Father Time's Gift

Title: Father Time's Gift
Author: Loco
Summary: Harm and Mac get what they most want for New Year's Eve, a good start to a new year…
Email: mfw_mdl@yahoo.com (Use this one to send questions or comments.)
AN: This is a sequel to Santa Baby. You can archive, just let me know where. I’m not exactly sure where all the places are, so please excuse the poetic license. Thanks to DT for the help you all gave. Comments and Questions are welcomed, and if I don’t get any, I know where to find a Highly Sexually Frustrated and Angry Marine Ninja Girl to send to your homes. LOL!
Disclaimer: I do not own the JAG Characters, they belong to DBP and Paramount. I am not making any money off of this. I promise to return the characters unharmed.
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Mac’s Apartment
Georgetown, Wash. D.C.
4:00pm.

Harm and Mac finally make it to her place to pick up a few things. The traffic has been bad all the way. Harm goes to the fridge as Mac goes to Carol’s to ask if Jingo could stay a little longer. When Carol opens the door and invites her in, she can smell dinner on the stove.

“That smells good. What is it?”

“Jack is coming home, so I’m making him macaroni and cheese with Spam. I can’t stand the stuff but he eats it. I’ve made a separate batch for the kids and I.”

“I’m happy for you. Listen, could you watch Jingo until Sunday?”

“Yeah sure. I don’t mind. He’s keeping the noise level down.”

“I never thought of Jingo as a buffer.”

“Neither did I.”

“If you need extra food here’s my key. I’ll pick up both Sunday night, you can reach me on my cell.”

“Fine. Bye Mac.”

“See ya.”

Harm is standing at the open fridge and notices Chloe forgot the Martinelli’s sparkling cider. All the better for him. He puts it in a dishtowel and waits for Mac to return. She comes back and rushes to her bedroom.

“Are you about ready Ninja Girl?”

“In two shakes of Jingo’s tail.”

Harm heads for the door. Mac grabs a pair of gray sweats and puts them into her gym bag. Then she fishes through her purchases from California and picks out the things she bought at the little shop in New Orleans Square. She carefully stuffs it into a gym bag and zips it up.

“Ready,” she says coming to her door.


Harm’s Loft Apartment
North of Union Station, Wash. D.C.
5:35 pm.

The two lovers got stuck behind a snowplow again and it made traffic hell. Harm and Mac finally make it to his place. He unlocks the door and steps aside for Mac to enter.

“Why don’t you go make yourself comfortable and I will get a fire going,” he says pushing a little on her lower back at the base of her spine.

“Make it nice and,” M,” Mac teases heading off to his bathroom.

Harm groans and starts a fire. He rips off the comforter from his bed and sets it down near the sofa in front of the fireplace. He goes to his closet, finds an old sleeping bag, and unzips it as he goes back to the sofa. Then Harm heads to the kitchen and gets a couple wine glasses, and a bottle opener for the Martinelli’s sparkling cider Chloe forgot. He pulls out the strawberries from the fridge as Mac comes out.

“Have a seat and I will be right with you my lady.”

“As you wish sir,” Mac gets comfortable on the comforter and covers up with the sleeping bag.

Harm carefully balances everything and moves to join Mac in front of his fireplace.

“Harm, what did you want to do for dinner?”

“I was thinking about having dessert first.”

“Sounds good to me. What are you hiding over there?”

“Here you open this and pour some into these and I’ll handle the dessert.”

Mac does as he says and pours the Martinelli’s for them both. Harm pulls a box out of the plastic bag and opens it to pull out one individually wrapped dark chocolate dipped strawberry. He leans back against the sofa and takes his glass from Mac.

“Ok now close your eyes,” Harm whispers seductively, “and leave your mouth open.”

Mac is instantly turned on by this request. She does so and he slips the strawberry through her lips.

“Now eat,” he says.

She can taste dark rihocohocolate and oh strawberry. It is so juicy that she accidentally dribbles a little of the juice down her face. Harm quickly leans in, cleans up the juice with his tongue, and comes up for a kiss. A deeper one than Mac expected. Harm broke off when he heard her moan into his kiss.

“Oh Harm. I think I want to skip dinner altogether if we can keep doing what we just did.”

“Here, now you can feed me.”

“God Harm, that thing’s huge! Where did you get these? Strawberries aren’t in season until May.”

“I bought them in California and I have been preserving them for a while. Since I bought them Friday, we needed to use them up soon before they go bad.”

“I’m thinking we’re going to go bad before they do,” Mac smiles, “How many did you buy?”

“Minus the one you just had two dozen. One dozen dark and one dozen white chocolate.”

“Oh boy, we’re going to be drowning in these if they are just as big as the one I ate.”

“I figured my ever hungry Marine, bride-to-be would help me eat them.”

Mac takes the strawberry out of the wrapper and holds it to Harm’s lips. First she teases him with the chocolate and then he grabs her forearm and takes a bite. Mac licks up the juice like Harm did and comes up for a kiss. She slips in her tongue, tasting him and the sweet fruit. Harm groans, Mac backs off, and takes a sip of her sparkling cider. Harm’s left panting a little and wondering what just happened.

“Earth to Harmon, come down Flyboy… Your turn.”

“Oh right,” Harm says and wickedly smiles.

He puts the white cap on the Martinelli’s bottle and moves his glass out of the way. He opens the other box and grabs a white chocolate dipped strawberry. Mac feels the warmth of the fire and she pulls her sweatshirt off, revealing she wasn’t wearing a bra.

“Lie down and relax,” Harm softly orders.

Mac moves to lie flat on her back. Harm pulls back the covering a little and places the white chocolate covered strawberry in between Mac’s breasts.

“God Harm, that’s cold!”

“Sorry, it won’t be for long.”

Harm grabs another strawberry from the box and moves under the covers.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m going diving.”

“Oh no,” Mac moans as she feels Harm stroke her labia with the cold strawberry.

The chocolate warms and it begins to melt making a mess all over the petals of her womanly flower. Harm eats the rest of the strawberry and then moves in as the clean up crew. Stroking her walls with his tongue, licking up every bit of chocolate. The sensations drive Mac wild, her body writhes on the bedding.

“Oh Harm…Yes.”

She thrusts up into his face as he flicks the tip of his tongue over her love bead. Then he suddenly stops and comes up to lick the melted chocolate on her chest. He stops and devilishly grins before taking a nipple into his mouth. Sucking and flicking his tongue over it while playing with the other in his thumb and index finger.

“Flyboy, yon pln play with my instrum… ent pan…el any time you like,” Mac manages to moan.

“Like that Marine?”

“Hell yeah.”

“Good, because it’s your turn.”

Mac groans not wanting to move, but then she realizes her revenge is at hand.

“Get comfortable.”

Harm takes off his sweater and slips out of his pants, before lying on his back and putting his head on a couple pillows Mac ran off and got from his bed. Mac smashes a strawberry on his chest, spreading juice and strawberry parts everywhere.

“Mac, what did you do that for? Now I’m going to be all sticky.”

She stops and licks the chocolate off her fingers in a teasing manner, “And there’s a problem with that?”

“Nope, none at all,” says Harm, eyes transfixed on her fingers.

Mac takes another strawberry and begins to rub it all over his joystick. The heat of his body making the chocolate melt pretty fast, Mac uses her fingers to spread some of it. She moves in between his legs as he pulls up his knees to put his feet on the comforter. She moves in for the kill. Harm hisses as he feels her tongue slide along his shaft.

“Oh god Sarah… Baby.”

She continues down and lightly flicks her tongue on the nerve in the V at his base. Harm thought he almost went to heaven. He began to thrust up into her face.

“Ah god Mac…That felt good.”

“If you liked that, how bout this,” she asks before she takes his head into her mouth.

Swirling her tongue around and over his slit, Harm feels his brain’s warning signs that he’s about to lose control, but he doesn’t care any more. He loses himself in the moment and only Sarah, Mac, could make him feel like he’s back up in a Tomcat. Harm feels like he’s floating and there is no floor below him. Mac can sense what is happening, she helps send some of the blood back to his brain, taking off some of the edge.

“Earth to Harm, come back to base. Should we stop?”

“Oh god no,” Harm says dazedly.

Mac takes the tall order into her mouth and Harm almost comes off the floor as he watches Mac. She uses her hands to both stroke him and cup him. Harm voluntarily begins to thrust up, he weakly tries to hang on to his control.

“God Mac, Sarah, you make me fly.”

“And here I’ve been trying to get you to stay near me.”

“If you keep doing what you’re doing Marine, I’m never coming down.”

“Never say never, Flyboy.”

“How about we kill the rest of these off, hit the showers, and then head into bed.”

“Sounds like a deal.”

Mac gets up and takes the bedding back to the bed before heading to the shower. Harm pads off to the kitchen to fill a hot water bottle and he puts it in his bed to warm the sheets. With his luck they might find it frozen when they get out. The steam in the shower felt good, including the steam that wasn’t part of the shower felt good. After vigorously toweling each other’s bodies to get the blood flowing near the skin.

“Last one into my bed has to make the other breakfast in bed for a year. And no cheating,” says Harm a second later.

Mac takes a flying leap toward the bed and scores in first.

“You cheated.”

“No I didn’t, you tried to get a head start. So you cheated.”

“So then I guess we both owe each other breakfast in bed for a year,” says Harm showing his killer smile.

“I can live with that,” Mac smiles back as she kicks something semi warm, “What the hell was that?”

“Sorry, I put a hot water bottle in the bed to warm it up before we got in.”

“Who taught you that?”

“My Grandma used to do it when the family would come to visit for Christmas. I had a quilt in a country pattern and a hot water bottle in my bed. She told me when I was little that she just knew I was going into the Navy, so she put all the uniform colors into my quilt. My parents had a double wedding ring quilt in their favorite colors. My Grandmother had a double wedding ring she still sleeps under to remember my Grandfather.”

“That’s sweet Harm.”

“I’d love to see your quilt someday.”


Harm’s Loft Apartment
North of Union Station, Wash. D.C.
Monday, December 30, 2002.
12:25pm.

Harm is on the phone waiting to talk to Webb.

“Thanks Rabb.”

“What for?”

“You won me the office pool.”

“Which was?”

“On who would propose first.”

“Well, actually that’s the reason I’m calling.”

“Don’t tell me you screwed up again…”

“No, I would like to propose to Mac on the very spot we met and I would like to do it on New Year’s Eve.”

“Harm, are you crazy?”

“I don’t want a huge group of people there with us. I just want it to be me and her.”

“Harm, you’re acting like I can actually do this.”

“We should be arriving there about 11:30pm. I want to walk her through the garden and then start the proposal so that she will say yes exactly a few minutes before midnight. You know how her internal clock thing is, she’ll keep time for me.”

“Harm, I can’t do this. Not on such short notice.”

“I trust you will do the best you can.”

Harm hears Webb’s groan as he hangs up the phone. He doesn’t really care what favors Webb has to pull in to pull this off. Harm hopes that Mac won’t be expecting what he has planned. Just because she beat him to the punch doesn’t mean that he can’t punch right back. Next Harm gets on the phone and calls up his CO and friend at home.

“Meredith, Is AJ available?”

“Yes, hold on,” she says as AJ plants a kiss on the back of her neck. She hands him the phone, “I’ll leave you two to talk.”

“What is it Rabb? I was about to get some nooky here.”

“Sorry to interrupt AJ. I was calling to invite you out to lunch, my treat. I have something to ask and it can’t be done over the phone.”

“Fine, I’ll meet you at the Marie Calendar’s by JAG, in say half an hour.”

“Thanks, see you then and give my apologies to Meredith about interrupting.”

“Who says she’s not going to get more nooky?”

Harm hears the line click and he lets out a rip-roaring laughter at AJ’s use of the word, ‘nooky.’ His CO acting like a common teenager.

“More power to him,” Harm remarks as he goes to shower for lunch.

Mac and Sturgis would have to hear about this ‘nooky’ thing later.


Marie Calendar’s
1:00pm.

Harm and AJ are sipping their ice teas and waiting for their food to arrive.

“So what is it that couldn’t wait?”

“I know this is silly and I don’t want Mac to know.”

“Okay,” AJ says perking up an eyebrow.

“I was wondering if you would walk her down the aisle, just in case I can’t get her Uncle to the wedding.”

“I see. Well, I’d be honored, but I don’t understand the secrecy.”

“I haven’t pulled my other strings to get him out yet. I’m going to owe Webb big time with the favor I just asked.”

“And what was that?”