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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
8,124
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Chapter 5
Bubble Bath Fantasies
Part 5 of 7
Disclaimers: The novel “A Glimpse of Stocking” was written by the American bestseller author Elizabeth Gage in 1988. And the poem mentioned in this part doesn’t have a title but was written by Cole Porter. It’s printed on page 6 of the novel.
April 2nd 2004, Friday
2245 Zulu (17:45 hrs EST)
Harm’s apartment
North of Union Station
Washington D.C.
He was so tired. *Man, it had been a long week…* Harm thought as he went to the kitchen to pull a bottle of water out of the refrigerator. With Mac and Bud being away, making huge progress on getting to the bottom of the incident at Pearl, they were extremely short-handed at JAG Headquarters. And Harm, as well as the rest of the JAG staff were putting in extra hours to avoid being swamped by all the work and new cases coming in. The Admiral seemed very pleased by the enormous amount of hard work from all his people because he had ordered them all to get an early start on the weekend.
Even though Harm’s muscles ached, he still had tried to evade the Admiral’s order. AJ nearly shooed him out at 1715. At that time, everyone else had gone home already, and Harm, again, was the last of the staff besides the Admiral to leave. To be honest, Harm really didn’t want to go home. He just felt restless, not knowing what to do with himself after work. The reason for his uneasiness at home was that he missed a certain marine. Harm knew that. Of course, they had spoken over the phone a few times during the week, but he had to admit it: he missed her terribly. At work he still could pretend that Mac was close – her office was at least within easy reach, and he could kind of pretend she was there, but his apartment was cold, and besides some framed pictures of her, nothing of Mac was there with him. So he had spent long hours at work the whole week. But now a whole weekend lay ahead of him – a weekend alone.
He leaned heavily on the kitchen bar and took a deep gulp of the cold refreshing water. Suddenly, his gaze settled on Mac’s card, which he had received and read on Monday. Harm didn’t remember leaving it there, but apparently he had. He picked it up and stared at her words again. Then it hit him. He knew exactly what he would do tonight. And he had promised her – and he never broke a promise. And the best thing about it was, Harm would be closer to Mac, closer than he had realistically thought he would be considering their recent rough road to friendship again, even though it had improved a lot after their joint movie night. *That’s it. Why didn’t I think of that sooner?* With a satisfied grin on his face, he went to his bedroom to pack some things he would need for his plan. Indeed, he had a plan – a really good one – he would follow Mac’s suggestion and go over to her apartment to take a relaxing scented bath.
Little did he know exactly ‘how’ relaxing it would be for him…
April 2nd 2004, Friday
2330 Zulu (18:30 hrs EST)
Apartment "The Washington 2812"
Georgetown, Washington D.C.
It took Harm quite a while to finally reach Mac’s apartment. The Friday evening traffic had been hell and had even increased his need for that bath. Hopefully, Mac had told him the truth about the positive effects of it.
He was so glad to finally step into Mac’s apartment, and even though a deep silence filled the rooms, it wasn’t unpleasant, because everything in that apartment was her – brought her closer to him. He had to smile when he realized – really realized for the first time – that Mac had as many pictures of them, their friends and family as he had. Once – just a short time after their first case together – it hadn’t been that way…besides a photograph of her Uncle Matt and one of her and Chloe, the apartment had been impersonal, as if it hadn’t been Mac’s home. But that was a long time ago and many things had happened since then – good and bad things. He wandered around the apartment, taking in every tiny detail, but always trying to respect Mac’s privacy. Nevertheless, he would have belied himself if he denied that it wasn’t interesting, exciting and just fun to ‘check out’ the place where Mac lived, what she called her own little kingdom and where she was truly herself – not Lt. Colonel Sarah MacKenzie, the lawyer, marine and colleague, but Sarah ‘Mac’ MacKenzie – the private person, the woman.
Harm settled on the couch and finally saw the note that Mac had left for him to read before starting the ‘bath mission’.
He grabbed the sheet of paper and leaned back to read what Mac’s unmistakable and elegant handwriting would tell him.
“Dear Harm, …” *Uh, again ‘dear’ instead of just ‘hello’ or ‘hi’. I really like that…*
“Dear Harm,
Reading this means you’re here – really following the suggestion I made. That’s the first part – I knew you wouldn’t let me down. Go Navy!
I’m serious, I’m really happy you’re open-minded enough to try something new, even though you don’t believe in the ‘power of scents’…yet. But you will, after going through with it – I’m sure.
Anyway, below you’ll find some hints and advice from me. Please, follow them step by step. Remember, I still outrank you, so consider yourself as ordered to do so, Commander.
1. Turn on the heater in the bathroom a little bit. Believe me, it’s the most frustrating thing to step out of the warmth of a relaxing bath and then start to freeze.
2. Fill the tub with water. Choose the right temperature for you, not too cool and not too hot, either. Just as you prefer it.
3. Pour a capful of the scented bath oil mixture standing on the coffee table into the water. Because you are a starter in the whole ‘scent and aroma science’, I chose one for you that I believe it will be perfect for your first scented bath. It’s a mixture of rose oil, cassia and a little bit of nutmeg. It’s really relaxing, melts away the tension in your muscles, which I’m sure you have after work, and at the same time, it has a very refreshing, vitalizing effect.
4. Light some of the perfumed candles, but leave out the joss sticks, because I think that would be too much for your senses. We don’t want to overdo it, do we?
5. Put some music into the stereo and program it on shuffle repeat so you don’t have to get out of the bath once the music’s over. You can hear the music in the bathroom, too, because my stereo is connected to the speaker cabinet installed in the bathroom. Of course you don’t have to put on music – if you prefer silence, go for it. Just do whatever fits your mood.
6. Place a towel (in case you didn’t bring one with you, there are some in the cabinet next to the washbasin in the bathroom) next to the tub – so it’s within your reach when you want to get out.
7. I always put something to drink (you can find juice, water etc. in the kitchen) and a good book on the small table next to the tub. I love to read while taking a bath, but that’s just me. Take a look at my bookshelves; I’m sure you’ll find something interesting for you to read.
8. Last but not least, when you’ve finished your bath, don’t rush things – take it slow and relax a whin thn the couch – cool off a bit. Then you can go home. Or in case you’re too tired to drive, it happens – believe me, I’m always about ready to crash into my bed after it, you can just sleep on my couch. Just in case, I placed a pillow, some fresh sheets and a blanket on my bed.
That wasn’t much, was it? The rest is up to you! Make yourself as comfortable as possible.
Enjoy,
Mac.“
*Wow, she really had planned the whole thing well. The least I can do is to try it.*
He grabbed the bottle with the bath oil and was about to walk to the bathroom when he recognized the book about scents and their effects that Mac had checked out from the library weeks ago.
Harm looked at the bottle in his hand, then to the book in front of him and back to the bottle.
“Let’s see what kind of effects nutmeg, rose oil and cassia have besides being relaxing and refreshing,” he said to no one in particular.
Finding the index of the book at the end of it, he searched through the alphabetical list and found cassia first.
When he opened the book to said page, a list of dozens of scents and aromas with their effects was listed on it and it said about cassia:
“Cassia – stimulates fantasy and increases your sensuality…”
Harm searched with his index finger farther down the list and he continued reading, “Nutmeg – has an erotic and stimulating effect…and…”
His eyes wandered down, slowed down at the letter ‘R’ and stopped at the last word,was was looking for, “Rose oil – sexually stimulating and it aids/ improves your blood circulation.” He took a breath, “Well, she made a good choice…if she wanted to seduce me.” Harm had to grin at that thought.
*Ok, let’s get it done.* He walked to Mac’s bathroom, taking only his towel and scented bath oil with him, while leaving the bag with his clean clothes in Mac’s bedroom. After following Mac’s instructions, he moved to her stereo and found an interesting music collection and chose a double CD of slow rock songs and put both CDs in Mac’s double CD player. After that, he searched Mac’s bookshelves for something interesting to read and stopped abruptly when one title caught his attention: ‘A Glimpse of Stocking’ it said. It was a novel by the best selling author Elizabeth Gage, and on the back of the book’s jacket was written: “Annie Havilland, very young, talented and extremely ambitious, has only one dream: She wants to try for a Hollywood career, wants to become rich and famous. Tirelessly and tenaciously she works her way up – though the unscrupulous movie tsar, Harmon Kurth, trying by every means to destroy her, creates obstacles over and over again. Annie Havilland – a dream creature. All men desire her enormously.”
Flipping through the pages, the poem written on the first page made him stop. Harm read it – first silently then a second time out loud:
“In olden days a glimpse of stocking
Was looked on as something shocking.
Now, Heaven knows,
Anything goes.
The world has gone mad today,
And good’s bad today,
And black’s white today,
And day’s night today…
By Cole Porter”
Harm simply stared at the words for a while then blinked a few times and shrugged his shoulders. *Well, definitely not my usual taste in reading, but lately I seem to go for new horizons…let’s give it a shot…* he thought to himself.
He took the book and placed it together with a cool bottle of water on the small table next to the tub.
Again, he checked Mac’s list in his mind: the heater was on, the candles were lit, soft rock music sounded from the stereo, a towel lay within reach and the big tub was filled with very hot scented water…a bit too hot. That’s why Harm had decided to let it cool off a while. Meanwhile, Harm stripped down until he was only in his black knit boxers that fit him like a second skin. He placed his clothes on a chair in Mac’s bedroom and went back to the bathroom, using the time for a shave.
The music, the aroma of the bath oil mixture, the warmth – all together helped to lift his spirits and he blissfully sang along with the current song that was softly emanating from the speaker.
TBC
Part 5 of 7
Disclaimers: The novel “A Glimpse of Stocking” was written by the American bestseller author Elizabeth Gage in 1988. And the poem mentioned in this part doesn’t have a title but was written by Cole Porter. It’s printed on page 6 of the novel.
April 2nd 2004, Friday
2245 Zulu (17:45 hrs EST)
Harm’s apartment
North of Union Station
Washington D.C.
He was so tired. *Man, it had been a long week…* Harm thought as he went to the kitchen to pull a bottle of water out of the refrigerator. With Mac and Bud being away, making huge progress on getting to the bottom of the incident at Pearl, they were extremely short-handed at JAG Headquarters. And Harm, as well as the rest of the JAG staff were putting in extra hours to avoid being swamped by all the work and new cases coming in. The Admiral seemed very pleased by the enormous amount of hard work from all his people because he had ordered them all to get an early start on the weekend.
Even though Harm’s muscles ached, he still had tried to evade the Admiral’s order. AJ nearly shooed him out at 1715. At that time, everyone else had gone home already, and Harm, again, was the last of the staff besides the Admiral to leave. To be honest, Harm really didn’t want to go home. He just felt restless, not knowing what to do with himself after work. The reason for his uneasiness at home was that he missed a certain marine. Harm knew that. Of course, they had spoken over the phone a few times during the week, but he had to admit it: he missed her terribly. At work he still could pretend that Mac was close – her office was at least within easy reach, and he could kind of pretend she was there, but his apartment was cold, and besides some framed pictures of her, nothing of Mac was there with him. So he had spent long hours at work the whole week. But now a whole weekend lay ahead of him – a weekend alone.
He leaned heavily on the kitchen bar and took a deep gulp of the cold refreshing water. Suddenly, his gaze settled on Mac’s card, which he had received and read on Monday. Harm didn’t remember leaving it there, but apparently he had. He picked it up and stared at her words again. Then it hit him. He knew exactly what he would do tonight. And he had promised her – and he never broke a promise. And the best thing about it was, Harm would be closer to Mac, closer than he had realistically thought he would be considering their recent rough road to friendship again, even though it had improved a lot after their joint movie night. *That’s it. Why didn’t I think of that sooner?* With a satisfied grin on his face, he went to his bedroom to pack some things he would need for his plan. Indeed, he had a plan – a really good one – he would follow Mac’s suggestion and go over to her apartment to take a relaxing scented bath.
Little did he know exactly ‘how’ relaxing it would be for him…
April 2nd 2004, Friday
2330 Zulu (18:30 hrs EST)
Apartment "The Washington 2812"
Georgetown, Washington D.C.
It took Harm quite a while to finally reach Mac’s apartment. The Friday evening traffic had been hell and had even increased his need for that bath. Hopefully, Mac had told him the truth about the positive effects of it.
He was so glad to finally step into Mac’s apartment, and even though a deep silence filled the rooms, it wasn’t unpleasant, because everything in that apartment was her – brought her closer to him. He had to smile when he realized – really realized for the first time – that Mac had as many pictures of them, their friends and family as he had. Once – just a short time after their first case together – it hadn’t been that way…besides a photograph of her Uncle Matt and one of her and Chloe, the apartment had been impersonal, as if it hadn’t been Mac’s home. But that was a long time ago and many things had happened since then – good and bad things. He wandered around the apartment, taking in every tiny detail, but always trying to respect Mac’s privacy. Nevertheless, he would have belied himself if he denied that it wasn’t interesting, exciting and just fun to ‘check out’ the place where Mac lived, what she called her own little kingdom and where she was truly herself – not Lt. Colonel Sarah MacKenzie, the lawyer, marine and colleague, but Sarah ‘Mac’ MacKenzie – the private person, the woman.
Harm settled on the couch and finally saw the note that Mac had left for him to read before starting the ‘bath mission’.
He grabbed the sheet of paper and leaned back to read what Mac’s unmistakable and elegant handwriting would tell him.
“Dear Harm, …” *Uh, again ‘dear’ instead of just ‘hello’ or ‘hi’. I really like that…*
“Dear Harm,
Reading this means you’re here – really following the suggestion I made. That’s the first part – I knew you wouldn’t let me down. Go Navy!
I’m serious, I’m really happy you’re open-minded enough to try something new, even though you don’t believe in the ‘power of scents’…yet. But you will, after going through with it – I’m sure.
Anyway, below you’ll find some hints and advice from me. Please, follow them step by step. Remember, I still outrank you, so consider yourself as ordered to do so, Commander.
1. Turn on the heater in the bathroom a little bit. Believe me, it’s the most frustrating thing to step out of the warmth of a relaxing bath and then start to freeze.
2. Fill the tub with water. Choose the right temperature for you, not too cool and not too hot, either. Just as you prefer it.
3. Pour a capful of the scented bath oil mixture standing on the coffee table into the water. Because you are a starter in the whole ‘scent and aroma science’, I chose one for you that I believe it will be perfect for your first scented bath. It’s a mixture of rose oil, cassia and a little bit of nutmeg. It’s really relaxing, melts away the tension in your muscles, which I’m sure you have after work, and at the same time, it has a very refreshing, vitalizing effect.
4. Light some of the perfumed candles, but leave out the joss sticks, because I think that would be too much for your senses. We don’t want to overdo it, do we?
5. Put some music into the stereo and program it on shuffle repeat so you don’t have to get out of the bath once the music’s over. You can hear the music in the bathroom, too, because my stereo is connected to the speaker cabinet installed in the bathroom. Of course you don’t have to put on music – if you prefer silence, go for it. Just do whatever fits your mood.
6. Place a towel (in case you didn’t bring one with you, there are some in the cabinet next to the washbasin in the bathroom) next to the tub – so it’s within your reach when you want to get out.
7. I always put something to drink (you can find juice, water etc. in the kitchen) and a good book on the small table next to the tub. I love to read while taking a bath, but that’s just me. Take a look at my bookshelves; I’m sure you’ll find something interesting for you to read.
8. Last but not least, when you’ve finished your bath, don’t rush things – take it slow and relax a whin thn the couch – cool off a bit. Then you can go home. Or in case you’re too tired to drive, it happens – believe me, I’m always about ready to crash into my bed after it, you can just sleep on my couch. Just in case, I placed a pillow, some fresh sheets and a blanket on my bed.
That wasn’t much, was it? The rest is up to you! Make yourself as comfortable as possible.
Enjoy,
Mac.“
*Wow, she really had planned the whole thing well. The least I can do is to try it.*
He grabbed the bottle with the bath oil and was about to walk to the bathroom when he recognized the book about scents and their effects that Mac had checked out from the library weeks ago.
Harm looked at the bottle in his hand, then to the book in front of him and back to the bottle.
“Let’s see what kind of effects nutmeg, rose oil and cassia have besides being relaxing and refreshing,” he said to no one in particular.
Finding the index of the book at the end of it, he searched through the alphabetical list and found cassia first.
When he opened the book to said page, a list of dozens of scents and aromas with their effects was listed on it and it said about cassia:
“Cassia – stimulates fantasy and increases your sensuality…”
Harm searched with his index finger farther down the list and he continued reading, “Nutmeg – has an erotic and stimulating effect…and…”
His eyes wandered down, slowed down at the letter ‘R’ and stopped at the last word,was was looking for, “Rose oil – sexually stimulating and it aids/ improves your blood circulation.” He took a breath, “Well, she made a good choice…if she wanted to seduce me.” Harm had to grin at that thought.
*Ok, let’s get it done.* He walked to Mac’s bathroom, taking only his towel and scented bath oil with him, while leaving the bag with his clean clothes in Mac’s bedroom. After following Mac’s instructions, he moved to her stereo and found an interesting music collection and chose a double CD of slow rock songs and put both CDs in Mac’s double CD player. After that, he searched Mac’s bookshelves for something interesting to read and stopped abruptly when one title caught his attention: ‘A Glimpse of Stocking’ it said. It was a novel by the best selling author Elizabeth Gage, and on the back of the book’s jacket was written: “Annie Havilland, very young, talented and extremely ambitious, has only one dream: She wants to try for a Hollywood career, wants to become rich and famous. Tirelessly and tenaciously she works her way up – though the unscrupulous movie tsar, Harmon Kurth, trying by every means to destroy her, creates obstacles over and over again. Annie Havilland – a dream creature. All men desire her enormously.”
Flipping through the pages, the poem written on the first page made him stop. Harm read it – first silently then a second time out loud:
“In olden days a glimpse of stocking
Was looked on as something shocking.
Now, Heaven knows,
Anything goes.
The world has gone mad today,
And good’s bad today,
And black’s white today,
And day’s night today…
By Cole Porter”
Harm simply stared at the words for a while then blinked a few times and shrugged his shoulders. *Well, definitely not my usual taste in reading, but lately I seem to go for new horizons…let’s give it a shot…* he thought to himself.
He took the book and placed it together with a cool bottle of water on the small table next to the tub.
Again, he checked Mac’s list in his mind: the heater was on, the candles were lit, soft rock music sounded from the stereo, a towel lay within reach and the big tub was filled with very hot scented water…a bit too hot. That’s why Harm had decided to let it cool off a while. Meanwhile, Harm stripped down until he was only in his black knit boxers that fit him like a second skin. He placed his clothes on a chair in Mac’s bedroom and went back to the bathroom, using the time for a shave.
The music, the aroma of the bath oil mixture, the warmth – all together helped to lift his spirits and he blissfully sang along with the current song that was softly emanating from the speaker.
TBC