How many stories can I run at once? A lot. Heh.

Got this idea to make a Mac version of "Talk To Me" Lord knows girlfriend needed a lot of couch time. So, I had begun to jot down notes for it deciding it would be in season 7.

And then, our little JAG FanFiction group on FB was chatting about "Lifelines" and how HM should have run off and got it on. In all honestly, anything changing the end of that episode is hard for me. The guilt of them having an affair would have been destructive. I've shied away from writing it until now (plus another story that is simmering in the wings with a similar content) as redjagglerock got my muse interested.

So here we start a new journey…

The first chapter has some angsty, sensual smut...honestly HM and sex is just...HOT.

We were deprived.

Title: Old Wounds

Summary: A passionate kiss leads Harm and Mac to become lovers but, significant others and old wounds threaten to keep them apart.

"They say don't open old wounds

But you're still brand new

And all the flames you said you ran through

You got a little more to prove

One day I'll give you my heart

When it's not in two

They say don't open old wounds

But I'm going to

I think I could love you 'til the day that you die

If you let me love you when the timing is right

And if they said I had to, I swear I'd wait my whole life

I think I could love you 'til the day that you die

They say don't open old wounds

But this is still brand new

And I've got nothing left to lose besides you

And I've already lost you once

What more could you do?

They say don't open old wounds

But I want to

I think I could love you 'til the day that you die

If you let me love you when the timing is right

And if they said I had to, I swear I'd wait my whole life

I think I could love you 'til the day that you die"

"Old Wounds" by Pvris

CHAPTER 1 - Making Lovers Out Of Friends.

Harm was surprised if not, somewhat shocked that Mac was standing outside his door. He half expected her to book the next flight out to Australia and follow her now ex-fiance with the hopes of saving their marriage.

"Oh, Mac." He breathed out noting her beautiful eyes were bloodshot from crying. "I'm sorry." And he was only because she was hurting. Part of him was thrilled that Mic had left, he only prayed the bastard never came back.

Unconsciously, Mac threw herself at him, seeking comfort she desperately needed. He gripped his cane tight to prevent himself from losing balance and wrapped one arm around her, never wanting to let her go again.

What brought them to this moment was still a source of confusion and pain from a tryst that left them both wanting a seemingly impossible future….

...Wordlessly, she had taken his hand, the one still resting on the curve of her hip and tugged him, urging Harm to follow as Mac navigated amongst the throngs of vehicles until she located his Lexus. She slipped inside first, the gentleman in him holding the door open although something inside was screaming at him to stop. Harm was sure she could hear the hammering of his heart when they sat side by side in the back seat both lacking the courage to push things further.

They'd already gone too far - he pushing the boundaries of a well-wisher when Mac solely meant to kiss him goodbye. Her lips on his snapped that precious control forcing Harm to react as he never had with her. As Mac backed away, his mouth followed hers, lips claiming lips almost brutally until she melded into him in surrender. They kissed hard, passionately and his hands slid under the jacket he'd previously draped over her shoulders, finding the bare skin of her back. His thumb brushed over the top, aching to dip under and feel more of her bare skin until the need for air broke them apart.

His breath was ragged, heavy and Mac groaned at the sense of loss as they silently held each other's gaze. There was a feeling of wonderment, an overpowering awe that such a wrong could feel so damned right. It was why Harm followed her lead, a willing captive to her siren's song, blindly being led by desire.

They hadn't kissed again as he suspected they would. Instead, he pulled her body over his, Mac's knees on either side, straddling him. Her bottom rested on Harm's thighs and the hard evidence of his desire was straining to be touched, to fill her. She placed her hands on his shoulders, in the half darkness Mac could barely see the color of his eyes but imagined them darkening just as hers likely had.

They hadn't spoken, both too afraid words would stop this moment, push them both into a present neither wanted to be part of. In this world, this bubble that had been created, it was only the two of them, watching, waiting for someone to make the first move. All of her bravado had come to a stop, a thought of her fiance, the man that had said the right words, had somewhat healed her broken heart made this game a much more dangerous one.

Mac almost pulled away… almost but, she could feel his eyes on her, sense his rough hands moving up her arms, leaving goosebumps on her skin up to her shoulders letting the jacket fall somewhere behind. His hands traced her shoulders, dipping down to her collar and around to the nape of Mac's neck where the clasp for her dress held the upper part of her dress. With shaking fingers, he unclasped the hooks and the sound of the soft 'pop' made her core clench.

Now freed, the material slowly fell away slipping off Mac's shoulders to bare her breasts to him. Almost instantly, her nipples formed rigged peaks both from the cool spring air and the thoughts of what he may do now that she was topless before him. She expected Harm to hesitate and backpedal as he'd done almost two years prior on that blasted ferry ride, it was part of their dynamic afterall. Instead his hand moved up to touch her.

Mac let out a breath she wasn't sure she'd been holding when one of Harm's hands cupped her breast, taking the weight of one and then the other. He squeezed each orb gently and his thumbs stroked over each hardened nipple with a feathery touch. And then his mouth replaced one hand.

His tongue swirled around the peak, teasing and tasting the sensitive skin that was impossibly harder, straining against his ministrations. He suckled her breast the sounds of his mouth on her skin and Mac's soft moans were the only sounds in the confines of his vehicle.

Neither had spoken. Words had been replaced by touches and murmurs if pleasure. With each pull of her nipples with his mouth Mac could feel a tingling between her thighs and her core had become so wet she could feel the moisture in her panties.

She pressed a hand to the back of his head, urging Harm to continue his feasting of her breasts, never feeling this kind of pleasure from any other man. Mac sucked her lower lip into her mouth, biting down as she tried not to call his name out of fear that words would stop this surrender. She was still expecting him to cease and pull away once that idiotic, noble part of his mind clicked into action. Instead, he let a hand fall from her breast onto her thigh where he began another sort of exploration.

Harm slipped one hand under her dress and his knuckles skimmed over her hip only to dip downward. His fingers traced the elastic of her panties and without askance, delved inside over her moist curls. One long finger probed, slipping inside to feel her clench around him. Mac was so aroused Harm was sure he could make her come without much effort.

Lord, had he always done this to her? Did she really want him this much?

Mac's hand brushed the bulge straining hard against his trousers and his wimper was an indication that Harm needed her to free him. She made quick work of his belt and then slowly brought down his zipper, the sound making another lick of desire pass between them.

Reaching inside the open fly and through the flap of his silk boxers she freed his erection. Silk, she mused, turned on that he'd forgo the stark white boxers for something more elegant.

In the darkness she couldn't see him fully but, her hand began to trace every contour of his length. Harm was heavy, thick, the tip of his cock moistening when she stroked up his shaft and then pressed her thumb at the head. It stole the breath right out of him and the gentle musings of her hand made him moan as Mac increased the pressure.

His fingers moved in time with her hand but, it wasn't enough. Mac wanted to feel him inside, to end the sexual tension that was always an undercurrent to their relationship.

Harm roughly gripped her hips helping Mac rise as she came to her knees and pushed her damp panties aside. His cock teased between her moist folds until she held him steady took Harm into her inch by equiste inch. The sensation of him filling her nearly made her black out. He was big and thick, their union almost painful until her body stretched and accommodated the wanted intrusion.

For long minutes they remained joined, their eyes holding each other's gaze equally wondering if this stolen moment was just a dream. Breaths begum more staggered as Mac was the first to move a roll of her hips one way and then the other, a slow deliberate dance.

Harm's hands were still gripping her hips, helping Mac move over him. In the sparsely lit vehicle, they watched each other conveying a silent conversation of acceptance and surrender.

Mac's orgasm was almost painful, her inner muscles convulsing as Harm drove up into her, seeking his own release. She felt him come, his cock throbbing as the warmth of his seed spread inside her. Harm thrust into her twice more, his fingers digging into the delicate skin of her hips until he was fully spent.

It had never felt like this with anyone before, the explosive intensity that was sure to consume both of them - a sort of synchronicity in pleasure she hadn't found with any other man. It forced Mac to collapse over him and rest her head in the crook of his neck until their breathing began to regulate.

Harm was it for her, she knew that now, affirmed in the way he was currently holding her, one hand cradling her head the other drawing lazy circles on her damp back. When he slid out of her both felt an odd pain of separation in more ways than one. "You're going to marry him aren't you?" He asked, breaking the silence that stretched awkwardly.

His question sent a lancing pain through her heart making Mac wish she could turn back time. "I don't think I can, not after this." She raised her head from the crook of his and framed his face in her hands. His skin was damp and warm and when she kissed him, Mac could taste the saltiness of his sweat.

Harm broke the kiss, "I won't have an affair with you, that's not fair to them or us."

"No it isn't." She agreed. "Do you love her?"

"No."

"She expects you to marry her…"

Harm knew what the other woman wanted but, he'd been biding his time, enjoying the body she willong gave as substitute for the woman he really wanted. But, there was no real emotion tied to his relationship with Renee although he tried to fall for her. The heart wants what the heart wants and his was held captive by a certain Marine. "Mac, I don't love Renee...I love you. I think I have for a while."

His admission made her breath catch. "You never told me...in fact, you've done the opposite…"

"I...I know...I'm sorry." Gently, he brushed the damp hair from her face, tucking a few stray strands behind her ear. If they ever did this again, the lights needed to be on, he wanted to see her pleasure filled eyes, the flush skin. He needed to hear her scream his name. "You're so beautiful."

"I don't want to marry him…" Mac said suddenly, hoping beyond hope that he would stop her from ruining their lives.

"Don't marry him, Sarah." He found himself impossibly hard again, every shift of Mac's body over his making him come alive like an electric current. Harm guided himself to her slit, teasing her entrance with the tip of his cock. "Stay with me." And then he fully buried himself into her.

"Yes…"

Only a hasty plan to set them free had been met with fierce resistance. The rest of the evening was awkward for Mac who was now repulsed by each of Mic's unwanted touches. "Where were you, luv?" He questioned making Mac's heart beat erratically out of fear he would smell Harm on her skin.

The man eyed had her quizzically, noting the glowing skin and damp hair and when Mic's jaw set, Mac knew her traitorous body had given her away. "Nerves. I went outside to catch a breath."

"Where's Rabb?"

She almost cowered from his chastising tone and only held a brave front for Harm's sake. "He..he got a call… something about his..his brother." Mac fought hard to not stammer through her lie, the truth being that the essence there lovemaking had soiled his trousers making it impossible for Harm to return as if nothing had happened.

"Forget about Harm." She said unable to stop her body from flinching when Mic's hand caressed her bare back as Harm had done. The touches were so different, Mic's possessive and Harm's gentle and loving.

Mac's body was still hypersensitive as well, her core so moist she had to forego wearing panties for what was left of the night.

"We'll figure this out. For now, go to him, go back inside like nothing happened." Harm told her when his body was still joined with hers the second time they made love. He hated leaving her but, had no choice as he hadn't wanted anyone to make a scene. "I promise you, Sarah...It'll be alright. We'll be togerher soon…"

Unfortubately, he couldn't anticipate the hell his plan would put them through.