The entire JAG bullpen froze as Colonel Sarah Mackenzie and Commander Harmon Rabb entered. Harm and Mac felt everyone's eyes on them and looked at one another.

"Hey Mac, did I grow a second head or something?"

"Don't get me started, sailor, your head's big enough as it is!" she teased.

"Low blow marine!" The two of them were trying to act casual on purpose; they were hoping that nobody would think that they were anything but friends.

CLAP…CLAP…CLAP…

The entire JAG Ops started applauding the two of them. The two lawyers just stared at each other dumbstruck.

"Whoa…whoa…whoa!" Harm shouted to quiet everyone down. "I appreciate the gesture, but what's going on?"

Bud and Harriet appeared out of nowhere with a big card. It read, 'To Harm and Mac' on the front. Harm looked at his partner, and she couldn't help but grin.

"We wanted to welcome you both back, but the Admiral threw you both out before we could say anything," Harriet chirped.

"So, we decided to nail you the minute you two came back," Bud added with a big smile.

"Ahem!" All eyes turned to the source of the noise, and Admiral Chegwidden raised his eyebrows.

"All right, everyone, I'm sure we're all glad that the Colonel and Commander are back, but we've still got work to do so let's go!" Within seconds, the office was bustling once again.

"Here you are, ma'am," Harriet said and handed Mac the card.

"Thank you, Harriet."

"Here Mac, I'll get it," Harm stated and took the oversized card from her. "So, my office or yours."

"Mine. It wouldn't do you any good to have a giant pink card sitting on your floor."

Harm carried the massive card into Mac's office and set it down to the left of her desk. He kicked the door shut, and Mac sat down. Just as she suspected, there was a pile of folders waiting for them. Oh well, the down time had so worth it.

Mac felt herself tingle just from remembering it. Oh, how many times had she and Harm made love…who knew? They'd gone from the sleeping bag to skinny dipping the next morning to going for a long walk and making love in the tall grass to loving each by the fire all night long.

Harm did not miss the sparkle in her eyes, and he came around the stand behind her. He knelt down next to her and put his hand on the small of her back. He had to be careful how he touched her at the office, or the Admiral would have his head.

"Thinking about last night?" he whispered softly. Mac nearly moaned as she felt his hot breath on her ear.

"And yesterday afternoon and yesterday morning and two nights ago…"

"Well, before you give me reason to press you up against the wall and have my way with you, I suggest we check our case load for the remainder of the week." Mac noticed that he was sweating and sighed in relief; he was suffering as much as she was.

She flipped open the manila folder, when someone knocked on her door.

"Excuse me Colonel?"

"Yes Tiner?"

"Ma'am, the Admiral would like to see you and the Commander ASAP."

"Jeez, we haven't even been back for five minutes; what'd we do now?" Harm gasped. He followed to their CO's office and knocked.

"Enter!" Admiral Chegwidden looked up from his paperwork when Harm and Mac walked in.

"Well Colonel…Commander…welcome back. I trust you two are fully recovered."

"Yes sir!" they said in unison. The Admiral nearly smirked at them.

"At ease, you two, have a seat."

'Uh oh.' Warning alarms went off in both of their heads. AJ clasped his hands together and gave them both an expression that simply said, 'You're busted!'

"Well, I trust you two had fun…together." AJ was treated with hearing Harm gulp, and Mac turning a slight shade of pink.

"Uh Admiral, sir, I believe that…"

"Save it Rabb, you're not talking your way out of this one."

"Pardon me, sir, but just what are you referring to?" Mac asked trying to save their skins.

"Let me put it this way, Colonel. Before you're abduction, you two were like two rabid dogs; now, you're all chummy. So, my instincts are telling me one of two things happened: one, you've both either been hypnotized into being nice to each other, or two, you both finally got your heads on straight!" Their eyes gave him his answer.

"As you two are well aware, it is against regulations for officers to fraternize within the same command."

"Sir!" Harm said and jumped up.

"Sit down, Rabb," the Admiral ordered.

"Now then, if you two were under my command, it would be breaking the rules…" He stopped to grin at the two lawyers.

"…since the Commander returned to active flight status, his designator is still with the Patrick Henry. Therefore, I have no say in anything personal you both chose to do." The smile on Mac's face lit up the room, and Harm had to stop himself from chuckling.

"Admiral, you know for a fact that you can have Harm's command status brought back here," Mac interjected.

"True, but I figure that this is the only way that my office stays serene from now on. Besides…" He gave them both a smile of admiration.

"…you two are best damn JAG team the navy has. We can't afford to the lose either of you so we'll leave it at that for now."

"Thank you, Admiral," Mac said happily. "If I may ask, how did you know?"

"Nice ring, Colonel." Mac's mouth dropped open, and her eyes flew to her left hand. She'd completely forgotten that she was wearing Harm's engagement ring.

"Thank you, sir, we won't let you down," Harm said firmly.

"I'm glad to hear it. Right now, you two are on probation, so behave!"

"Yes sir!" they both saluted. AJ rolled his eyes at them.

"No get out of here, dismissed!"

"Aye aye sir!"

Harm and Mac exited the Admiral's office completely shocked. Mac gazed up at him and smiled warmly.

"Well, at least that saves us from having to tell him later."

"Yeah, now, I'm glad that I went to flying."

"Even if you hadn't, I have a feeling that the Admiral would have found another loophole."

"What makes you say that marine?"

"Simple, where else would he find someone who could put up with you?" Harm slithered his arms around her.

"Oh yeah, and where would he find someone that could satisfy that persistent stomach of yours?"

"That's it, mister, you're gonna pay for that one!"

"Oh please, don't be rough with me, I bruise easily." The two of them started laughing hysterically and barely controlled themselves before they reached the bullpen.

Harm and Mac went into their separate offices and sat down. But as soon as they sat down, they both started laughing again and couldn't stop for a long time.

"I got it!" Harm called as he headed for the door. Mac poked her head out of his bedroom for a second, but he waved her off. She and Harm were supposed to spend the day with Trish and Frank since it was their last day in DC.

"Hey, good timing." Harm opened the door, and his mom gave him a big hug. He shook Frank's hand, and Harm let them in.

"Hi honey, where's Mac?" Trish asked her son.

"Oh, she's in the bathroom doing her hair; I swear, when she has time, she spends hours on it. I don't get it…"

"I heard that!" Mac said with a slight glare as she entered the room. "What don't you get?" she asked, looking Harm in the eye. He gave her an all-too-familiar grin.

"I don't get why you mess with your hair when you look beautiful regardless." Mac smiled at him tenderly.

"Nice save, Harm," Frank chuckled.

"Well, you two seem to be getting along just fine," Trish laughed.

"Yeah, when he listens to me and stays out of trouble," Mac countered.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Harm said innocently.

"Please son, don't give me or Mac that 'I'm so innocent' look. That stopped working on me a long time ago," his mother retorted.

"Well, I have to admit; he still gets me with it every once and a while. It just makes him look so adorable," Mac said with a sly smile.

"Okay, okay, could we stop the embarrassment and just go?" Harm begged. Both Mac and Trish burst out laughing. They couldn't help it; he was so cute. He looked like a little boy trying to avoid all the old women from smooching him.

"You're a big baby, you know that?" Mac teased and pecked him on the lips.

"I guess we should get going," Trish agreed.

"Sure, just let me grab my purse." Mac dashed into the bedroom and grabbed the small, khaki handbag.

"See you two later," they both called and headed for the door.

"Hold it!" Harm nearly shouted. "What's going on here?"

"What do you mean?" Mac asked, giving him her own look of pure innocence. "Oh, that's right, I forgot to tell you."

"Tell me what?"

"Simple son, your fiancé and I are going to have 'girls only day'." Mac coughed raggedly at Trish statement. How did she?

"Mom, how did you know that I…"

"Asked Mac to marry you?" Trish finished.

"Well…yeah?" Trish looked at her son and then at the woman next to her.

"It's quite simple really. You two put out this aura whenever you're together; anybody can see why."

"Are we really that obvious?" Mac said shyly and blushed. Trish couldn't help it and chuckled. Harm and Mac reminded her of two teenagers caught in the act.

"Well, I can tell, but the clincher was your ring, Mac." The marine's eyes went to her left hand, and the engagement ring that Harm had given her. Of course, how could Trish not recognize it? Harm's father had given it to her!

"We were going to tell you, mom, today actually."

"That's okay, that's why I arranged this with Mac. Now, if you two will excuse us, we have some shopping to do." Trish froze before she walked out the door and turned towards her husband.

"Oh sweetheart, did you bring what I asked for?"

"Yes darling, it's in the trunk of the rent-a-car. I left it in its clothing bag; it should still be fine."

"Thank you. Well Mac, shall we?"

"Absolutely."

"Wait a second!" Harm interrupted, but the two women were gone. Frank chuckled behind him.

"Harm, let me give you one piece of advice. Never try to stop your mother when she puts her mind to something."

Mac and Trish were giggling the whole way down to the parking lot.

"I would love to see the look on his face right about now," Mac laughed. She stopped walking and became serious.

"Trish, I have a favor to ask of you."

"Sure, what is it?"

"Call me, Sarah, please." Trish smiled at her brightly.

"On one condition, you have to call me mom."

"But I'm not…I mean…not yet." Trish hugged Mac.

"Doesn't matter, I want you too. Sarah, Harm told me what your childhood was like. Not everything- but enough to know that you never had a real mother. Well, that stops right now!" At that moment, Sarah Mackenzie's eyes could have outshone the sun.

"Trish, I…I mean…mom…I…I don't know what to say." Mac's eyes were filled with tears. She threw her arms around the older woman and cried onto her shoulder. These tears were different from other ones; they were tears of utter happiness as an empty void that had existed for so long was filled at last.

Trish Burnett stood their holding a crying Sarah Mackenzie in her arms. Her son had been right. Mac had never had anyone to console her before. Harm could love her till they day he died, and he would, but he couldn't fill the emptiness of not having a mother. Even she could never truly erase that scar on Mac's heart, but she could help it heal and prevent it from ever eating her alive.

A good ten minutes later, Mac let Trish go and wiped her eyes. She felt wonderful and embarrassed all at the same time. She couldn't believe that she broke down like that.

"Oh gosh, I'm sorry."

"Don't be, Sarah, you just proved that you're human that's all; it is allowed."

"So much for waterproof mascara," Mac laughed and wiped the black streaks off her face.

"Don't worry about it."

"I really am sorry, m-mom; I've never cried like that before." Mac stumbled over the word 'mom', but Trish didn't mind. She knew that it was going to take her a little time.

"Relax Sarah, I didn't mind at all. You don't always have to be the 'kick-ass marine' as my son puts it." They both chuckled softly.

"He should know; he's come about this close (Mac put her fingers within a quarter-inch of each other) to having his six whipped to hell and back by yours truly."

"Yes, Harm can be a handful, but from what I hear, so can you!" Mac gawked at her.

"I well…I mean…" She stuttered trying to find a response, but she scowled and looked up at Harm's window.

"What did that squid say about me?"

"Mainly that he's in love with a beautiful jarhead that has an bottomless pit for a stomach," Trish quoted trying not to laugh.

"Why that arrogant, conniving, self-centered…" Mac ground her teeth together.

"Well before I give you another excuse to run back upstairs and kick Harm from stem to stern, I suggest we go."

"Okay, but he's going to pay for that one."

"Don't worry, Harm's done more than his share of crazy things as well." Mac's eyes lit up, and a sly grin appeared on her face.

"Do tell!"

"Well, you see…" That began a long and very interesting for the two women.

Later that afternoon, Trish pulled up in front of Mac's apartment. She followed the marine up the stairs, and Mac let them in.

"Hey, what are you carrying?" Mac asked, pointing to the navy blue clothing slung over Trish's right arm. It didn't look like anything they'd bought during the day.

"Oh this…it's a little present that I brought from California. Here…" and she handed Mac the bag.

"What is it?" Trish smiled warmly.

"Open it and see."

Mac carried the bag into her bedroom and hung it up on her closet door. She unzipped the long bag and spread open the cover. Her hand flew to her mouth when she saw what was inside, and tears formed in her eyes. Inside was the most gorgeous wedding dress that she'd ever seen.

"Go on, Sarah, try it on."

"No, mom…Trish, I can't…it's too beautiful."

"Well, you're beautiful too so stop complaining. Besides, it's a family tradition."

"What do you mean?"

"This is a special dress, Sarah. Grandmother Sarah married her husband in this dress, and I married Harm's father in it as well. So now, it's your turn to marry my son in this dress."

Mac was frozen in place; she couldn't believe this. She gazed at the dress and saw that Trish was telling the truth. The design and format seemed so articulate and precise. You never saw this level of precision even in designer dresses nowadays.

"I…I can't accept this; it's too much!" Mac protested.

"Oh no, you don't young lady!" Trish countered with a stern look. "I don't want to hear the 'I'm not worthy' speech from you. I heard it from Harm a thousand times before he finally got his head on straight and told you he loved you, and I'm not going to hear it from his fiancé."

"But…but…"

"No buts, marine, now go try it on, that's an order!" Mac's eyes widened in amusement, and Trish just grinned.

"Hey, what can I say? The military rubbed off on me," she laughed.

"Yes ma'am!" Mac saluted with a wide smile. She disappeared into the bathroom with the bag over her shoulder.

Twenty minutes later…

"There…" Trish sighed as she zipped up the back of the dress, "…That should do it." Mac turned around, and the older woman gave her an approving smile.

"You look wonderful, Sarah." She waved Mac in front of the body-length mirror on the closet door.

When Mac looked at herself in the mirror, she felt time stop. Her hands began to tremble when she saw her reflection. The dress was almost a perfect fit. The base material was satin, and it hung over her legs in a traditional petticoat configuration. Her torso was covered in a lace bodice that accentuated her slim waist and brought attention to her 'upper assets'. The material came up in a v-shape under her neck and left her shoulders bare.

"Hmm, we'll have to hem the bottom a little. You're a bit taller than I am so we'll have to lengthen it, but otherwise, everything seems to be in order. Oh, I almost forgot the veil!"

Trish walked behind Mac and carefully settled a round, lace band into her hair.

"It's perfect, mom," Mac nearly sobbed. She turned towards her future mother-in-law and hugged her tightly.

The phone ringing broke up their little moment, and on reflex, Mac shuffled into her living room to grab the phone.

"Lt. Colonel Mackenzie."

"Yes, I'm looking for the sexiest woman in the Marine Corps." Mac just grinned wryly.

"Oh really, and I bet this is the best-looking flyboy the Navy has to offer," she retorted.

"Miss me, marine?"

"Of course, I missed you, flyboy. So what have you been up to? Has Frank kept you out of trouble?"

"I resent that, Mac, but yeah, he has. So, how much did you two spend? Or do I dare ask?" You could almost feel Mac glare at him through the call.

"For your information, we only have four bags, and…" she lowered her voice, "…I made a few 'extra' stops just for us."

"Uh Mac, do I even want to know where it was?" She could just imagine the sweat forming on his brow at that moment.

"I guess I could tell you, but then, I'd have nothing to surprise you with."

"Is it life-threatening?"

"Not exactly…" Mac switched to her most seductive voice, "…but after I'm done with you, you're gonna need oxygen equipment." Harm gulped into the receiver, and Mac snickered.

"This is not fair, marine."

"Too bad, sailor, you'll have to wait. Bye!" Mac slammed down the phone trying hard not to laugh.

"Was that my son?" Trish asked coming out of the bedroom.

"Yeah, he said that Frank kept him out of trouble."

"Oh really, I wasn't sure with those two. I was afraid they'd both get into trouble," she laughed. Mac chuckled and took off her veil.

"Well, Harm knows that I'll kick his butt if he doesn't behave so it really isn't that hard."

"You always were the only woman that could corral that flyboy son of mine," Trish said proudly. Mac blushed and went to change her clothes.

The two couples reunited at Harm's apartment and headed out to dinner. They ate at a small steakhouse near the waterfront. As dinner passed, Trish noted that her son's hand rarely strayed too far from Mac's.

"Hey flyboy, what's this I hear about you mud wrestling in high school?" Mac asked with a wide grin. Harm looked at her in horror then turned towards his mother who could only grin as well.

"Mom, don't tell me you…"

"Oh absolutely, do you think I'd leave your future wife without any ammunition?" Trish laughed.

"Believe me, Mac doesn't need anymore; she's got enough to last the next three lifetimes." Mac patted his thigh, and her smile turned warm.

"Stop complaining, Harm, she didn't tell me every crazy thing you did…just the ones that were the funniest." Harm could feel his brow getting wet.

"Such as?" he dared to ask. Mac scratched in head in a classic stance of concentration.

"Well now, let me see here…there was the mud wrestling…and the cherry bombs you planted in your neighbors yard…the time you tried to give your dog a bath…"

"Oh brother, someone shoot me please," Harm groaned. Mac laughed with sheer delight, and he couldn't help but join her. Harm saw the glow in her eyes as she laughed.

'If I can make her laugh like that again, I'll do anything anybody asks me.'

Later that night, Harm and Mac followed Trish and Frank to the gate where their plane was waiting. That was the good thing about a private jet; it left when you got there.

"Goodbye Harm." Trish hugged her son tightly, and he kissed her cheek.

"Bye mom, I'll give you a call in couple of days okay?" She nodded and turned her attention to Mac.

"Well sweetie, he's all yours. I know it's a big responsibility, but I know you can handle it," Trish said with a grin.

"Don't worry, mom, we'll be fine." Mac hugged the older woman and felt like she was actually hugging her real mother.

Harm shook Frank's hand, and then he and Trish headed down the gate entrance towards the plane. They waved goodbye to one another, and Harm and Mac waited until the plane had taxied out of the gate.

"Well flyboy, I'd say it's time to go home." Harm turned towards his fiancé with a wry grin on his face.

"C'mon marine, I'll drive."

Little did Mac know that Harm had plans for her when they got home. She caught on as they were driving. His hand had found its way onto her thigh and before long was sliding up under her skirt. He would rub her soft skin but never touch her center. It wasn't long before she was squirming in the seat. By the time they got to his apartment, she was ready to mount him in the parking lot.

Things only got worse for her on the way in. The minute they were in the elevator, Harm resumed his game. His arms slid around her from behind. His right hand slid up under her sweater, while his other went in between her legs.

"Harmon!" she'd cried out as her head fell back on his shoulder. Harm looked at with a wide smile; she'd never called him Harmon before. He kinda liked it, but it didn't make him stop.

"Not yet, after your little escapade this morning and your sneaky little phone call this afternoon, I'm gonna get even."

Harm cupped her breast in his hand and squeezed the firm lusciousness. Mac moaned loudly, and her nipples hardened against the fabric of her bra. Harm rubbed her center through her panties, and Mac was sure that her juices were dripping on the floor.

Finally, they reached his floor, and Harm immediately released her. He left her frustrated, trembling, and horny as hell. Just the way he wanted her.

After deliberately taking too long to open the door, he guided Mac inside, and she slammed him back into the door.

"Damn you, Harm!" she hissed, and her mouth closed over his. Harm groaned softly as his partner nearly sucked his tongue down her throat.

Reaching down, he squeezed her firm rear and lifted her off her feet. Mac immediately brought her legs up around his waist and rubbed her aching center against his fast-growing erection.

Harm stumbled across his living room floor, heading towards the couch. It wasn't easy with Mac rubbing up against him, trying to satisfy the ache inside her. He dropped on the cushions with a loud thud, and Mac straddled across his lap.

"God marine, what are you trying to do? Eat me alive?" he gasped as she nibbled his ear.

"That's a tempting idea, but I'd rather you eat me instead!" Her eyebrows raised suggestively, and Harm stood her up.

"I'm here to please you, ma'am," he replied with a wide grin. Undoing her skirt, he tugged the flimsy material down her shapely thighs, and Mac pulled her sweater off in record time.

"Oh Sarah…" Harm gazed at her with eyes full of love, passion, and raw lust. Damn, she was beautiful.

"Like what you see?" Mac teased and caressed his face. He quickly got to his feet and stared down at her.

"Always. You're perfect, my sexy jarhead!"

"Why thank you, my studly squid, but there's a problem. You're way too overdressed for maneuvers." She began unbuttoning his dress shirt. After three though, Mac got frustrated and just ripped the darn thing open.

"Turning kinky on me, Colonel?" Mac licked her lips seductively.

"Don't tempt me, Commander." She sent his pants to the floor, and Harm kicked their unwanted clothes into the corner. Then, with practiced ease, he swept her up in his arms.

Mac giggled as he laid her down on the couch. He kissed her gently, and his eager hands cupped her firm breasts.

"Oh Harm!" Undoing the troublesome clasp, Harm unveiled the twin mounds that he'd come to love so much. Tossing her bra away, he immediately took one of her nipples into his mouth.

Mac arched towards him, pushing her breasts up to his expert mouth. The man was so damn good at this; she melted everything he touched her this way.

"Patience," Harm sighed and slid down her body. "I still have my duty to perform."

Removing her lacy, black underwear, Harm gazed down at the treasure that Mac had given to him so many times, yet every time seemed like their first time. He never got tired of making love to her, and a part of him knew that he never would.

"Hey sailor, are you just gonna stare at me all night?" Mac teased.

"I swear, I must have done something right to deserve you, Sarah." Harm descended between her legs, and she anxiously awaited his treatment.

"Oh yes!" she gasped as his mouth touched her center.

Harm lapped at the glistening molds, and Mac opened her legs to give him a better vantage point. Gladly accepting her invitation, he dove into his work.

Mac grabbed his short, dark hair and pressed him closer as his tongue delved deep inside her. She loved it when he did this for her. He'd even once told her that she was his favorite dessert and then spent over an hour proving it to her. But tonight, Mac knew that she wouldn't last an hour – not with all the tension that he'd built up inside her.

"Hmm…delicious, honey a la Sarah – my favorite." Mac let out a sound that was half giggle half moan, but it turned into a full moan when his tongue traced her clit.

"I know, marine, this is what you want!" It wasn't a question; it was a statement. Harm knew what she wanted; he always did.

"Yes Harm!" He kissed the small bulb, and Mac's hips shot up off the couch.

She could hear him snicker, but her anger only intensified the pleasure she was feeling. Her hands tightened in his hair, and she practically shoved his face inside her as she grinded against his mouth.

"That's it, marine, let it go. I wanna ride it with you. Now, cum for me Sarah." He sucked the small nub once last time, and Mac shattered in his arms.

"Harm!" she shouted as her body shuttered violently.

'Now, she's ready.' Harm quickly pulled off his boxers and slid up her body.

Mac was still shaking from her powerful orgasm when she felt her lover laying butterfly kisses around her face. She opened her eyes to see her flyboy grinning down at her.

"Know something, you're lucky!" and she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Why's that?"

"Cause I have a mind to wipe that smirk off your face. Don't think that you one-up me. I can outdo you anytime, Commander." He chuckled softly and settled between her thighs.

"I'm sure you could marine, but let's leave that for another time…shall we?" Mac sighed when she felt his firm hardness nudging her threshold.

"Request permission to take up residence?" Harm gave her a smile that she knew too well. It wasn't his 'flyboy' grin that could get him anything; it was a smile that he only let her see. It was a smile that said 'I love you' every time he did it. It was a smile that he only had for her.

"Permission always granted, sailor," She rubbed her hips against his erection, and Harm groaned softly.

Harm's hands grasped her slim waist, and he surged forward, burying himself inside his fiancé. He watched her head fall back, and a deep blush cross her face as he filled her completely. This is where he belonged – lost inside Sarah Mackenzie forever.

Mac's body awakened when she felt him slide into her. Perfect. It was so perfect; they fit each other exactly. She held him securely inside her snug sheath, and he held her within the protective shell of his arms.

"Now Mac, what's say we make some magic?"

"I say, dazzle me Houdini."

Harm wanted to start things out slow, but he just couldn't help himself. He plunged in and out of her depths time after time after time. He didn't want to hurt her, but he also knew how strong Mac really was. She didn't mind being a little rough – as long as he gave her a massage later on.

Mac wrapped her legs around his waist and held on. She let him ride her; her body bouncing with each thrust of his hips against her. His hands came up to cup her breasts, and she hissed as he pinched her nipples.

"Sarah, my love!" he gasped and caught her mouth for a hungry kiss.

"Yes Harm…like that…just like that!" He gave her what she wanted, slamming himself deep inside her, striking her hot spot with every movement.

Sweat formed on their bodies, but it only helped them slide back and forth along one another. Mac was reveling in the feelings that Harm was stoking inside her. Usually, they both shared the active roles in their lovemaking, but this time, he held her down and did all the work himself.

For once, Mac was not afraid of giving up her control. When she'd released her inner passion in front of Harm, he hadn't scorned her; in fact, he prodded her into letting it out many more times there after. That had taught her that she could let herself go with Harm and fly as high as she wanted. He would be her anchor and bring her back to Earth.

'Thank you, Harm, never stop being you.'

"Harm?" she nearly crooned as he sucked on her breasts.

"Yes?" he groaned as her inner muscles began to contract around him. She pulled his face up to hers and gazed into his beautiful eyes.

"Take me, flyboy, take me now." It was in that moment…that single moment…that Harmon Rabb knew that Sarah Mackenzie was his.

The one thing that he'd never ask her for was her independence; it was one of her strengths. Yet here she was, submitting herself to him. His kick-ass marine was gone for now; all that was left was his sweet, beautiful Sarah.

"I love you, Sarah." He moaned that into her ear as he exploded within her, giving her his love, his seed, and his soul.

"I love you, Harm." She cried at him as her orgasm tore through her.

They collapsed into each other's arms. Harm rolled to his side and brought her close to him so he wouldn't crush her. Mac nuzzled her cheek against his chest, and he chuckled as he heard her purring softly.

"Hey Mac, I never knew you could purr." She glared up at him and blushed.

"I wasn't purring!" Mac replied, but her glare turned into a sexy grin, "Unless you mean this…" and she purred lightly against his chest, tickling the hairs on his chest.

"God help me, I want you again!" Mac rolled him onto his back and straddled his hips.

"Well, it definitely feels like you're up to the challenge flyboy," she cooed feeling him grow and harden inside her.

"Bedroom?"

"My thoughts exactly. Carry me?" Mac pulled out her puppy dog eyes, and Harm knew he was dead.

"Oh all right, you lazy girl." He sat and cradled her in his arms like a baby. Then using his strength, he picked her up and stood to his feet. Mac smiled when she saw that he'd kept their intimate connection intact.

"I'm not planning on leaving you till tomorrow morning, marine."

"Fine by me, sailor, now let's go to bed." Harm carried her into his bedroom, and soon, they were lost in each other once again.

Harm awoke to find several brown hairs tickling his nose. Opening his eyes, he found himself the way many of his mornings now began. Harm was spooned up against Mac's back, and her backside was pressed into his groin. His arms held her securely around her midriff, and her hands were settled over his arms.

'Hmm, I love waking up first in the morning. She looks so beautiful in her sleep.' He tightened his hold on her body, and Mac pressed her naked rear harder against his hips.

Harm knew he was done for when she began to rock against his lap. He heard a soft purr emanating from her lips and knew that she was having a very steamy dream.

"Harm…don't tease me," she said in her sleep. Her body squirmed, but he didn't release her. "Please, I need you inside me."

With a wide grin, Harm opened her thighs, and his hands slid up to cup her beautiful breasts.

"Like this, Sarah?" he asked and slowly pushed his hard shaft inside her.

"Yes…oh yes, Harm!" He couldn't believe how wet her dream had made her, and she slowly began to ride him.

"That's it marine, I want to make you scream; I wanna be the only one that makes you this way," he whispered sexily in her ear. His words were Mac's final undoing.

She shouted his name, and her juices exploded as her body convulsed in orgasm. Harm slammed back into her and erupted, spilling himself into her aching body.

"Oh my, that was the best dream I've ever had," Mac gasped as she opened her eyes several minutes later.

"Felt like it, marine," came a voice from over her ear. Mac's eyes shot open, and she turned to see Harm grinning at her.

"Harm…uh…" It was then she noticed their current state. His hands were brushing the bottom of her breasts, and she could feel him inside her canal. No, she wouldn't have…

"Oh no, don't tell me I…that we…that I had sex with you in my sleep."

"Well, when I got up, I could hear you moaning my name, and when I heard you purr, I knew what you were dreaming about. So naturally, I figured that I might as well help." Harm's smile was positively fickle, and Mac blushed to the roots of her hair.

"Mac…" Harm sighed as his face became serious, "…honey, don't be embarrassed, I've had dreams about you too, and no, I'm not going to tell you about them. I have to keep some of my secrets." Mac smiled at him and wiggled back into the cocoon of his arms.

"Sorry I got carried away."

"Don't be, Sarah, I don't mind you being a little naughty," he teased and nipped at her ear. Mac giggled and turned to face him.

"I've never done that before," she confessed. His eyes shone with love for her.

"Neither have I, so I guess we both learned something new." Mac licked her lips.

"Hmm, maybe next time, I can take care of you, sailor."

"That's tempting, marine, but I prefer you live and awake." She turned around in his arms and kissed him hotly.

"Want to do it the right way this time?" Mac quipped.

"Every way is the right way with you, Sarah."

"Well then…" She cooed and slid herself back onto him, "…let's begin."

"Yes ma'am."