Short Stories

To set it up, it takes place just after Harm flips a coin to decide who gets to be first chair. The coin rolls under the table, they bump heads, Mac looses and Harm says he'll be gentle.....

"Don't be gentle, just be good..." she says.
"You don't know just how good I am." he retorted flashing his trademark flyboy smile.
"No, but I would like to find out." she replied with a devilish grin.
His eyebrow nearly reached his hair line, as a look of shock overcame him, neither moved. Instinctively, he could feel himself being pulled to her, like a magnet. He felt the warmth of her breath on his face, as his mouth moved closer to hers. His eyes locked onto Mac's as he watched her previously flirtatious and slightly seductive expression turn to one of surprise. When his lips finally captured hers, he could feel her weaken beneath him from their union. He pressed his lips harder against hers, bringing her closer to him. He felt her start to surrender as their tongues danced around one anothers, revealing just how strong their feelings were. The increasing passion of the kiss they shared only added to her knowledge of his deep seeded desire for her.
The lust burned within them, Mac unable to controll her want, began to unbutton his shirt. Realizing what was about to happen, he covered her hands with his, stalling her advances.
"Mac, we can't, we don't have time..." he said, his voice husk and full of passion. He longed for her touch, but didn't dare push, it had to be on her terms.
"We have 2hrs. 13 minutes before we have to leave for Andrews. How long do you think this is going to take?" she asked with a giggle, finally breaking her hold on him.
"Are you sure you're ready?" he asked sweetly.
"Harm, I've been ready for 'us' to happen for a LONG, LONG time." she reassured, leaning to him once again.
Their kiss was tender yet intense. His need for her became apparent, and he made quick work of taking off her shirt. He traced the outline of her arm, up to her shoulder with his long fingers, slipping his thumbs under the straps of her bra and eased them down, caressing the same trail his fingers had traveled. His eye settled on her breasts drinking in the sight he'd wondered about for so long. He reached toward her to release her from the constraints of her bra. He continued his assault on her neck by feathering a path of kisses along her jaw line down her neck. Completely engulfed in the throws of passion, she called out his name with a raspy voice.
"Harm!.... Harm!" she called.
Snapping his eyes open, "What?" he barely whispered.
"Are you coming?" she asked.
He stared blankly at her. Shaking the cobwebs loose, "Yeah." was all he could muster.
"Woman or Tomcat?" she asked
"Huh?"
"Woman or Tomcat? Which one was your dream about?" she asked.
"Why would you ask that?" he said.
"Cause of that ear to ear smile you've had on your face since we left Andrews, it could only be from either a woman or tomcat. You remember Andrews, right? You know, where you passed out on my shoulder."
They disembarked the helo, Mac quickly striding ahead.
Harm stood there for a second, stunned that she'd noticed him sleeping and that she'd figured it out. Harms long legs allowed him to catch up with her quickly and when he did, he leaned over and whispered in her ear and said.
"It was you." stopping her in her tracks. Harm strode off and Mac just stood there with a shocked look
upon her face.

The sun beat down hot on the back yard of the Roberts’ residents. The house was strewn with balloons, streamers and a huge banner reading “Welcome Home, Bud!” American Flags hung at the corners, showing the patriotic feelings of all on this special day. This was the day that Bud Roberts was coming home from the hospital. It had been 6 weeks since that fateful day in Afghanistan, when the lieutenant had lost his leg due to a land mine. It had been a long, hard road to recovery for Bud and his family and friends. After hours of planning and preparing, the moment everyone within the confines of the yard had been waiting for was finally here. Bud was home.

As Harriet’s car pulled into the driveway, a roaring cheer came from the crowd. Bud exited the car, overwhelmed. He first saw standing in front of him, wearing an apron, Cmdr. Harmon Rabb. To his right are LT. Col. Sarah Mackenzie, and Admiral AJ Chegwidden, as well as Cmdr. Sturgis Turner.

“Commander, you don’t think you’re going to be cooking, do you?” Bud jokingly asked.
“Yes, I do, Bud.” Harm answered.
“No, Sir… grilling is MY job… uh… Sir.” Bud said, hesitantly. The whole crowd laughed and dispersed to the back yard again. Harm relinquished his apron and spatula to Bud, and began to mingle with the crowd. His eyes searched the group of friends, for one special one… Mac. He scanned the area one more time, but to no avail. ‘Where could she be?’ He asked himself. ‘Must be in with Harriet and little AJ… yeah, almost bed time, that must be it…’ he mumbled.

“Excuse me, Commander.” Came Harriet’s voice from behind him. He turned quickly, hoping to see Mac, but again, she wasn’t there. His face showed the disappointment. Harriet simply smiled, and pointed to the swings. Harms lips turned up at the ends, and his cheeks blushed a bit, but she knew exactly whom he was hoping to see.

Regaining his composure, he grabbed two bottles of water, and walked to where Mac was sitting.

“Hey? What ya doin all the way over here?” Harm asked.
“Just feeling a little melancholy that’s all.” She answered.
“Oh…” he handed her one of the bottles. “What’s going on?” He asked.
“Just thinking, that’s all” she said.
“About what, Mac?” he urged.
“Bud… why him? Why him, Harm?” She asked.
Harm didn’t know what to say, how to answer that question. He reached down and took her hand in his, entwining his fingers with hers.
“I don’t know, Mac. I wish I did.” He said, trying to answer her, without patronizing her.
“Think about it, Harm… What did Bud Roberts ever do to deserve that? He’s a good man, father, and husband. Why did HE step on that land mine, and not us?” she rhetorically asked.
“Mac, I don’t think this train of thought is going to help anyone. You and I are NOT responsible for what happened to Bud. It was an accident. It happened. We need to accept that, get past it, and move on… for Bud’s sake.” He encouraged.
“Do you realize that could have been us?” She blatantly asked.
“Mac, don’t do this to yourself. This isn’t your fault…” he began.
“I…I know. I’m just saying… THAT could have been us. We were right in the middle of a minefield. You stepped on one, for God’s sake! Wh… what would have hap…” she started to cry. She tightened her grip on his hand, as the tears landed on her cheeks. “What would I do without you?” She finally asked.
“You don’t have to worry about that… you will NEVER have to worry about that. I’m not going anywhere.” He slowly lifting her head toward his. His hand lingered, and his fingers caressed her cheek as he gently wiped away the tears.
“Come here…” He requested, walking toward the house. Mac followed a second behind, curious.
“Harm?” She asked. “What’s wrong?” she whispered.
“Let’s go somewhere and talk… you can help me with the coffee.” He casually said.
“Coffee? I’m spilling my guts to you, and you suddenly want coffee?” She asked exasperated.
“Yeah…” He lamely said. He began to make the coffee. Mac, who was frustrated by now, helped out. He got the water and set up the machine, while she passed the coffee. Once he hit the “on” button, he turned toward Mac, their eyes locked. He reached forward, and brushed a stray lock from her face, and closed the distance between them. As he captured her lips, a low gasp escaped from them. His mouth pressed hard against hers, lips opening slightly to allow his tongue to venture inside her mouth. She could feel his want of her against her leg, as he pulled her more into his embrace. Her mouth parted slightly to allow his curious tongue to dance with her own. The kiss was hot, passionate, sexy and full of promise. THIS is what she’d waited for… what she’d wanted. The kiss deepened, just as the soft voice of their hostess, squeaked an “Oops”, as she quickly turned and walked back outside. As she closed the door, she couldn’t stop herself from taking just one last peek, and smiled.

Mac pulled away quickly, trying to hide her beet red cheeks.
“Oh, no…do you think Harriet saw us?” Mac asked.
“I’m sure she did… I distinctly heard and “Oops” before she left…” He answered.
“Oh… what?” She asked. Harm saw it as an opportunity. He kissed her on the cheek lightly and walked through the back door.
“Harriet, Thank you for a wonderful evening… everything has been incredible, really. Bud, my friend, welcome home.” Harm said, shaking Bud’s hand and kissing Harriet on the cheek.
“Are you leaving Sir?” Bud asked.
“As a matter of fact, yes, we are. If you would excuse us… goodnight.” He said, with a whimsical tone to his voice. Much to Mac’s surprise, he took her by the hand, and led her out of the Roberts’s back yard. He walked her to
her to her car, opening the door. They nervously smiled at each other.
“Good night, Mac.” He said.
“Aren’t you following me?” She asked, smiling coyly.