Father Time's Gift

MacKenzie-Rabb Apartment.
2909 P St NW, Wash. DC.
March 20, 2003.
9:04am.

Mac is miserably sick after she was in a hospital interviewing a client on Tuesday. This bug manifested itself as a head cold and a cough. She was on leave from JAG and on her way to the bathroom to get her cold medicine to take another dose. She looks in the mirror and decides she looks just about as miserable as she feels. She goes to open the medicine cabinet, something rips, and 200 marbles come cascading out of the medicine cabinet and all over the bathroom. Instantly she develops this low and deep growl.

“Narm is a dead nam,” she says with her nose clogged.

“I’m gonna get him… I am so going to get him. This is war,” she thinks to herself.


JAG H.Q.
Falls Church, VA.
12:07pm.

Harm has been wondering all day if Mac has gotten to his payback. He’s still smiling even though he knows she is miserably sick. He thinks about pampering her a little when he gets home. After that St. Patrick’s Day Hair Massacre, he had to go to a barber and have them shave all the green hair off; there was barely any hair left on his head… She deserved this marble fiasco. Across the bullpen Mac is on the phone with Sturgis.

“Ima gonna kill im Surgis. E’re are arbles everywhere.”

“Mac, just calm down and crawl on your hands and knees back to bed if you think you can’t make it.”

“I’ll be fiine. E’s gonna get it toonite,” says Mac before she hangs up and heads to bed.

Sturgis leaves his office and makes a beeline for who else’s office? Mac’s plan is working, now Harm will expect something bad but he has no clues as to when. Harm’s revenge was wait until she doesn’t expect anything and when she feels free and clear, and then strike.


MacKenzie-Rabb Apartment.
2909 P St NW, Wash. DC.
5:30pm.

Mac is pretending to sleep as she hears Harm coming in their front door. He puts his cover and briefcase down, hangs up his coat before he looks in the bedroom, and sees she is sleeping. He heads off to the bathroom for a nice warm shower while she is resting. Mac patiently waits like a cheetah waiting to strike, waiting for the shower to start. She stretches in the bed like a cat before getting up as she hears the water start. Any second now and a naked, tired Harm will be in the shower. Mac listens at the door as Harm starts whistling then singing. Mac groans to herself when she figures out what he’s singing.

“God not again… That has got to be every ‘Top Gun’ watcher’s favorite song…” Mac thinks as Harm carries on the fourth verse of, You've Lost That Lovin' Feeling, “Well, you’re about to lose your lovin’ feeling.”

Mac knocks on the door and enters.

“Harm I need to use the head.”

“Yeah sure, just don’t flush. Put the lid down and I’ll do it on the way out.”

Mac does her business, gathers up al Har Harm’s clothing, the towels, and with a wicked smile on her face, she flushes the toilet, quietly sneaking out...

“Three… Two… One…” Mac counts down, going to the kitchen.

“Damn it Maac,” Harm yells as the cold water suddenly hits him.

But Mac isn’t done yet. She reaches under the counter and gets the mopping bucket out. She puts it into the sink and fills it half way with water and then she begins to add ice from the freezer. Then she marches back to the bathroom as quiet as she can. Harm is shampooing his hair for the second time when Mac sneaks in and dumps the ice water over the shower curtain. She giggles on her way out as Harm cries out in anguish, now is freezing, stepping on ice cubes, with shampoo suds in his eyes.

“Oh this is war Mac,” Harm yells at the top of his lungs so that the entire Georgetown area could hear him.


JAG H.Q.
Falls Church, VA.
March 24, 2003.

Harm walks into the full courtroom and opens his briefcase to find hundreds of mini marshmallows in there. His face immediately turns red and he begins to fish out his court documents while a few people including Sturgis and the judge, Commander Helfman. She orders a 10-minute recess to get the mess taken care of. Harm is livid by the time he gets back to his office.


MacKenzie-Rabb Apartment.
2909 P St NW, Wash. DC.
5:30pm.

That night Harm passes off the keys to Sturgis and he takes the car to the auto paint place. Mac couldn’t suspect Harm right off the bat because he is home… As Harm comes in the door she is on her way to the store to get something she missed to cook dinner with, but she secretly meets Sturgis and he takes Harm’s car to the paint place. Sturgis is really putting himself on the line now playing on both teams.


JAG H.Q.
Falls Church, VA.
March 25, 2003.
7:00am.

Harm decides to treat her to a carpool ride instead of letting her drive her car that was supposed to be in the garage. They pull up to and park. She mindlessly gets out of Harm’s SUV and heads into the office. As they both walk in there is a collective gasp and eyes watching them both as they go to their offices.

“Harriet, can I see you in my office please?”

“Yes, Colonel.”

Harriet enters her office and closes the door.

“Now, what the hell is going on out there?”

“Oh Mac. I guess you haven’t seen your car.”

“What’s wrong with my car? It’s at home in my garage.”

“Um, no it’s out front in your space.”

“Lock the door and close the blinds.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

Harriet jumps to and then Mac opens her blinds to look. Her car was now painted Navy blue instead of Fire Engine Red.

“My god, my car,” Mac screams in her head.

“Ma’am, it’s ok. It can be repainted. Just calm down,” says Harriet before Mac blows her top.


At that same moment the paint place delivers Harm’s car to the offices and parked it in a spot where Harm could see the license plate from his window. Harm gets up, looks out his window, as he stretches his back he notices the license plate on the back of this Marine green Corvette.

“My god, my car,” Harm screams in his head.

Harm opens his door andacroacross the bullpen faster than you can say Harm and Mac shipper. He knocks rather loudly on her door. Harriet jumps and opens the door. She quickly leaves and shuts the door be Har Harm.

“What in the hell did you do to my car,” Harm hollers.

“I could ask you the same Squid,” Mac says more coolly.

“You know, this has gotten out of hand. The Admiral’s probably going to be on our sixes soon to get this resolved,” Harm says calming down considerably.

“So do we bury the hatchet?”

“I think so, but I say we do one more practical joke…”

“On who?”

“Sturgis,” they say in unanimous decision.

“What did you have in mind,” asks Harm smiling.


Sturgis Turner’s Place.
Somewhere near Wash., DC.
March 31, 2003.
5:00am.

Sturgis goes to put his jogging shoes on and feels something squish as he slips his feet into the shoes. Harm and Mac had been over to visit and work on a couple cases. Mac had been the first to use the head and sneak into Sturgis’ room and fill a shoe with melted marshmallow fluff from the jar. Then they switch off in the hall as Harm is heading for the head and Harm fills the other shoe before they declare it a night.


JAG H.Q.
Falls Church, VA.
March 31, 2003.
8:00am.

“Cute guys, real cute. Next time, keep me out of your games.”


JAG H.Q.
Falls Church, VA.
April 1, 2003.
9:00am.

Harriet approaches Mac after the morning meeting…

“Ma’am could I talk to you for a minute?”

“Sure Harriet. Come on in.”

“Have you got any wedding plans,” Harriet asks as she shuts the door, “As far as the ceremony and reception?”

“No, I suppose I don’t. It hasn’t been on the top of my list lately. Why?”

“I was wondering if you’d trust me enough to put your wedding together and all you’d have to do is show up?”

“Harriet, you’ve got too much on your plate as it is. I couldn’t let you do it all.”

“There’s a friend of my mother’s that has a daughter that is a wedding planner. I’m sure she’d be glad to help us out.”

“Fine. What will you need?”

“Well, we have the guest list. Get a minister, a photographer and videographer. Color swatches, photos, ideas, stuff like that.”

“I’ll talk to Harm tonight.”

“Great. I’ll call my mother’s friend’s daughter,” Harriet fibs, she was going to call the Disney Wedding Sales Manager.


MacKenzie-Rabb Apartment.
2909 P St NW, Wash. DC.
6:30pm.

“Harm, you would not believe what I got asked today…”

“What,” Harm says slipping off his blazer.

“Harriet wants to plan our wedding.”

“Yeah and?”

“And I am letting her.”

“This isn’t some April Fool’s Day joke right? You’re actually letting her plan it all?”

“Nope, no joke. I said I’d talk to you tonight.”

“Seems to me like you don’t need to.”

“Who do you want for the minister?”

“I was thinking Sturgis’ Father.”

“Me too.”

“We need to figure colors for the wedding… What about your ideas?”

“You want my input?”

“Yes Harm, it’s our wedding. You are just as much a part of this as I am,” Mac says putting her arms around Harm.


Harm picks Mac up and carries her to sit on the sofa in the living room. They start kissing, and as they are kissing, Harm starts to fondle Mac’s breasts, noticing she is not wearing a bra. After a few minutes of passionate kissing, Mac pulls back.

“May I be excused to slip into something more comfortable?”

“By all means,” Harm says.

He relaxes on the sofa while Mac goes to their room to change. She returns wearing a pair of his boxers and a tank top. Mac stands before Harm, and he just takes in her beauty. He gently caresses her thighs, hips, stomach, and ass. Harm has her sit the sofa, and he kneels on the floor between her knees. Mac slowly brings his face very close to her crotch, and he can feel the warmth from her womb. Harm takes a long and deep breath, and breathes in the wonderful fragrance from her pussy. He ever so gently touches the crotch of his boxers that she borrowed; they are slightly wet. Harm gently presses the cotton material against her, rubbing them against her lips. Mac sighs, and moans slightly at the touch. He allows the boxers to fall back into place, and now the crotch area is soaking wet from her sweetness juice. Harm grabs the waistband of his borrowed boxers and tugs them down, while Mac lifts her bottom to help. He gets the boxers to her ankles, and then she kicks them off. Harm picks them up off the floor, and sniffs the crotch area, inhaling her fragrance.

By now, Mac is starting to get sexualrustrustrated, her body is begging for release, and her clit and walls are begging for attention. Harm notices Mac’s moans and sighs of frustration, and she gives Harm this look that screams, “Eat Me Now!”

He enjoys watching Mac squirm a little, and wants it to go on for a little longer. Her hand slowly snakes its way down to her crotch, to touch her womanhood, to give herself the release Harm won’t let her have yet. But Harm stops her hands to say,

“Not yet.”

Mac moans, and tries to free her hands, but his grip is steady. Harm starts to play with the small tuft of hair just above her neatly trimmed pussy, but never getting near to her sheath. Just when Mac thinks she is going to burst from the agony, Harm reaches down and fingers her walls, sticking his finger deep into her hole. His finger is met with an immediate rush of juice from Mac’s now dripping loins. Harm bends his face to her crotch, and begins to lick her pussy. Because Mac was built up, she comes very quickly, finally gaining the release she needed, and it is a very intense orgasm. Mac wraps her legs around Harm’s head, squeezing his head slightly, her body bucks, and bounces on the sofa. Mac’s pussy begins to pulsate around his tongue. She can't even scream, because it is such an intense orgasm, she just sits there with her mouth open as if she is screaming. While she comes, Harm slowly licks around, and sucks on her clit. After several aftershocks from his busy tongue, her orgasm finally subsides, and she sort of slumps down in the sofa tired and panting from her massive orgasm.

“God I have been thinking of you doing that all week,” Mac says as Harm stands.

“I’ve been dreaming of doing that to you all week,” Harm smiles.

He stands in front of Mac, and pulls her tank top over her head, and off her arms, which fall back down to her sides. Then Harm proceeds to remove his clothing and curls up next to Mac. They kiss, and he caresses Mac’s wonderful and naked body. He caresses her perfect ass, her beautiful breasts, which respond with quickly hardening nipples, which he also caresses. Harm kisses Mac’s neck and her bosom, and Mac slowly regains her energy. Finally she is ready to go, and she wants to return his oral pleasures. Mac disengages herself from Harm, and kneels on the floor in front of him as he did for her. His cock is not fully there yet, but she solves that problem quickly, as she plays with it in her hands and kisses the head. Very quickly, Harm is back at full erection, and Mac wastes no time, taking his whole joystick into her mouth, and down her throat a little. Then, she starts slowly sucking, swirling her tongue around the shaft and head. It feels magnificent, and it lasts a long time, with her slow and careful attention. Soon, though, Harm feels that feeling in his balls, and moans,

“I'm going to come baby,” Mac smiles.

Upon hearing this, Mac speeds up her sucking, and very soon, Harm moans,

“Oh… Baby… I’m… Coming!"

When Mac hears this, she stops sucking, and deep throats his manhood. Then he shoots several wads of come into her mouth, all of which she promptly swallow. After Harm finishes coming, Mac kisses his hardness, which is beginning to get soft, and then she curls up on the sofa with Harm. They kiss deeply, tasting their own come on each other's lips. They hold and caress each other until they both doze off into a nap. Harm awakes to sounds in the kitchen, and he gets up to find out what's up. He walks to the kitchen and stands in the doorway. He watches as Mac, still nude, places some strawberries on a platter, and she places a small bowl in the middle, into which she sprays some Reddi-Whip whipped cream.

“Looks delicious,” He says, startling Mac slightly.

She smiles at Harm and giggles, knowing he meant her and the strawberries. They sit at the kitchen table, and enjoy the strawberries. When they finish, Mac gets up to clean up the counter and throw away the paper dishes. Harm comes up behind Mac, and hugs her, kissing her neck, his hard cock rubbing between her legs. He picks her up and carries her to the kitchen table, where Harm sets Mac down, and tells her to lie back and wait. Harm retrieves the Reddi-Whip from the kitchen, and returns to the table. He sprays each of Mac’s tits, covering the nipples, and Harm sprays some on her belly button. He then moves down to her crotch, and sprays from the top of her trimmed bush, all the way to the bottom of her pussy. Harm sets the can aside, and proceeds to lick the cream off each of her nipples, deliberately being slow, and enjoying the feeling as Mac’s nipples harden in his mouth. He kisses his way to her belly button, where he licks the cream out of it.

Then Harm moves to her crotch, where he licks from the top of her bush, slowly down to the bottom of her pussy lips. Once he’s removed as much Reddi-Whip as he can, Harm grabs Mac’s hips, and rolls her over on the table, and pulls her towards him until her feet meet the floor. Harm deeply inserts one finger into her pussy to see if she is wet and she is soaked from his tongue work.