Green Light

As Sarah Mackenzie left the ladies room of the small pizzeria located two and a half blocks away from JAG headquarters, she was greeted at the entrance by her smirking partner. Harmon Rabb, Jr. leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over his broad chest. He nodded his head towards the door. She understood.

Outside the restaurant, torrents of rain fell from the ominous gray clouds. What had previously been a clear blue sky was now giving Noah's storm a run for its money.

"I told you it was going to rain," Harm said, the smirk never faltering as she walked closer.

"You're guess was as good as any's," she said, avoiding his teasing eyes.

"My guess was as good as the meteorologist's," he added. "I just bet that he was right."

"Yes, well. . ." Mac said, watching as pedestrians rushed to the awnings of surrounding buildings, "I bet I can beat you back to JAG." With that, she pushed the door open and bolted into the rain.

Harm laughed, watching her for several seconds before racing after her. He dodged an elderly couple huddled underneath an umbrella and nearly tripped over a dog, but Harm managed to gain on his partner.

"If you beat me," Harm called, "I win by default!"

Mac's head spun in his direction. "No way, sailor!"

"You cheated; you got a head start."

"You cheated too! I didn't watch the news this morning."

By now he was at her side, smiling.

"I suppose that makes us even now?" he asked.

"All right. But I'm still going to beat you." She pushed her body harder, turning the corner that would lead to the parking lot. He followed her lead, closing in behind her.

As Mac saw the building through the gray mist, she smirked at the thought of beating her partner. However, the smirk was quickly wiped off her face as his arms encircled her waist.

"What are you doing!? Put me down!" she cried as he spun her around. The momentary flash of heat she felt at his touch was quickly dissipated as Harm bolted ahead. She was now facing the opposite direction, and he was heading for the finish line.

She regrouped quickly, catching up to him as they both closed in on their target. Mac watched him near the building, knowing full well that she'd never catch up. But if he was going to play dirty, then so was she.

Harm's cocky smile crossed his face as he counted the steps he'd need to take to beat his partner. His chest heaved but he pushed himself forward, abruptly stopping as he heard Mac's strangled cry. The bet forgotten, he turned back, finding the Lieutenant Colonel clutching her ankle in a puddle spanning the width of an empty parking space.

"Mac? Are you all right?" he asked, squatting down in front of her.

"I don't know, I think I might have twisted my ankle." Her large brown eyes looked up at him.

"That'll teach you to run in heels," Harm said, smiling.

"Ha ha, very funny, flyboy. Now would you help me up?"

"Of course, clumsy," he said, extending his arm. However, instead of pulling her to her feet, the action was reversed. She yanked his arm backwards, pulling him into the puddle.

Mac laughed as he landed at her side, covered too in the dirt and grime floating at the top of the small pool.

"You're gonna get it now, Mac," Harm said, wiping his brow free from the rain. It did no good: the rain was still coming down as hard as ever.

"Oh yea?" she prompted. The result left her pinned to the ground with her hands above her head, Harm's legs straddling her waist, and a questionable bulge digging into her stomach.

"Yea," he answered. "Who's laughing now?"

She responded with a giggle. "I am. You look like a wet rat."

His eyes shot upward, trying to catch a glimpse at his sopping hair. "I'd say the same for you, Marine, but you're too cute to be compared to a rat."

"Flattery will get you nowhere, Commander." A pebble lodged under her backside caused her to squirm, sending her body closer to his. She nearly gasped.

"If I would have known that a bit of rain—"

"A bit?" Harm questioned, his eyebrows raised.

"Okay, a lot of rain, would get us into this position, I would have checked the forecast a long time ago."

"And what position would that be, Colonel?" he asked, a smile crossing his lips.

She answered with a twist of her hips.

The ache in his pants threatened to burst at the next sign of contact, so Harm regretfully swung his leg over her hips and kneeled by her side. He let go of her arms and watched as she sat up.

"What's the matter, flyboy? Can't take the heat?" she said into his ear. Her lips brushed against his damp cheek.

"Oh, I know I can take it, but can you?"

A hungry spark illuminated her eyes as she brought her lips close to his ear and whispered, "Green light, Harm."

He grinned as his lips blindly sought hers. The rain was coming down harder now, and Harm could barely see the beautiful woman in front of him. However, his lips expertly locked onto hers, instantly receiving a passionate response.

Mac's hands gripped his shoulders as her lips tangoed with his, their game slowly evolving into a dance of their mouths. Her lips parted for him, allowing him to seek the entrance he so desperately wanted. His tongue stroked hers as he explored the warm contours of her mouth, moaning as he tasted the faint hint of the chocolate cookie she'd eaten after dinner.

A noise escaped the deep recesses of her mouth, closely resembling a purr. Harm smiled through the kiss; he must be doing something right.

He withdrew his tongue and hers was quickly sucked into his mouth, and she turned her head to the side to allow him better access. His hands, which had previously clung to her soaked waist, now braced her head as his tongue thrust against hers, alluding to the upcoming events.

Mac moaned into his mouth, her hands dropping from their stationery position on his shoulders. Her eyes were closed, not that she could see him anyway—the blinding rain knocked out any remaining visibility. Her hands trailed down his chest, one coming in contact with his knee. She held his knee with her right hand as the other headed lower, lower, lower, until she came in contact with the bulge in his pants. She cupped her hand around him, her thumb gently stroking the hardness within his tight pants. She applied a bit more pressure, her tongue and hand creating a quick, steady pace. As her hand turned and her knuckles brushed against him, he broke the kiss, eliciting a moan of disapproval from her bruised and swollen mouth.

"Perhaps we should move this somewhere else. . ." he offered as Mac's lips found his ear.

Harm gasped as her teeth nipped at the lobe, following by a swipe of her tongue. "Your place or mine?" she asked huskily.

He cleared his throat. "Mine."

She stood, helping him to his feet. In this new position, his erection strained even more painfully against his uniform, and he hurried her to his car. The key was in the ignition before Harm even shut the door.

Mac laughed. "A little excited, sailor?"

He raised his eyebrow, but quickly returned his eyes to the road. The journey to his apartment seemed to drag on forever due to the precautions other drivers were taking because of the rain. As he came to a stoplight he drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, willing the light to turn green. However, for several agonizing seconds, the light remained red.

Mac couldn't help but look amused at her partner's eagerness. However, the humor was a cover: she was just as anxious as he was. Leaning over, she traced his ear with her right index finger as her other hand weaved through his damp hair. Harm shifted in his seat, slightly stepping on the gas as he was able to gain more speed on a less busy road.

Her finger trailed down his cheekbone, slightly grazing his neck as it move along his jacket. Bypassing his hip, she settled her hand on his upper thigh. Harm again began tapping the steering wheel as he waiting for a car to pass at an intersection, but the nervous habit quickly ceased as Mac blew into his ear and brushed his shaft. Leaning into him, her hair brushing against his neck, she kissed his ear and shifted her fingers against him. Harm cleared his throat and pushed against her hand. His eyes snapped shut as her palm roughly ground into him, and he barely heard her say his name.

"Hmm?" he said, opening his eyes.

"The light's green." Mac smirked, pulling her hand back. She sat back in her seat and watched him shift uncomfortably before beginning to drive again.

After ten aching minutes, Harm pulled up outside his building. Both exited the car at the same time, meeting in front of the entrance in a heated embrace. The two stumbled visionless through the door, never once leaving each other's side. Not long after, Harm had his lovely partner pressed against the wall in his living room.

Mac threw her head back in ecstasy, offering her neck to him. Harm's tongue darted across her flesh, tasting and nipping at the delicate skin as his knee pushed her legs apart. Her hands, growing bored with his hair, began examining his back, feeling his sleek muscles through the damp fabric of his uniform.

He unbuttoned the collar of her uniform, licking the newly presented hollow of her neck. Mac's hands delved between their joined bodies, attempting to help the undressing process. She began at the bottom of his jacket and worked her way up, stopping as he began sucking at her flesh.

"Harm. . ." she whispered, unable to grasp at any other words to string together a sentence. He looked at her in response; he was having the same difficulty.

"Bedroom. . .," managed Mac, and Harm understood perfectly. He tore his lips reluctantly away from her neck and bent, one arm bracing the back of her knees as he scooped her into his arms. As he began the descent into his bedroom, her lips once again sought his. She nipped at his full, bottom lip, her tongue dragging against the red flesh.

He dropped her at the foot of his bed, pressing her against the mattress as his tongue quickly sliced into her mouth. The buzz of her moan vibrated throughout his body, and his lips were pulled away as he reached down to finish undressing her.

Mac kicked off her shoes, barely noticing the thud as they hit the hard floor. She watched Harm's face through hazy eyes as he pulled off her jacket, looking like a kid on Christmas morning as he began working at her shirt. Realizing he was ahead, she began fumbling with the rest of his buttons.

She pushed his jacket off his shoulders and groaned at the new set presented with his shirt. After the first four, she gave up, and began pulling the shirt free from the waist of his pants.

Harm laughed and Mac's hands stilled. "What?"

"Who's eager now, Ninja girl?"

She smirked, wrapping her legs around his waist and pulling him closer. "I am. Now take off your shirt and let's move this along."

The sternness of her command had his hands to his waist immediately, the shirt hitting the wall seconds later. The white t-shirt underneath was next, and when he looked down at Mac, only a bra of black lace covered her chest.

He bent down to taste her neck one more, lapping at the nape as her fingers deftly ripped away the belt on his pants. She moved to the zipper, but was unable to complete the job as he moved down her body, placing wet kisses along her chest. His lips played at the edge of her bra, licking area where lace met flesh.

"Oohh. . ."Mac muttered, her fingers clutching his hair as his tongue swiped underneath the material. She arched her back as he sucked at her skin and her hands quickly reached behind her back as she undid the clasp. Harm raised an eyebrow as she slipped the bra over her shoulders, but his attention was quickly attracted to her exposed breasts.

The bra landed somewhere by the doorway, but neither gave it a second thought as Harm's mouth descended upon one taut, ripe nipple. Mac screamed, clutching her soon-to-be-lover's shoulders as he sucked and lapped at her left breast like a newborn kitten.

"Oh God. . ." Mac moaned, her nails digging into his flesh. He winced slightly at the pain, feeling the slight break of skin. The pain only heightened the pleasure he felt, however, as his hand massaged the other, untouched breast.

His tongue drew lazy circles around her nipple, his finger following his pattern on the adjacent one. Mac's eyelids fluttered, her lust for him peaked. She cried out his name as his fingers tugged at her nipple, her hands dragging across his back. They moved along his spine to the base of his neck, finally clasping both sides of his face. She pulled him to her and, eye level, kissed him with raw desire as she flipped him onto his back. She straddled his hips, now resuming her work on his zipper.

Harm watched the woman atop him, lips swollen and breasts glistening from his kisses. Her fingers brushed his erection as she tugged the zipper down, allowing them to remain at the end longer than necessary. He closed his eyes, reopening them when he felt his partner slipping off the bed. She stood now, her hands now untying the shoelaces of his shoes. She tossed one shoe behind her and worked on the other, maintaining eye contact with him. He attempted to do the same but, being a man, found other distractions. The other shoe landing on a chair, she tugged off his socks, dropping them carelessly over her shoulder. And as he prepared for her to reach for his pants, she surprised him by reaching under her skirt.


His mouth hung open in anticipation, only to be slightly disappointed as they reappeared, peeling off one torn stocking. The other, left in similar condition due to their bet, joined the first as they were rolled into a ball and shot into the trash can, falling in effortlessly. Mac then allowed her fingers to linger at the zipper of her skirt, prolonging the moment ever so slightly before pulling it down. She gave the sides of the skirt a gentle push and it slid down her hips, landing in a pool of fabric at her feet. She kicked it away, and instead of completely stripping, she leaned over and reached for his pants.

Harm helped, lifting his hips off the bed as her fingers curled over the edge, hooking his boxers as well. In one swift motion the pants were on the floor and he, and his erection, were left bare.

His throbbing organ was glazed with pre-come, anxiously awaiting any form of contact she was willing to offer. Her own sex seemed to share this notion, as he witnessed while her damp curls were exposed and the panties were left forgotten.

"Mac…I can't wait…"

She nodded hungrily in agreement as she crawled over him, stopping for a moment to place a light kiss on the sensitive underside of his shaft. His groin tightened, and he sat up, grabbing her arms and pulling her astride him.

"Mac, are you on anything…?"

She nodded absently, beyond the point of caring, as she lowered her hips to his and accommodated his exceptionally sized manhood.

Both gasped at the coupling: the glorious feeling of her tight, wet walls wrapped around him, combined with the sheer knowledge that they were finally, after so many years of wanting, doing this, made the rapture so much more exquisite.

Her hips rocked lightly against his, her body becoming accustomed to his thickness. She bit her lips, her teeth dragging along her lower lip as she lifted herself, only to plummet down at a greater speed.

A rhythm being established, Harm grasped her hips, his own aiding in the rapid movements. He met her thrust for thrust, their groans of pleasure overpowering the sound of the headboard hitting the wall.

He brought his rough fingers to their place of connection and felt his way through the forest of curls, flying blindly until he discovered the aching nub of flesh that caused her to throw her head back and scream. He could feel her climax approaching and his thumb massaged her clitoris as he slammed harder into her, and he could feel his own orgasm building.

He grabbed her hips once again, flipping them over. Her head hit the pillows, and the slight bounce on the mattress sent his hips farther inside her. She locked her ankles somewhere around his backside, her heels urging him deeper, harder, and faster.

"Harm…" she said again, her eyes clenched shut. Her hands curled around the headboard before snatching them away to coil them around his torso.

He grunted as his hips plowed forward, pounding savagely against her. Her cries grew increasingly more urgent, and as both of their climaxes neared, her lips locked against his.

The kiss pushed them both over the edge. His shaft erupted, every ounce of fluid pumped into her by her contracting walls. They chanted each other's names, their breaths coming in short gasps as their climaxes subsided.

Harm collapsed on top of her, crushing her against him as he slowly withdrew from her warmth. As he regained his breath, he rolled to her side. Both stared at the ceiling, listening to the rain fall outside.

Mac smiled at the sound and looked at her partner, who turned at that moment to look at her. "That was—" she began, but she knew she didn't need to say.

"I know."

Harm lifted his arm, allowing Mac to curl against his chest. All was quiet for several long moments; they each closed their eyes and welcomed sleep…until Harm broke the silence. "Hey Mac?"

"Hmm?"

"Who won the bet?"

Mac smiled into his chest, not opening her eyes. "I'd say we both did."