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LA TRATORRIA
WASHINGTON DC
2000HRS (EST)



Instead of dinner at Harm's they had decided to eat at a small Italian restaurant close to the hotel. Frank was beside himself when they met him at the airport and when he got his first look at the woman that was his life. It took him most of the night to calm down enough to utter a complete coherent sentence, but her exhibited strength infused him with the acknowledged relief that she would be okay, though he never let go of her hand throughout dinner.

Trish looked at the two most important men in her life, as they sat over coffee and made small talk. Her husband still trying to convince himself that she was all right and her son still trying to convince himself that he would be all right without Sarah Mackenzie in his life. She was even at a loss, but Harm agreeing to stay the night with them at the Hilton, gave Trish hope that she still could reason with her son and that being alone to brood was the last thing he needed tonight.

As Frank waited for the valet to bring the car, Trish slipped her hand through her son's arm. "I'm glad you've decided to stay with us tonight. Since we are leaving right after Harriet's tomorrow, it will give us some additional time alone." Smiling, she noticed the forced warmth her son tried to put into his response.

"I know, Mom. After all that's happened, a quiet night with you and Frank is just what I need."

"Exactly, darling. Just what you need."


HILTON REGENCY
KENNEDY SUITE
WASHINGTON DC
0130HRS (EST)



Trish Burnett sat at the dressing table getting ready for bed, as Frank seemed to be mesmerized by her every move, never taking his eyes from her. She caught his reflection in the mirror, a small smile crossing her lips as she turned towards him. "What?"

"I could have lost you today . . . I could have lost you in an instance of the blind rage of a stranger."

Trish saw the man that she loved shudder visibly and heard his voice crack with emotion and within a heartbeat she held him in her arms. "Shhh . . . I'm fine. It was an isolated incident, it could have happened anywhere. I was lucky that the neighbors called the police and I was lucky Sarah returned so quickly."

"What if . . ."

"Stop it, I'll have none of that! I love you, I'm here with you and it is as simple as that. What "ifs" do not exist in this family's vocabulary. Life is short enough without worrying about the what "ifs" too."

"I love you Trisha Rabb Burnett."

"And I you, Frank James Burnett. Now let's get some sleep this has been a week that would even turn an optimist into a pessimist. Actually this week has . . . "

"Trish, sometimes things do not appear as they are. Maybe they're just not . . . "

Trish raised an eyebrow at her husband, as she grabbed her robe hearing the opening of the patio door in the living area of the suite. "Frank, have you ever seen me start a crossword puzzle with anything but a pen?"

"No."

As she reached the door, she turned to her husband with a loving smile on her face. "Remember the teakettle: when it's up to its neck in hot water, it sings."

When she slipped through the door, Frank Burnett shut the bedside light, slipped under the covers and sighed audibly. His wife would always be the ultimate optimist. And when it came to Sarah Mackenzie and her son's future, she would be like the teakettle, she would always sing. Sing until they each saw the light. Sing until they admitted their feelings to each. Sing until they became one. As he started to drift, he remembered that he had found himself one hell of a woman . . . Trisha Rabb Burnett was one hell of a woman.

 

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"Can't sleep?"

"Nope. I haven't done a lot of it lately and even when I do . . . well it just seems like I trade one nightmare for another."

"Well, I've always believed that people tend to find, in some cases, unrealistic fault with others when they are awake and find that same unrealistic fault with themselves when they are asleep."

"Mom . . . The truth is the truth. She has no faith, trust, or . . ."

"Stop it Harmon, Rabb! You sound like a stoic skeptic bathed in self-pity, who doubts his beliefs and believes his doubts!"

"I thought after that night at the apartment . . . after that . . ."

"Kiss?'

" . . . what passed between us that single second . . . well that we both actually . . . realized the truth of a love so . . . but now I know what she really thinks. What her truth is when it comes to me."

"Harm, truth is what's left when you run out of lies. You two have spent most of your time together lying and denying your feelings for each other. You've both built lies around each other that you have accepted them as truths. You've both run out of lies and now the truth has proved overwhelming . . . you are still trying to convince yourselves your fear of loving is the truth . . . your love is the lie. When the fact remains that your love for each other is the only real truth . . . to be realized at any cost. To never allow yourselves to truly love is to never allow yourselves to have truly lived."

"Why does right feel so wrong?"

"Because, you've both allowed yourselves to believe in half-truths . . . the wrong half. Tomorrow recognize the right half."

 

HARM'S APARTMENT
WASHINGTON DC
0230HRS (EST)

 

Mac woke disoriented and stiff from falling asleep against the window of the vette. She looked up at the apartment, still dark. She looked at the parking space, still empty. Where the hell was he? Oh God, where the hell was he?

As her internal clock told her the lateness of the hour, she argued with herself on just what the hell she doing! She was sitting outside Harmon Rabb's apartment for what? To tell him she was sorry for what she had said? To tell him she was wrong? To tell him that she loved him? To tell him that she was tired of playing mind games? That she was sorry for Mic? That she sorry for what . . . for loving him?

She could just go up and wait in the hall for him to come home. It was better than being huddled in the cramped space of the vette with Jingo. No, she couldn't do that. What if he came home with someone? What would she do then? Feel more of a fool? She reached for her mobile and dialed his phone, but the minute it started ringing she hung up. What would she say to him over the phone? Tell him she needed to see him? Tell him she needed to . . . What if she had gone too far this time? What if he didn't listen . . . what if he didn't want to hear? What if they had played one game too many?

In the past they would have given their lives for each other. They trusted and respected each other implicitly, but now . . . maybe love did kill the trust, the faith, the respect . . . maybe there was nothing left . . . maybe they did play one game too many and now the friendship was dead.

She started the engine and turned towards home. Tomorrow . . . tomorrow she would try to make him understand the truth. The real truth . . . the whole truth . . . the only truth . . . that their friendship lived on, only as it could between a woman and a man.

 

ROBERT'S RESIDENCE
ROSSYLN VA
1900HRS (EST)

 

It had turned into a perfect day. Harriet as always, had outdone herself preparing, leaving nothing forgotten, nothing half done, making sure everyone had everything they could possible want. Her biggest challenge was keeping her "two" children out from under her feet as she played the perfect hostess. But even though she thoroughly enjoyed entertaining, especially her friends, her second pregnancy and all the preparations had left her tired and she didn't know what she would have done if Mac hadn't arrived early and had taken charge of AJ for the day.

As Harriet watched out the kitchen window, she noticed her friend in the hammock with AJ securely on her lap, her son fighting the sandman who was starting to sprinkle his sleep dust on the small child. She smiled at the serene scene . . . the only thing that would have made it perfect would have been if the Commander had been there.

"Is there anything left that I can help with Harriet. You must be simply exhausted." Trish Burnett's gaze followed that of the young woman, also noticing the serenity of the quiet scene. "She really loves that little boy, as if he were her own."

"She is going to make a wonderful mother, Ma'am. She has so much love to give. She has been everything Bud and I could have wished for in a godmother for our son." Suddenly, Harriet felt self-conscious not mentioning the Commander. "And of the course the Commander also has been so good to AJ. Bud and I were thrilled when they agreed to be AJ's godparents. They've always been so good together with . . . "

" . . . each other and AJ."

"Yes, Ma'am. They always have been."

"But Harriet, when will they learn that they don't each have to be lonely hunters, hunting the hills of life alone?"

"I don't know, Ma'am. They both have been fighting the truth of their feelings rather than yielding to them for so long."

"Yes. It's easy to make a person confess the lies they tell themselves to each other, but it's far harder for them to confess the truth in their hearts."

Trish Burnett and Harriet Roberts continued to watch the serene scene, each lost in their own thoughts and their own wishes, until they saw Sarah Mackenzie stand with AJ tucked safely in her arms and approach the house.

 

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After preparing AJ for bed, she sat in the rocking chair in his bedroom as the moonlight started to peak through the thin curtains and spread its warming light into the darkened room. AJ fussed in her arms, still fighting the sandman that was trying to bring the serenity of sleep to the little boy. Finally, the gentle rocking of the chair and Mac's soothing voice lulled the small boy into the edges of dreamland as he focused his sleepy attention on his godmother.

I hope you never lose your sense of wonder
You get your fill to eat but always keep that hunger
May you never take one single breath for granted
God forbid love ever leave you empty handed

I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean
Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens
Promise me that you'll give faith a fighting chance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance

I hope you dance
I hope you dance

As her words soothed her godson, they also echoed in Sarah Mackenzie's mind and seemed to surround her with their meaning, reinforcing the love and need she held in her heart for one, as the single tear finally found its way down her cheek. The single tear that represented a world of misunderstanding and blind foolish pride that had kept him from her and that had kept her from him.

 

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Harmon Rabb took a calming breath as he walked up the steps of the Robert's residence. It had been a long day in Norfolk, and he wasn't quite sure why he had accepted the duty. Yes he did! He had accepted it because he was a coward! When the Admiral had called, he had given him the out of sending Immes or Mattoni, but almost mechanically Harm had insisted on conducting the interviews himself. First relieved by the Admiral's agreement, he than cursed himself for his weakness in requesting the assignment. The assignment that would keep him away from the day's festivities at the Robert's . . . the assignment that would keep him away from Sarah. Until now . . .

Getting no answer around front, he worked his way around back where the barbecue was still in full swing. After making the rounds, briefing the Admiral on the day's interviews, he immediately noticed the absence of his Marine. Seeing his mother and Harriet wave to him from the kitchen window, he excused himself and made his way to the kitchen.

"Darling, I'm so glad you made it! You look exhausted." Embracing her son, relieved that he had come, a spark of hope ignited in her heart.

Harm returned his mother's embrace. "Harriet knows I wouldn't miss one of her parties." He flashed his brilliant smile, forced but genuine, as he watched Harriet blush.

"Comm . . . Harm, can I prepare a plate for you? You must be . . ."

"No thanks, the beer is just fine." The disappointment that crossed his handsome features was evident, as he scanned the kitchen for Mac. "I missed my godson outside. Have you already put him down for the night?"

"Actually, yes he was beat and . . ." Harriet felt the pressure of Trish Burnett's hand on her elbow and recognized the conspiratorial look in her eyes.

"Actually, Mac has just taken him up to settle him down for the night. I'm sure he's not asleep yet, so why don't you go up and say goodnight."

"I don't want to interrupt his . . ."

"Nonsense Harm, AJ was wondering all day where his godfather was. He'd love to have his godfather and godmother tuck him in."

 

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The moon had fully engulfed the room, and the sheer peaceful scene punctuated by her soft whispered voice filled with love melted his heart and attacked his senses. He leaned against the door frame and watched the women who would always be his world, lull the small bundle in her arms into a peaceful slumber.

I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance
Never settle for the path of least resistance
Living might mean taking chances but they're worth takin'
Lovin' might be a mistake but it's worth makin'
Don't let some hell bent heart leave you bitter
When you come close to sellin' out reconsider
Give the heavens above more than just a passing glance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance

I hope you dance . . . I hope you dance
(Time is a wheel in constant motion always rolling us along)
I hope you dance . . . I hope you dance
(Tell me who wants to look back on their years and wonder where those years have gone)

He stood in silence mesmerized by the beauty of the scene, the beauty of the woman he loved, the beauty of her tenderness, and her obvious love for the small bundle in her arms. His heart was overwhelmed with love as her soft words echoed around him and engulfed him in the truth, the light of truth in his heart aching as he saw the moonlight reveal the tears that ran down her cheeks. The whys of the past dissipated and all that was left was his aching need to have a present and a future with the woman who sat before him . . . this desire for her too strong to leave buried behind his foolish pride, his ego and his fears.

I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean
Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens
Promise me that you'll give faith a fighting chance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance

Dance . . . I hope you dance
I hope you dance . . . I hope you dance
I hope you dance . . . I hope you dance
(Time is a wheel in constant motion always rolling us along)
I hope you dance . . . I hope you dance
(Tell me who wants to look back on their years and wonder where those years have gone)

Harm felt him mother's arm slip through his as he tried to mask the tears that now slipped down his own cheeks. He heard and for the first time truly understood his mother's whispered words, because it was his battered heart that listened this time rather than his fearful mind.

"You have the choice to sit it out or dance, dear. It is your choice."

"I can't, Mom. Not here . . . not now . . . I can't."

Time is a wheel in constant motion always rolling us along Tell me who wants to look back on their years and wonder where those years have gone. Tell me who wants to look back on their years and wonder where those years have gone.

Trish Burnett watched her son wipe the tears from his face as he hurriedly made his way down the hall and disappeared. His pain sliced through her like a knife shredding her heart.

As Mac lay the sleeping child in his bed, she heard the whispered voices, she caught the blur of the retreating Navy uniform and she saw Trish Burnett standing in the doorway.

"Was that . . . "

"Yes, Sarah. That was Harm. He couldn't . . ."

Suddenly the younger woman was in the motherly embrace as Trish Burnett felt the Marine's hot and bitter lonely tears of regret and held her tenderly and securely as only a mother could.

"Why didn't he . . . Trish what am I going to do . . . what am I going to do?"

"You're going to love my son for a lifetime . . . like he will love you for that same lifetime. You will forget what was and only concentrate on what is. You will make each other understand. You'll both give your love a fighting chance."

 

MAC'S APARTMENT
GEORGETOWN, DC
0900HRS (EST)

 

Sleep eluded Sarah Mackenzie till 0530, and even once she drifted into a slumber her fitful sleep was filled with nightmares of what she had let slip through her fingers. Strength and pride had saved her in the past from the demons that had threatened to consume her younger years. But that same strength . . . that same pride she had permitted to take from her the only man who could ever fill the dark void in her life. The only man she HAD waited to love in reality, had wanted to love for a lifetime, with all the fire and the passion that she possessed. The chance of shared passion, the chance of shared fire, the chance of shared desires turned to blackened ashes in her dreams, carried away by the wings of despair.

She heard the distant incessant ringing of the bell and buried herself further under the shield of pillows that surrounded her, but there was no hiding from the persistent banging that now accompanied the incessant ringing.

"All right! I'm coming, damn it!" She slipped her silk robe on and stalked unsteadily to the front door and eyed her neighbor, Jimmy Blackstone through the peephole. What the hell was he doing here at this hour?

"Jimmy, is something . . ."

"These are for you." The fourteen-year old boy, obviously suddenly uncomfortable, picked up and handed Mac a cascading arrangement of gardenias and roses.

"They're beautiful, but . . . "

"Some guy gave me twenty bucks to bring these up to you right away." Jimmy watched the confused emotions play over Sarah Mackenzie's face as she read the note. Girls, he thought to himself as he started back down the hall, leaving Mac with tears in her eyes and trembling hands.

"Oh yeah and, Ms. Mackenzie. The dude is still out front I think." With her heart suddenly filled with hope aching to believe, she reread the note with shaking hands and eyes brimming with tears. 'I want to dance . . . dance only with you, Sarah. Only with you. Only with you for now and forever.'

"Jimmy . . ."

"I said the dude is still out front I think."

Leaving the door open, her heart racing and threatening to beat out of her chest, she ran to the window still clutching the flowers and the note in her shaking hands. And there was her world leaning against his SUV, his brilliant eyes filled with love and his magnificent smile filled with anticipation, waiting for her . . . for her . . . for her now and forever.

She didn't remember placing the flowers on the coffee table, she didn't remember leaving her apartment, she didn't remember exiting the building and she didn't remember running down the stairs through the gate. She didn't remember anything until she stood inches from him. Until she felt his hands gently and tenderly caress her face wiping at her tears, the scent that was uniquely his surrounding her and arousing all that she was and all that she would ever be . . . all that they would ever be together.

Harm pulled her into his arms, feeling her tremble against him arousing all that he was, all that he would ever be, all that they would ever be together. " I want to be your only dancer . . . your only partner in life and love . . . now and forever. It's always been only you, Sarah. It's always been only you." He whispered the words to her as she rested her head on his shoulder and as he felt her arms wrap securely around his neck. He pulled her close to him as he they started a lover's dance to the soft music that filled the world that was now only theirs . . .

I hope you never lose your sense of wonder
You get your fill to eat but always keep that hunger
May you never take one single breath for granted
God forbid love ever leave you empty handed
I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean
Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens
Promise me that you'll give faith a fighting chance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance
I hope you dance

Their bodies moved against one another in an erotic lover's dance, as Harm lifted her face and gently kissed Sarah for the first time lingering, against her wanting, responding lips as he whispered against the sweetness of her. "I wish I could go back to the very first day I saw you . . . there were so many times since then when you looked in my eyes . . . I wanted to whisper these words of promise: I love you."

I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance
Never settle for the path of least resistance
Living might mean taking chances but they're worth takin'
Lovin' might be a mistake but it's worth makin'
Don't let some hell bent heart leave you bitter
When you come close to sellin' out reconsider
Give the heavens above more than just a passing glance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance

Mac trembled as she felt his warm breath and heard the whispered words, as old as time against her lips. "I love you too, and I promise we will always be together . . . till the end of time." She pulled him to her and kissed him with a passion ignited by the fire of the three simple spoken words as old as time.

I hope you dance . . . I hope you dance
(Time is a wheel in constant motion always rolling us along)
I hope you dance . . . I hope you dance
(Tell me who wants to look back on their years and wonder where those years have gone)

I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean
Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens
Promise me that you'll give faith a fighting chance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
Dance . . . I hope you dance
I hope you dance . . . I hope you dance
I hope you dance . . . I hope you dance
(Time is a wheel in constant motion always rolling us along)
I hope you dance . . . I hope you dance
(Tell me who wants to look back on their years and wonder where those years have gone)
Tell me who wants to look back on their years and wonder where those years have gone.

As the music that wrapped them in the bonds of love ended for the third time, their continual declarations of love, the electricity that flowed between their hungry bodies, and the slow realization of their surroundings, caused Mac to pull away from his warmth . . . the passion too great to deny a moment longer.

"Perhaps Sailor, we should continue this inside." Mac saw the desire and the need in his eyes, eyes that mirrored her own and took his hand in hers as she led him upstairs.

 

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Barely behind the closed apartment door, Mac trembled with anticipation as she undid the sash on her robe and let it slip to the floor at her feet. Leaning her naked body into him, she wrapped her arms around his waist, working her hands up under his tank top exploring what she knew was already inflamed for her, feeling his muscled torso ripple with every touch. Feeling him react, she pressed further into him and found his mouth with hers, her words carried on the promise of a kiss. "Let me love you, Harm. Just let me love you, now and forever."

The sight of her naked body, the press of her flesh heatedly against him, aching for him to caress all that she was, and the tease of her tongue against his bottom lip, was all he needed. He shuddered when the passion like the exploding of a thousand suns overtook his body causing him to pull her hard against him, intertwined finally in their first lover's embrace as one soul.

The kiss was gentle, soft, exploring and wet at first, both lost in a haze of lust. His tongue was hot and soft as her mouth opened beneath his and he probed her warm sweetness. Playing across the edges of her full mouth, blistering sensations coursed through him as he felt her suck his tongue softly. The kiss grew in scorching intensity, until it scalded and seared them, moans of pleasure exploding around them as their tongues and bodies explored each other heatedly.

"Oh God, Mac . . ." He was gasping for breath. "So good . . ." He continued to hold her aching body against him, her purred words against his mouth causing him to shiver as waves of desire washed over him, waves of desire pushing him to explore the raging softness of all that he held at long last in what had been empty arms.

He lifted her, like a china doll, mindful of her injuries, afraid he would hurt her, and carried her to the bed, laying her ceremoniously in the center. His raging hunger for the erotic woman who lay naked beneath him sent torrents of throbbing desire through every part of his body. He was quivering as he disrobed and lay naked next to her on the bed.

"God, you are so . . . beautiful . . . you're so . . . I've waited so long for this." He audibly gasped the words, as his hands ran lovingly along her naked soft flesh.

"Please Harm, just love me. Love all of me and let me love you in return."

He felt himself shiver at the sheer sight of her reacting flesh, soft and warm against his hands. "I'll take whatever you give . . . I'll give whatever you want."

"All . . . take all I have to give." As he moved against her, she counter-moved, her body teasing him as he covered her.

They explored all that had been forbidden, they pleasured all that had been forbidden, and their threads of control started to snap like ancient rubber bands.

Final whispered words of "I love you" and their bodies were transported somewhere neither had ever been before as their joint orgasms racked their bodies and sent them crashing against a shore filled with immeasurable hot, steamy, erotic pleasure. They rode the waves of orgasmic release as long as they could, until the morning stillness was filled with the screams of their release, and the surrounding essence was replaced with the scent of their sweet sexual joining.

 

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The rest of the day was spent in continual dances of pleasure as new sparks were ignited . . . new areas were explored . . . and five long years of sexual tension were finally released. But each joining multiplied their need for more of each other, physically and emotionally. They were friends, they were lovers, and they had become God's food for each other's souls.

 

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Mac nudged the sleeping sailor next to her as she started to shake the sleep from her eyes. Late afternoon shadows were just beginning to creep into the room.

"I'm hungry." She whispered the words and tenderly flicked her tongue over the sensitive area that she had found on the base of his neck, causing him to tighten his hold around her and groan audibly.

"You're going to kill me, Marine." Smiling, he covered her body with his and found her lips, parting them for another passionate kiss . . . knowing it would ignite another spark but unable to think of a better way to die.

Mac felt the sensations start to once again overtake her body, leaning into the welcoming feel of the warmth of his lips, just as his hands started to trace patterns over her particular points of pleasure. Breathless, she broke the kiss but stayed nestled against his strong naked, muscular body. "Food . . . I'm talking about food."

"Yeah, right. Food. I should have known it would just be a matter of time before your other hunger took over."

"Now I have two favorite foods to satiate my hunger. Beltway burgers and you." Mac kissed him before she rolled from under him and made her way to the bathroom, turning seductively toward him. "Shower?"

"Oh, yeah."

 

LE MAISON
WASHINGTON DC
1900HRS (EST)

 

They had spent many times in each other's company dining out as friends, but this time was the first time as lovers. The atmosphere around them in the quiet French Restaurant was charged with their new found relationship. They held hands and kissed intermittently like teenagers through out dinner. Harm brought her a rose.

They walked along the reflecting pool by the Washington Monument in each other's embrace, whispering enticing words of love to each other, placing soft kisses against the other.

As they walked back to the car, Harm stopped and pulled her into his arms. "Letting me love you is the brightest part of my world now, Sarah. I'm sorry for my stupidity, my stubbornness, my egotism, my blind . . ."

Mac placed her fingers gently against his lips when she saw the tears in his eyes and heard the words that were from his heart. "Shhh . . .that was then . . . now is now. There are no longer 'I'm sorry for the past'. Our love has changed all of that as it will every today and every tomorrow . . . and this world of love will last forever, I promise you with my heart, flyboy."

 

HARM'S APARTMENT
NORTH OF UNION STATION
WASHINGTON, DC
2100HRS (EST)

 

They had decided to spend the night at Mac's and had stopped by Harm's to pick up what was needed for the morning. Tomorrow would be Mac's first day back at JAG and it would be their first day at JAG, as lovers.

"Let me just grab a spare uniform and throw a few things in a bag." He kissed her and made his way to his bedroom area.

Mac watched his retreating back, and rather than staying in the living area, she followed him into the bedroom area, the sudden need to make love in his bed for the first time overwhelming. The sudden idea of being surrounded by the scent of his sheets as he made love to her arousing her insatiable need for his body to satisfy hers once again.

"Need something?" He smiled as he saw her follow him up the steps.

She sat down on the corner of the bed and skimmed her fingers against the feel of the comforter, aroused by his scent that started to tie her nerves into tight little bundles of desire. She watched as he slipped his shirt off, exposing a portion of his magnificent body to her heated gaze. She sat mutely admiring what had been hers and what she ached to feel again.

"Mac?"

"Actually, I do need something." Mac walked to him and wound her arms around his waist, smiling when she heard his audible groan of pleasure as her hands ran seductively over his rippling torso, planting small kisses against his bare back. "Answer a question for me, flyboy."

"What would that be, Marine?" His words were coming through small puffs of breath, feeling her kisses more passionate, the movement of her hands more deliberately stimulating running seductively the length of his exposed skin. He reached around grabbed and pulled her harder against him.

"Does location change who we are?"

"No."

"Good answer. Then I think here would be the perfect . . ."

Before her final words escaped her elevated breathing, he turned and claimed her with a fiery kiss filled with unbridled passion. Quickly he moved her to his bed and covered her with strings of passionate, tender and warm kisses as his body engulfed her.

And another spark of insatiable desire was ignited . . .

 

HILTON REGENCY
KENNEDY SUITE
WASHINGTON, DC
2000HRS (EST)

 

"Trish, you are kidding. Right?"

"Now why would I ever kid about a thing like this?"

"We have a plane to catch. We have . . ."

"It is not like a scheduled flight. Tell Jack the flight has been delayed due to unforeseen circumstances!"

"What am I going to do with you?"

"I have some ideas when we get home. But I refuse to leave Washington until I knock some sense into my pig-headed son. Even if I have to kick his six from here to hell and back!"

 

HARM'S APARTMENT
NORTH OF UNION STATION
WASHINGTON, DC
2200HRS (EST)

 

"Is this afterglow?"

"What kind of a question is that?" Harm brushed the hair from Mac's flushed face as they lay intertwined among the sheets, their hearts still racing uncontrollably against one another.

"I don't know . . . I've just never felt so satisfied and yet . . . and yet it never seems enough with you."

Kissing her gently he traced the outline of her lips with his fingertips. "It's love, Marine. It's true and endless love." He kissed her again before he grabbed his robe and stood by the bed, shaking his head in amazement when he heard her groans of displeasure.

"Harm . . . where are you going?"

"Looks like we're here for the night. I thought I'd put on some tea."

"Mmmmm . . . that does sound good."

Watching her stretch in satisfaction, he had to force himself to turn away, an ache starting to burn through him again. Focus on the tea, Rabb! The tea! Don't think about . . . don't think about her lips . . . don't think about the silken feel of . . . God, he had it bad! But he was damn glad that at last he had it all. For once in his life he had everything he wanted . . . everything he would ever need . . . he finally had the love of his Marine.

 

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The shrill of the kettle sliced into his thoughts and brought Sarah Mackenzie to the kitchen area.

"That smells great."

"New blend . . ." He kissed her and handed her the mug. "A toast to new beginnings."

"A toast to love." As she placed a kiss against his lips, tasting the sweetness of him and the honey laced tea, she felt him pull back as they both heard the incessant banging at the front door.

"What the hell . . ."

"Harm, don't. I'm not . . ." Before she could move, she noticed him yank the door open, saw Trish and Frank Burnett standing in front of the open door and she froze as if she was welded in place.

"Mom . . . Frank . . . I thought you had left last night!" Flustered and obviously taken back by finding his mother and his step-father on his doorstep at this late hour . . . he hadn't even though about Mac standing in the kitchen clad only in a bed sheet until his mother breezed past him and he turned.

Trish Rabb stopped dead in her tracks as she saw the beige blur that was now Sarah Mackenzie in front of her. She stood frozen for a moment but noticed her son whip past her and wrap his arm securely around the now blushing Marine.

"Mom . . . I."

The smile that crossed Trish Rabb Burnett's face erupted with the force of an ancient volcano, could have melted the moon and eclipsed the sun as her heart swelled with relief and happiness . . . A mother's happiness and relief for a son who had finally found his way . . . for a son who had obviously found his happiness at long last.

Silence hung in the air and Mac, even after seeing Trish's smile, trembled with embarrassment and extricated herself from Harm's grasp.

"Trish, I apologize for this . . . this . . . display. Please give me a moment to change into . . . "

As Mac tried to flee to the bedroom area, she suddenly found herself in the warm embrace of the older woman. "Nonsense darling. You wear your attire well and it becomes you. I hope it is now a permanent part of your wardrobe." Recovering, Trish relinquished Sarah Mackenzie to the strong arms of her son. "Besides we have a plane to catch. Ready, Frank?"

"Whenever you are, my love."

Goodbyes were exchanged, and as Harm walked his mother and step father to the elevator, Mac watched from the doorway to the apartment, he once again took his mother in his arms. "I love you and will never be able to thank you for everything."

" Remember, desire doesn't always demand love before it captures you. But desire with love creates a powerful bond for a lifetime. Love your Marine and she will return that love for eternity. You are your father's son."

 

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As the limousine pulled away from the apartment, Frank took Trish's hand in his and squeezed it. "I guess a mother always does know."

"Yes, darling. A mother always knows."

As Washington quickly disappeared behind them, Trish Burnett looked out the limousine window and whispered to the heavens above, placing her hand on her heart. "Our son has found his life in the arms of a strong and courageous woman. And I promise you, flyboy our grandchild will get to know you. They will know the courage, the bravery and the sacrifice of their grandfather. And one day they will stand at the wall, trace your name, and keep your memory in their heart forever. Till me meet again, I promise you, my love."

 

The End

 

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