Title: My Dreams
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Rating: NC-17

Spoilers: Nothing too specific

Summary: Mac is being dreamt about, but by whom? This is in response to the November 2000 challenge on Dog Tags.

Disclaimer: These characters belong to CBS and Bellisarius Productions. I am simply borrowing them for a little fun.

Notes: Constructive criticism is welcome and hey so is glowing praise <g>.

 

I walked into my living room from the kitchen and looked around the place. I couldn’t help but think about how lonely I was. I have no one special in my life right now. That usually never bothers me but after tonight it does for some reason, and more than it ever usually does. Tonight was supposed to be a happy time so I don’t really understand my emotions. Tonight there had been a party to celebrate Bud’s promotion to Lt. Commander. It was a well-deserved promotion and it came at a time that Bud and Harriet needed some good news. Everyone had a good time, or so it seemed. I couldn’t help but notice the lost look in her eyes tonight. She was the one person that I thought could ease my loneliness.

 

I wish I could have the courage to ask her to come over. Not even as a date or anything like that. I just hungered for companionship and I knew that she did also. Somehow I could just feel it. I knew it but I don’t know how I did. I saw the longing in her eyes tonight while she held her godson and kissed him goodnight. I also saw the longing in her eyes. Tired of pacing around the room, I sat down dejectedly, glad no one could see how pitiful I was being. I would have gladly given her simple companionship no strings attached. Hell just sitting in the same room together while we both worked would have been wonderful. Anything, I just wanted to be near her. I knew deep down even that is more than I can hope for considering who we are.

 

I longed to see her here, at my place, in my home, she’s already in my heart even if she doesn’t know it. I would give anything smell her perfume, hold her in my arms, taste her sweet lips, and just listen to her heartbeat. But I knew that I could only see her in my dreams. I’m not blessed with dreams of her too often but when I am, I am loath to get out of bed. Anything to stay there and let those thoughts and memories linger. I would then get up and take yet another cold shower and hope I didn’t see her in person first thing that morning, at least not until I was able to mask my feelings better. I can’t help but wonder if she masks feelings for someone. I wish that it could be me but I know that it wasn’t possible.

 

The same way that I could tell that she hungered for companionship, I could somehow tell that she knew how I felt. Even though I have never said anything to her, she still seems to know. I would never say anything and maybe she realized that. That could be why there are never any problems between us when we are together. We have always been able to work together without any problems, well at least usually. She seems to have the ability to make all the men around her fall for her. I wonder if she knows this or not. I wonder what it is about her that inspires such loyalty in the men around her. At least I am not the only one susceptible to her charms. She could melt the heart of the coldest Marine with that smile of her’s. God only knows that she melted my heart.

 

I leaned my head back and closed my eyes lost in my thoughts of her. I thought that I imagined it when the phone rang. I answered it gruffly irritated that my thoughts of her were interrupted. Once I realized who was on the other end of the line, I knew I had to be dreaming. It was her. She asked me if she could come over, she just needed to talk someone. Like I could deny her anything. I waited nervously near the door until I heard her soft footsteps approach the door then her tentative knock. It was almost as if she was afraid to wake me had I fallen asleep. As if that were possible knowing that she was on her way over. I opened the door and drank in her beauty for a quick moment before I stepped aside to let her in. I took her jacket and hung it up. I watched her as she looked around the room, I knew that she looked around any room she walked into. I guess it was something she picked up in the Corps. Not that I blame her, I do the same thing. It is always good to know your surroundings, no matter how familiar.

 

I offered her a seat, which she accepted. I sat next to her and while we spoke no words our eyes spoke volumes. We both knew how this was going to end, with us wrapped around each other in passion. I stood up and walk towards the bedroom. When I reach the doorway I turn around and hold my hand out to her. She softly walks to me with a slight smile on her beautiful face. The beauty of her face always amazes me. She is so strong yet so very beautiful. Her hair floating about her in a soft dark cloud framing her face. Her eyes that look into my soul and accept the demons she sees there without question have always unnerved me. I’ve always tried my best to not let her know this but I sense that she does anyway. She knows I have done things I didn’t want to do but they were necessary at the time. She always seems to know my feelings, I never figured out how she does that but, right now, I don’t think I care.

 

I certainly didn’t care as her hands went to the buttons on her blouse and slowly, seductively began to unbutton them. The more skin that she revealed the more in awe I was of her. How was it possible to hide that much beauty under that uniform? I began to notice the lace that begins to peek through the drab blouse. I have to admit I am surprised to see red lace when she finally unbuttons the last button. Dear god, how did she know that is my one weakness? Red lace. Her smile grew wider as my reaction became obvious. Within moments, her blouse slid down her arms to land on the floor behind her, unheeded. Next she reached for the button on her skirt, and unzipping it she let it slid down her legs also unheeded. She stepped out of her shoes and was left in her red lace bra, matching panties and garterbelt. I’ve always been curious what she wore under her uniform and this far exceeded all my expectations.

I was glad that she had finally rid herself of her uniform for more than the obvious reasons. I knew that we probably shouldn’t be doing this. It was a mistake, we worked together but neither of us could resist the attraction any more. At least I no longer have to look at her uniform to continually remind me of this fact. I’ve wanted this for a long time and I know that she felt the same way. I’ve caught flickers of desire in her eyes for a long time but we never thought to act on them. Until now.

 

She walked closer to me and while slipping past me she lightly trailed her fingertips across my chest. I inhaled sharply and caught a whiff of her perfume. I stepped closer to her and closed my eyes as her perfume teased my nostrils. I’ve always wondered what perfume she wore but I suspect that it can not be bought in any store. I think that is her, just her. I gently reached out and ran my fingers through her hair. I stepped even closer and lowered my face into her hair and nuzzled into her neck. Dear God her skin was as soft as I had always imagined. I ran my fingers across her cheek and down her neck. She arched her neck allowing me better access. I let my fingertips continue down her body to the front clasp of her bra. I slowly unhooked it then slipped the straps off her shoulders. I ran my hands down her arms and took her hands in mine.

 

I lost myself in her eyes as I brought her hands to my chest. I let her unbutton my shirt and reveled in the feeling of her hands running across my chest. She pushed my shirt off my shoulder and let it drop to the floor behind me. I paid it no mind as she ran her fingers down my sides tickling me before she reached my belt buckle. Without breaking eye contact, she unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned the button and then slowly pulled down the zipper. She wrapped her arms around my waist then slipped her hands past my waistband to squeeze my backside. She saw the surprise in my eyes as she did then smiled. I smiled back at her as she slid my pants and boxers down my legs. I have to admit to myself that I am a bit surprised at her aggression. Not that I mind, in fact, it rather turns me on. And the fact is almost painfully obvious to her.

 

She reached out and lightly touched my erection. I finally broke eye contact to look at her hand wrapping around me. My breathing became ragged as her hand stroked me. I reached my hands out to her hips and slipped her panties down her long lean legs. I ran my hands back up her legs as she kicked her panties away. Taking her hips in my hands I could no longer resist and I pulled her close to kiss her soft lips. I pulled her body closer to mine and finally tasted of her luscious lips. She wrapped her arms tightly around my body as she leaned into my kiss. My tongue swept out to taste her lips and met with her tongue. Her taste was even more intoxicating than her touch or her scent.

 

We soon lost control of the kiss and she pushed me back into the bedroom and onto the bed. She reached for her garterbelt until I shook my head, wordlessly asking her to leave it on. She did and that was the last thing I had control of. She, surprisingly, took complete control then and I, surprisingly, gave in to her without a fight. I don’t like giving up control to anyone but she didn’t really give me that option. I was amazed at how turned on that made me. She straddled my thighs and my hands went to her breasts. I teased her nipples into harder peaks until she moved my hands away and glided further up my body. Finally, she grasped my erection and rubbed it against her slick folds. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back and lost myself in the sensations. After what seemed like torture for a while she finally eased down on my shaft taking me completely inside her. She was so tight around me, dear God she felt so amazing. She felt like home. I know that sounds trite but she fit me so perfectly it was incredible. She leaned back a bit and took me even further into her and she softly moaned.

 

I could feel her body adjust to mine, then after a moment, she braced her hands against my chest and began to move her hips. She slowly raised herself until I almost slipped out of her before she tightened herself around me and lowered her hips to mine. I couldn’t hold back the moan from the back of my throat. It just intensified as she raked her fingernails down my chest. I nearly lost it then but I somehow managed to keep control. She kept up with her movements until I knew I wouldn’t be able to last much longer. I reached one hand between our bodies and easily finding her clitoris, I began to rub it between my thumb and first two fingers. Both of our moans intensified and I began to counter thrust. Suddenly, she grabbed my hand and pulled it even tighter to her body as she came with a moan. Her already tight walls clamped down even more on my erection which made me lose control. I came so hard I was afraid that I was going to pass out. I was barely conscious of the fact that I was groaning in time with the spasms brought about by our mutual climax.

 

She collapsed on top of me and we both struggled to catch our breath. My mind began to work again and I wondered why she came over. She had said she wanted to talk but I realized that neither one of us had spoken a work since she walked in the door. I looked at her lovely face, contented was the only way to describe the look there. She was still breathing heavy and I could feel her heartbeat pounding against my own chest. I reached my hand out to touch her face. She looked up at me and smiled a small smile at me. Just as I was about to kiss her the phone suddenly rang. I jumped, suddenly awake. I was on the couch, not in my bed and I was alone. ‘It was just a dream? My God, it felt so real.’ The phone continued to ring and knowing that I couldn’t ignore it, I reached for it.

"Hi. It’s me. I was wondering if I could stop by," said a somewhat tentative voice.

"Are you okay, Mac?" She didn’t answer and I suddenly realized this was exactly like our conversation in my dream. "Sarah?"

"I just need someone to talk to, Clay."

 

The End

 

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