Santa Baby

Harm hisses his pleasure, “Oh Mac, so good.”

Mac craves the salty taste of his skin. She turns his manhood up and begins to lick his shaft like a big stick ice cream. Harm almost lost it. He is definitely going to get her back for this. Then she licks his head like a lollipop, running her tongue slowly over the slit. Harm just about came then and there, he sexily grunts and groans. Mac then takes him into her mouth and Harm restrains himself from thrusting into her throat. Mac lets him go and takes him back into her warm hands.

“Watch this Flyboy,” she teases.

Mac licks her lips and unlocks her jaw, as Harm looks down; she takes all of him deep throat. Harm growls something akin to a roar from The Lion King. She holds his base as Mac begins to pump Harm at a good pace. Harm doesn’t know how much longer he will be able to stay up on his feet.

“Oh god this is really happening. She actually can handle all of me. It’s not like I ever doubted she could, but damn that Marine can do it,” Harm thinks to himself.

Suddenly, Mac begins to hum something and the vibrations drive him crazy.

“Wha… wha…t is that? Oh God Mac,” then Harm listens carefully. It’s the Navy theme song and then she begins to hum the Marine theme song, “Oh Mac…Baby, you have to stop. I’m going to…”

Mac quickly stops and helps take some of the edge of for him. Then she stands up and licks his lower lip before kissing his lips hard. He fully kisses her back devouring and savoring him on her lips.

“Oh Harm,” Mac says in a breathless whisper.

Harm scoops Mac up into his arms and places her softly on the bed. Then he brushes his fingertips down the really sensitive skin on the side and under the curve of Mac’s right breast before squeezing the whole thing. It makes Mac’s nipples so eager for his touch; she is practically shoving them into his hands. He repeats on the twin and Mac’s gumdrops are standing at attention. Harm stimulates them with different types of touches. He rubs his thumb over them, pinches them lightly, licks them, and nibbles on them gently. He sensuously toys with her breasts, until her nipples are so erect it almost hurts. Harm whispers all the things he wants to do to her.

“Oh Mac, I love touching your body so much.”

He kisses her ribs, every scar from her past, and sexily grunts all the way toward her belly button. Then he flicks his tongue around the belly button. Mac thrusts up into his face.

“Harm you devil,” Mac says as she musses his hair with her hands.

“It’s only fair Marine.”

“I can take what ever you dish out Squid.”

“We’ll see… I’m going Marine muff diving…”

He slips down to her thighs and begins to leisurely kiss and nip at the skin. Mac fills with warm fuzzies all over again. When Harm begins to lick her outer lips Mac thrusts from the sensations she feels.

“I want you so bad Mac.”

“Not as half as bad as I want you ,” M,” Mac thinks to herself.

“God you’re making me so hot Harm.”

He slips her lips open with his long fingers. Gently, he uses his right middle finger to circularly rub her clitoris. As she begins to get mildly moist down there, she throws her head back and begins to moan Harm’s name, and some other incoherent Farsi sayingsrm drm decides she’s happy with this move, then he adds another finger, and he becomes slightly more aggressive since she's more receptive to his fingers. Mac grips the sheets and Harm looks into her face, he can see the raw desire in her eyes and how much pleasure he’s giving her. Harm flicks his tongue against her button gently, then licks it a few times with a flat tongue-as if he is licking an ice cream cone-before giving it more pressure with the tip of his pointed tongue. He didn’t let all the moaning and bucking distract him from his duty.

“Yes! Faster Harm,” Mac yells at him as if she was a drill sergeant.

“Yes ma’am,” Harm mocks then picks up his pace.

Mac is almost completely wound tight when; Harm takes his left index finger and gives it to Mac. She begins to suck on it and treat it as if she were back going down on him. The things she was doing to his finger made him hard all over again. As Harm holds her lips open with his right hand, he begins to flick his tongue over her clit.

“Oh! Ahh Harm,” Mac thrusts up again and her feet rest against his shoulders.

“Yes baby?”

“God I need you.”

“Soon baby soon,” Harm lays another big kiss on her lips to remind her of how good his lips and tongue feel.

Then he takes his wet left index finger and slips them into her flower. He comes up to whisper into her ear, “Do you like it, Mac? Should I go… Deeper? Should I lick, finger, or rub you?”

His warm sensuous breath in her ear sends chills up her spine and she wants to take him right then and there. She decides then that she loves it when he talks dirty to her.

Mac is breathing heavy and says, “Yes! Deeper! Faster! More!”

He then pulls back, giving her his left index and middle finger. A few strokes and Mac begins to buck against Harm. She comes off the bed, arching her body firmly against his, and then she falls back to his pillow. Harm then explores her core deeper, probing faster.

“Oh My God Harmon Rabb Jr. I am going to get you.”

“Like that huh, Marine…”

Mac inevitably becomes so wet, and Harm begins stroking her faster. In and out at a constant pace, reverting from her vagina back to her clitoris. He uses his tongue on her clitoris whilst he continually pumps his fingers inside her.

“Oh God Harm… I think I’m going to come.”

“You are so beautiful like this Mac. I never want to forget this look.”

Harm stokes her, as he licks her clit, he uses his right hand to stroke her perineum, and suddenly Mac comes. Her hair wild and this animal look in her eye. Harm notices that they changed color.

“Oh God Harm! Yesss,” she screams, “God I love you, Flyboy.”

He strokes her a few minutes more then brings his left hand up to her mouth. Mac licks his finger slowly tasting her on him and he kisses her passionately.

“I love you too, Ninja Girl.”

“I want you now.”

“Are you sure?”

“I want you on this beach now Squid.”

Harm repositions himself and then as a last bit of fun, he holds his erect penis with his right hand, and uses the head to rub her clitoris. He circles her vagina and makes like he’s going in for the kill, but doesn't. Look her in the eyes while you slowly stroke her vagina, from her clitoris down to her perineum.

Then he whispers into her right ear, "What do you want me to do with it?"

“I want you in me, so bad Harm.”

“Should we um… Use something,” he asks as he nips and kisses her neck.

“No, I want to feel all of you. I’ve waited so long, I don’t want some plastic tube to keep me from you.”

“Fine by me. Now look at me,” Harm says and as she complies he slides into her slick walls, “The eagle has landed.”

Mac locks her legs as high as she can to get the best angle for them both.

“I’m home,” says Mac as tears of joy slowly slip from her eyes.

She wraps her arms tight around Harm’s back. She lazily draws circles on his back with her nails.

“Now move it or lose it lover,” Mac says once she adjusts to Harm’s rather large size.

Harm begins to soar as he moves at such a fast pace. Mac reaches and grabs his fine butt cheeks.

“Oh God Mac, you feel so good. So tight and warm.”

“Harm…You’re so good.

"Harder," Harm commands, "Harder!" Growls were by now commonplace in his bed, but he is beginning to veritably snarl the words.

"Umph!" Mac rolls Harm under her.

"Go harder, Mac!" He digs his fingers into her hips for emphasis, but not enough to steal control of her movements.

"Harm!" Rocking against him faster, and more frantically, lodging him more deeply inside her with each thrust, she hurries to comply with his demands, "God!"

"Grrrrahhhh!" That is halfway between a snarl and a roar, and he gives up the battle to stop him from arching to meet her thrusts.

"Mmmmm!" His surrender spurs her on, her fingers clench on top of his hands and she impales herself with an impact that makes her gasp. Harm bares his teeth, eyes locked on her form. Her wildly bouncing breasts and straining muscles make his abdomen tighten and his glance up at her gritted teeth and pinched face takes any real capacity to hold out any longer out of his hands.

"Unnnnhhhhh SARAH!"

"Oh Harm!" She feels him spilling into her but doesn't stop riding him; she doesn't even break her pace in the least. Somewhere in the second or two after he'd shaken himself deeply into her, she finds her own release. "Aaaahhhhhh! Ahhh! Oh, GOD HARM!"

"Grrrrrrr......."

"Mph........" Mac's hips finally stop moving and she comes back to herself, more than a bit unsure after her uninhibited, carnal display. She feels suddenly silly, spiked with a healthy dose of giddiness. The way Harm's hand had wound up to roughly squeeze her breast coupled with the frank; appreciative expression painting his features wasn't helping. "I, um, I - "

He let her slither off of him, but he caresses and pinches her rear end as she does. She kneels at his side after uncoupling, seemingly a bit lost as to what to say or do next. Sharp eyes regard her for a moment, and then he speaks.

"Damn good Mac."

"Um, yeah…” Her eyes were everywhere but him, and he lays a hand on her thigh. "That was… That was… I don't know what that was."

"Didn't like it," Harm asks unsure of how to handle a post-coital Mac.

"Not exactly. I just - I don't know. I lost control."

"Yeah." He sits up a bit, using the hand still on her body to brace himself. "Mac, look at me," she complies, letting him see all the churning emotions going on inside her. Harm suddenly slips into his caring lover mode.

"It makes me hard as hell to see you lose control. Nothing wrong with that." He scoots toward her, coming within inches of her bare face. "You know by now that I love you. You know that deep in here."

He taps a finger against her chest over her heart for emphasis, "But I don’t want it to be only that. I want to be a good fuck for you, sweetheart."

Her eyes widen in surprise, but then settle.

"I don’t mean to be an ass, but there's a part of all this that's pure beast, especially for me. I have to go past what's conscious; what's controlled. I want to take you to a place that's nothing but physical, nothing but beast. I want to see you so damn hot for me that you can't help yourself if you tried. 'Cause that's how you make me, get it?"

"Got it," she affirms in a breathy whisper, as she reaches out her fingers to brush against him intimately.

"Got enough to go again, Marine?"

"Of course," she closes the distance between them, looping her arms around his neck. "I love you."

"Good, I love you too," he presses his lips to hers, kissing her, and devouring her mouth eagerly.


Harm’s Loft Apartment
North of Union Station, Wash. D.C.
7am.

Mac feels an arm across her waist and a warm breath gently blowing against her nape. She checks her internal clock; two hours until they had to be at Small Airstrip. She hoped to be landing around lunch; she had a feeling they were going to work up an appetite on the way... See Harm wasn't the only one who had talked to Frank. Mac had been planning to get Harm good; he'd never be able to top this Marine... A good friend of Frank's would be flying the JAG crew, Mac and Harm to California, instead of taking a commercial flight. Suddenly, Mac feels Harm move; thrusting his hips, and other bits against her behind.

"Poor Harm. He's dreaming again. God, I hope I'm not too sore to move. I don't want to wake the squid up, but we have to get ready to go. Heaven help me, he's making me hot all over again. Suck it up Marine and make him pay for it later," Mac thinks to herself.

Mac moves Harm's arm and slips into the bathroom, while he continues to hump the bed in his deep sleep. She finds her bag hidden at the bottom of Harm's hamper. Mac brushes her teeth and makes herself beautiful again before coming back out to wake Harm up. She comes out and quickly hunts down her nightgown. Slipping it on, she goes to the kitchen and starts to make coffee. While it percolates, Mac hunts for a quick breakfast for the two of them.

"This isn't breakfast," Mac thinks to herself as she suspiciously eyes the fruit and nut bars in the carton.

She puts the box away when she remembers that breakfast is on the plane. Harm slowly reaches out his hand for Mac as he's coming back into consciousness.

"Maaac," Harm suddenly wakes up when he feels a cold sheet, "Maac, where are you?"

"Right here, Flyboy," Mac says as she comes from the kitchen.

"Is it me, me, or can you be any more beautiful than you are to me right now?"

Mac leans in and kisses Harm on his forehead, "It's just you."

"Am I going to get a proper good morning kiss," Harm asks as he flashes his killer smile.

"Not until later, we don't have time now. So, get your six out of bed and get dressed. Coffee is on its way."

"Yes ma'am," Harm mocks her and then it registers, "Where are we going?"

"To get your other Christmas present."

"Oh... But Mac, it's the twenty-sixth. Christmas is over."

"Will you git, before I have to kick your beautiful six."

"Oh all right," and Harm gets up out of bed, goes to his bathroom, and naked as the day he was born. Mac just watches him move.

Twenty minutes later, Harm opens the door and a puff of steam exits the door before he does. He comes clear of the bathroom in a robe, towel around his shoulders as he tries to finish drying his hair. Mac had changed into her jeans and a half Marine green, and half Navy blue, 'Marine's Rule and Navy Drools', shirt she found while shopping for little A.J.'s gift. She hands Harm his coffee as he reads her shirt.

"Cute, Marine. I'd drool over you any day."

"Feel better?"

"Much."

"We need to get going soon. We need to be where we're going at eight am. I've packed you a bag and all you need to do is throw on something that you will be very comfortable in."

"In a hurry are we?"

"Yes as a matter of fact, 'we' are. Meet you downstairs."

Harm goes into the bedroom and dresses e Mae Mac loads up Harm's newly rebuilt Vette'. She climbs in behind the wheel and buckles her safety belt. Mac calls Harriet's cell, lets her know they are on their way, and that she would share details later. Then she starts ticking down the minutes. Harm comes down, hops in, and buckles in.

"How come you're driving? I am capable of driving you know. It's my car."

"I know and I don't want to take the scenic route. Besides, I know how to get there."

Mac starts up the car and backs out carefully. She gets them on the road just about exactly when she expected to leave Harm's apartment.


Small Airstrip
Somewhere in Va. or Wash D. C.
7 AM

All the JAG gang was assembled. A.J. and Meredith being the last two to arrive. They board the huge 747 and the crew serves them breakfast on the large conference table.

"So, I assume we're just waiting for Harm and Mac," asks A. J. before he sips some coffee.

"Right. Mac's supposed to call me soon," says Harriet while she feeds little A. J. some cereal.

“Could someone fill me in on the plans please,” asks A. J.

“Mac didn’t go catch a plane last night. I helped her ambush the Commander last night.”

“I want details now. I get the feeling I’m going to have to fill a rather serious report for those two when I get back to JAG after the New Year.”