gifts now,” says Harm, thinking that Mac’s his gift.

“Yeah,” Mac says as she hands him the gifts she brought in.

Harm opens the carefully wrapped first package to find a Now You Can Find It! Wireless RF Electronic Lock.

“Now you won’t ever lose your keys,” says Mac.

Harm opens the other gift to find a Paul Mitchell Tea Tree Travel Kit. He notices the shampoo bottles and gives Mac a crooked eyebrow and a smile.

“I couldn’t resist the smell of the shampoo and I thought it would drive me wild to smell it in your hair,” Mac teases.

“I would go use this right now but I want you to open my gifts first.”

“Okay,” Mac says as Harm hands her the CD shower companion stereo AM/FM and mp3player.

Mac opens it, “Interesting. Something tells me we’re going to be spending some time in the shower very soon.”

Harm hands her a smaller wrapped box, one he brought home from their trip to Disneyland. Mac slips off the red bow and opens the box. Mac's breath catches.

"Oh Harm, it's gorgeous. It looks so beautiful."


Inside the box is the beautiful red crystal rose necklace from Cristal d'Orléans that he had snatched out of her hand in the hotel room claiming it was for his mother.

Look at the back,” and she sees the inscription.

“For Sarah, I love you… Harm,” Mac reads, “What’s the date for?”

“It’s the day we met in the rose garden. Here, let me,” Harm helps her put on the necklace and it hangs beautifully, just above her breasts.

“Kiss me, Tomcat.”

Harm laughs, “Yes, my Angel Girl.”

Harm leans over aside Mac, stroking her right cheek with his left hand. Then gazing deeply into her eyes, he pulls her face closer. Hiwer wer lip caresses her lower. Then her upper caresses his upper. There is a spark between them when they finally kiss; igniting a fire within the two lovers and soon-to-be newly weds. He straddles her knees, his hands spread across her ribcage, just under her breasts. A squeeze, just enough to undo the hooks and eyes down the front of the corset, and he’s halfway to heaven.

“By the way, I took care of the lease on this place for another year,” says Mac, “All you have to do is sign the papers.”

“Hmmm, what,” Harm dazedly says as he is lost in Mac’s bosom, “Oh right.”


Harm kisses his way down and removes the garters. He gently blows on the crotch of the edible G-string and Mac feels the shivers go up her spine. He starts to devour it at her hips one side at a time working his way down further until they are gone. Mac is practically writhing on the bed as Harm comes up to kiss her.

“You know I love you so much it hurts,” Harm says holding Mac in his arms.

“Yeah, but it hurts so good doesn’t it,” Mac asks.

“Oh yeah baby, oh yeah,” Harm says as he reaches out for her lips, and meeting in a fiery kiss, his hips grinding against hers.

He rubs up enough against her nublet that it doesn’t take long before Mac rises up her legs and locks them over the base of Harm’s spine. Harm grunts as he can feel the warmth and wetness she has now opened up to him. He can’t resist her much longer. Mac can’t stand it any longer either, so she reaches in between them and guides him to the pearly gates so to speak.

“Oh god Mac.”

“Yes, Harm I’m ready.”

“Oh baby,” Harm says as he pushes through the gates and into heaven on earth, so warm and welcoming.

“Hhrrrff, oh yes Harm.”

“Mmffmh, god Mac you feel so good.”

“Oh Harm, could you move your hammer just a bit to the le… Ohmygod!”


Harm kicks up the pace a few notches, bringing them both to heaven. Then Mac rolls them so that she is above Harm. She looks down into his lust flared eyes and looks like she is falling deeply into them. Harm is focused on the rose necklace bouncing in between her bouncing beautiful breasts. She spreads her hands across his pecks before coming down for a lingering, sweet kiss. Then she slides her claws up into his hair, pulling, holding, stroking as she grinds her sex into his.

“I am going to enjoy doing this with you forever,” says Harm.

“Me too. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Harm rolls them back and he starts hammering into Mac so hard she thinks she can see stars. His muscles screaming for release as he grunts and moans. Mac begins to call his name as if it’s an erotic mantra. Then suddenly Harm explodes into Mac, triggering her own eruption of joy.

“Uuuuhhh Mac. Oh baby.”

“Ooooooh yesss, Harm,” Mac hungrily kisses Harm.

They lie together there for ten minutes, their bodies sweaty and aching. Then Harm pulls out and Mac moans at the loss of connection before he lies next to her.

“How about that shower now, Flyboy.”

“Right after you Marine.”


Roberts’ Residence.
Somewhere in Washington, D.C.
Wednesday, March 3, 2004
5:00p.m.

“I’m sorry that we can’t make it down there until April 7th before the wedding. It’s getting tougher keeping this a secret much longer.”

“I understand. It’s my job to provide as much help as I can. I’m glad we could meet over the phone,” says Tabby.

“So am I, so am I. Hold on a second, Little A.J. wants his snack.”

“Awww, ok.”

“Ok, so where are we now?”

“I pulled aside some of your left over rooms for the special guests and I saved an extra room in case you need one but I have returned the rest of the rooms to our managers to use. It’s hard to believe that this wedding is only six weeks away. It’s going to be so much fun. The spa package will cost your wedding party extra but it won’t be a huge cost. It depends on what you want to have done. We can settle the costs after the wedding and we do accept payments.”

“That’s good. Ok, I think it would be great to have the bridal shower in a rose garden. I’ll leave it up to you as to where to have the wedding rehearsal and the rest of the theming. Were are we going to be staying again?”

“I will do that. I have your wedding party together at the Grand Floridian Resort and I have put your special guests in the same hotel but on the floor above your party.”

“Great. Well I’ve got to let you go. My husband has just walked in and I’ve got to get dinner on.”

“I’ll be in touch.”


JAG HQ
Falls Church, VA.
Monday, March 8, 2004.
12:00 p.m.

The phone rings in Harm’s office, as he’s about to head out to meet Mac for lunch.

“Rabb.”

“Hey son, sorry to be calling you at work, but this couldn’t wait. Did you still want the yacht four our honeymoon?”

“Hey Frank, um…” Harm sits back down in his seat, “Well, I’m still working on plans for Operation Honeymoon.”

“Well, I was thinking of taking your mother out for a harbor cruise and then a friend of mine needs it for April.”

“All of April?”

“Yeah, he’s willing to pay me quite a bit for it.”

“I think I’ll go a head and let it go, but I’ll need it in 2005 for our first anniversary.”

“That’s fine. I’ll mark my calendar.”


Mac shows up at Harm’s door as he hangs up the receiver.

“You were late and I wanted to check.”

“Sorry Mac. That was Frank. We can go now.”

“What did he want?”

“Oh, nothing.”


JAG H.Q.
Falls Church, VA.
Wednesday, March 17, 2004.
2:00 p.m.

Mac’s internal clock changes to 2:00 p.m. and as she’s reading a deposition, tilted back in her chair, she suddenly sees a vision of some type of planes flying over her and Harm and fireworks at night at some type of castle. It flashed so quickly that it shocked Mac and made her leaning back in her chair unsteady.

Harm was standing out in the bullpen looking at a file next to Harriet when he looks up to see Mac’s chair going backwards. It feels like a slow motion picture to Harm, as he shoves the file at Harriet and goes running to Mac’s office. This all happens within seconds to everyone else. Harriet quickly calls for help come to the office.


“Mac, Mac, wake up,” Harm pats her cheek, and he thinks when she fell she hit her head and is now passed out.

She finally opens her eyes a few seconds later.

“Mac, are you ok,” Harm concernedly asks.

“I don’t know.”

“What happened?”

“I was leaning back in my chair reading the deposition from the Ensign Winston case and I guess a Leprechaun made me lose my balance.”

“Harriet’s called for help by now. I want you to go get looked at,” Harm says remembering when he hit his head the first time and started getting visions of Mac in various scenes, sometimes scantily clothed.

“I will, if we can talk later.”

“Fine,” Harm agrees as he helps Mac up and setting her in one of her chairs at her desk while he uprights her chair, “Are you sure you’re ok?”

“Yeah, I think so. I might have a minor concussion though. I guess I’m lucky I wasn’t drinking any coffee.”

“Well, just because it is St. Patrick’s Day, doesn’t mean you get off scot-free with me tonight. I’m going to watch you.”


MacKenzibb Abb Apartment.
2909 P St NW, Washington. D.C.
5:00 p.m.

“So what is it that you wanted to talk about?”

“Harm, I’m seeing things.”

“Do you need to go back to the doctor?”

“I’m serious Harm.”

“Ok. Have a seat and we’ll talk about it before we’ll change and I’ll take you out to dinner.”

They both take a seat on the sofa facing each other.

“Now what kind of things are you seeing?”

“Our wedding. I don’t know if it is because of the uneasiness that I feel about not knowing the details of the wedding, or if it is just jitters.”

“What have you seen about the wedding?”

“Well at Harriet’s Halloween party I saw you in your dress whites and Chaplain Turner in front of this huge structure. Then today I saw some type of planes flying over you and I in the day and then at night fireworks at some type of castle. It came and went so fast that it shocked me. That’s why I tipped back.”

“That’s why you nearly fainted at the party, and this has only happened twice?”

“Yes, but it’s strange. I usually only get visions when I concentrate like when you were adrift at sea or when Chloe was lost. I don’t know what to think. Are these things I’m seeing trying to warn me of something dangerous? It’s obvious they are of the future.”

“I don’t know what to say either. I tried asking Bud about what Harriet is up to but he decided to plead the 5th, on grounds that Harriet would make him sleep elsewhere in the house for a year.”

“I don’t know what to do. I can’t be letting Harriet get away with this secrecy, but I know what ever she’s done it’s going to be great.”

“You’re right. Do you think we could order her to tell us? No, on second thought… Let’s go change, I’m sure you’re hungry.”