Father Time's Gift

The White House Rose Garden
Washington, D.C.
12:00am.

Right at the stroke of midnight Harm got his answer.

“Yes, Harmon Rabb Jr. I will marry you,” Mac says tears flowing from both her eyes and his as well.

Mac pulls Harm up to stand. He pulls her into his arms for a romantic and passionate kiss, and suddenly fireworks erupt from the Washington Monument. A couple minutes pass by before Harm looks up at the sky, and then looks back at Mac to watch the fireworks colors play across her face.

“Happy New Year, Mac.”

“Happy New Year, Harm,” she says as she looks up at him, and blue and red flashes appear on his face.

She holds him tightly for warmth and the intimacy of the moment.


Roberts Home
Somewhere in Wash. DC.
12:00am.

There is loud cheering, high fives given, hugs shared and kisses as well. Agent March, impulsively gives Webb a peck on the cheek. Webb left the room to ring his mother on his cell phone in private. Harriet and Meredith go to the kitchen for the champagne and sparkling cider.

“Well, I hate to blow this joint, but we’ve got to get going,” says Webb.

“I’ll return the ownership of the television back to Mr. Roberts,” says Agent March as she heads over to disconnect the AV hook ups.

“Thanks for bringing the equipment. I’ll have to get back to you on the tapes offer,” says Bud.

“Anyone want to find out who won the pool for Harm’s proposal and set up a pool for the wedding date,” says Tiner, “Of course all the winnings for the wedding and the honeymoon pools will go to the Rabb’s.”

“Tiner,” everyone yells, at first disgusted at his idea, but then Webb pulled out a one hundred dollar bill and hands it to Tiner.

“Put fifty on April 15th for the wedding, and the other fifty on Bora Bora for their Honeymoon,” Webb says almost puffing his chest like he raised the stakes on the pools a little higher.

“You got some inside information we don’t know Webb,” asks A.J.

“No, but I’m just trying to get in the spirit. Call it a feeling.”

“That sounds like he knows something we don’t,” says Sturgis.

“Ok, I’ve got Webb down for fifty, and fifty,” says Tiner holding the money in one hand and his little note pad in the other while he writes.

“Put me down, fifty for April 15th, and fifty for Australia,” says Sturgis, and then he sees the cringes at the memories kept by the others, “Ok, Brisbane, Australia, just to clarify.”

“Since we’re putting big money into this, I will go a hundred a piece for December 27th. I’m voting on the entire South Pacific including Australia and New Zealand,” says A.J.

“Covering all the bases sir,” asks Bud.

“Damn straight.”

“I got it,” says Tiner.

Harriet came back down from checking on little A.J. He was still sleeping after the noise they put up a little while ago over Harm and Mac.

“I’m going to put fifty down on May 8th,” Harriet says finding her seat, “And another fifty on Hawaii.”

“I’ll take July 4th, and all of Italy for a hundred,” says Bud.

“I’ll go twenty on September 5th, and twenty for all of Canada,” says Jennifer Coates.

“I’ll take August 3rd, and all of the UK, especially England for a hundred,” says Meredith since she’s the expert Shakespearian reader in the group.

“Can I get in on this,” asks Bobbie Latham.

“By all means,” says Sturgis.

“I’ll take June 26th, and Paris, France. Not the one in Vegas. All though that would be an interesting honeymoon.”

“Oh this is too good. I’ll take twenty on October 25th, and twenty on Cancun,” says Agent March.

“I guess that leaves you Tiner,” says Bud.

“I’m in for fifty on October 31 and fifty on The Grand Canyon.”


The White House Rose Garden
Washington, D.C.
12:15am.

“I think we better head out before we get kicked out,” says Mac.

“Right. Your place or mine?”

“Mine while Jingo has a sitter,” Mac laughs.

“It’s a deal, but do you mind missing the Rose Parade?”

“I think I’ve already had my rose parade for the night. I just want to be in your arms for the rest of the night.”

“I think I can make that New Year’s resolution come true,” Harm broadly smiles.

In transit to
Mac’s Apartment
Georgetown, Wash. D.C.
Wednesday, January 1, 2003.
12:32:am.

“This feels good,” Mac says as she snuggles her backside against the warmth of Harm’s body.

“I know something that would feel better,” Harm thinks to himself.

“So do I,” Mac says as if she read his mind again.

She slightly turns and leans across Harm’s lap. Suddenly, her lips meet Harm’s in a passionate kiss. Harm’s hand began to caress the front of her dress while his other arm cradled her. Mac felt his large hand’s heat, and moaned. Her right arm curled around the back of his neck. Next she felt his hand begin to caress her breasts and teasing her nipples to stick up through the thin material.

“Think we’ve got time before we get to your place?”

“I hope so, because I really want you…” Mac says moving from his arms.

He whimpers at the lost contact and sprawls on the leather seat as Mac goes down on her knees in front of him. Harm starts undoing his blazer and blouse, and Mac begins to hike her dress up to get comfortable before reaching for Harm’s belt. The zipper comes down, suddenly releasing him into the open air.

“My, my. Mr. Rabb, your joystick looks fantastic.”

“I had it cleaned and polished. Sorry, I forgot my boxers in my car.”

“Harm, you have nothing to be sorry for. I forgot my underwear in my purse when I noticed you left the party without saying good night,” Mac says as she slips her dress up and over her head.

“Your hair looks great and oh god, you look more beautiful than the last time we were together.”


She hovers over his body, her sweet canal ready to take on his steamship. Mac slides her hands down his chest, her nails flick at his nipples. Harm gently presses against her hips to guide her to the right spot. He slips just inside her lips and he feels so close, but she is running the show. Harm thrusts up as she comes down fast and both cry out at the sweet pleasure they brought to each other in that intimate moment.

“You’re so wet… Feels so good.”

“Oh I’ve been wet since we left The White House.”

“Oh Mac.”

“We’ve got to be fast and we've got to be sure. I don't want to go back if we should discover we are putting on a show for the driver,” says Mac.

“Whatever you want Ninja girl.”

“I need a hero, that's strong, and will hold on to me for the end of the night.”

“Oh god yes Mac, forever.”

Mac thinks that what she just said sounded like a familiar song, like a Bonnie Tyler song, but she can't place it for sure. Wait… It was part of Holding out for a Hero, by Bonnie Tyler. Mac had just remembered she had been listening to the radio while she had been getting ready for Harm and the Roberts’ party.

“I want to feel your approach like a fire in my blood, Harm,” Mac whispers in Harm's ear, igniting the flame of passion and sending to fly into the night.

“Oh Sarah, I’m on fire,” Harm says, hey if she could quote songs so could he, repeating a line from I’m on Fire by Bruce Springsteen.

“Oh god you feel larger than life,” Mac says as she wildly impales herself repeatedly upon his lap.


Harm groans and thrusts faster as if there was a way in a moving car. He silently thanked Harriet for getting a stretch limo. Harm laid his uniform jacket down for her head as a pillow and Mac put her fake fur coat on the floor so it wouldn't be so rough as Harm made himself comfortable in the cradle of Mac's perfectly shaped thighs.

“Oh Mac, I could lie here forever.”

“Don't you dare, I need you...Now.”

“Permission to pull into port?”

“Cut it out Harm, or this Marine's going storm your carrier and take what's hers,” Mac says making sure he knows she doesn’t want to play games.

“But I wanted permission...” Harm whines like a baby boy.

“All right but we're almost to my place.”

“Fine but we take it slower when we get there.”


Thank god, unbeknownst to Harm, the driver took a little shortcut on the way to Mac's to give them some time. He had known by looking at the two that someone would be having some in the back of his limo. He just hoped they'd clean up after so that he didn't have to.

“Umm, I know this is probably a bad time,” Harm says as he lifts her hips to go a little deeper and Mac cries out.

“Harrrm. What?”

“Have you thought about a date?”

“Oh...um yeah. Plenty of them,” Mac laughs as she flexes and releases her walls.

“God yes Mac... I meant when do you want to set a date to make this semi union whole and finally forever?”

Mac wanted to cry right then and there at his thoughtful sentiment, but right then wasn’t the time to discuss it.

“You know what’s more overrated than dress whites and gold wings?”

“No, what Mac?”

“Talking about deep things like that during sex. So, shut up and kiss me baby.”


Mac’s Apartment
Georgetown, Wash. D.C.
5:32:am.

Harm and Mac lie facing each other in bed after their third bout of lovemaking. Harm’s stomach sounds from being empty and as if on cue, Mac’s makes noise.

“I take it we’re hungry,” says Harm.

“You got that right. Are you in the mood for a couple grade A’s,” Mac asks thinking of getting up to go make breakfast.

“Hmm. I’d say I’m in the mood for ordering breakfast from that 24 hour diner that is near by here,” Harm says rolling over to kiss her forehead.

“Hmm… Wonder if Mac will let me stay in bed all day today,” Harm thinks to himself.

“Hell no,” says Mac as if she read his thoughts.

“I didn't think so... Guess I get an E for effort… Wait, how did you know what I was thinking?”

“I know you too well Flyboy. Hmm… Besides, I'd give you a D.”

“Why would I get a D,” Harm asks as he perks up an eyebrow and smirks.

“A D for damn fine idea! However, we’re both starving the longer we stay in bed. If you want an after breakfast flight in your cockpit, I’d suggest we eat now.”

“Since you’re the in flight stewardess, I’ll get my tray back to it’s original holding compartment and I’ll meet you in the kitchen after I clean up.”

“Ok. I’ll go start the coffee,” Mac says getting up and giving Harm a little show before heading to her kitchen in a robe.


Harm goes into her bathroom and digs out his toiletries bag from his drawer. Harm splashes a little cologne on and brushes his teeth. For the hair he just dips under the shower faucet and taps it with a towel to minimally dry it. He stops off to slip his extra sweats and socks he leaves at Mac’s on before going to the kitchen.

“Harm… Wet hair? It’s freezing out… You’ll get sick.”

“What’s on the menu?”

“Eggs, pancakes, toast and corned beef.”

“I’ll take the pancakes and I’ll go take a warm shower, if it’ll make you happy.”

“Yeah and I won’t be sharing this time. I don’t need to get sick.”


Mac turns and moves about her kitchen pulling out ingredients. She decided to make the pancakes thin this time. That way she could make the mix stretch incase tmighmight want a snack later before lunch. Mac made up breakfast and served it like blintzes filled with cottage cheese. She didn’t tell Harm she had fruit and other food in the fridge. He hadn’t had his coffee yet. Harm came sauntering into the kitchen this time in a robe and reaching for a fresh cup of coffee that Mac had started pouring two seconds before she heard him open the bathroom door.

“Ah, thanks Mac,” Harm said as a sigh after taking a sip of the warm black coffee.

“Your welcome.”

“These look heavenly,” Harm says as he puts down his mug and cups the sidf hef her breasts, then gives her a deep kiss, good morning.

He lets go and she play swats his butt, “These look heavenly too.

“This looks wonderful and I bet it tastes great. I thought we didn’t have much food.”

“You didn’t have your coffee yet and I wanted to surprise you.”

“Thanks again. Gimme a fork would ya. I can’t wait to dig into these.”

“Sure. I’m going for the paper. Be right back.”

“Don’t stay away too long,” Harm kisses the back of her hand.

Mac rushes over to the door and goes out into the hall, leaving the door open so that Harm could get a view. Of course he did…

“Ok Flyboy, here’s the paper,” Mac says as she picks out the classifieds to look for a new place to live. There was no rush for a new place, but why not look?

Mac finds a highlighter from her briefcase and begins to go to town on the paper. She picks at a little of each thing on her plate. Harm is practically ignoring her as he holds the sports section so far up, Mac can’t see him.

“If you are what you eat...” Mac muses aloud as she picks at her corned beef hash.

“Yeah,” says Harm, picking up Mac’s bait as he reads the morning paper, and not paying much attention to her.

“Well, I'm eating hash,” Mac is totally enjoying where her line is going. It’s only a matter of time before Harm gives up.

“So,” Harm asks, not getting her point as he reads the sports section.

“Wanna smoke me,” Mac asks seductively as she turns her food point into a drug reference about smoking hash.

“Maaac...” Harm says at the beautiful mental imagery Mac is conjuring in his mind’s eye, as he slaps the paper shut and on her kitchen counter.

Harm leans over and picks her up, tossing her up and over his shoulder, and back into her bedroom for that after breakfast flight.