Title: New York

Disclaimers: I don't own JAG or anything or these characters

Summary: The final chapter following The Kennedy Center and Italian Lessons.

Rating: NC-17

Category: smut

Authors notes: Feedback to astridz55@earthlink.net

“Sarah, I’m going to be in New York City next weekend for a little get together, would you like to join me?” asked Francesca one day on the phone.

“Sure, sounds like fun and I can practice my Italian.”

“I’ll email you all the information about your flight and everything. All of that is taken care of.”

“That’s not necessary, Francesca. I can get a flight.”

“No, no don’t worry about it. I’ll see you there and I’ll have a dress for you.”

Before Mac could ask what she meant, Francesca had hung up leaving Mac to wonder. Mac checked her email then told Harm that she was going to be going out of town next weekend. The Admiral had been on leave and he wasn’t due back in town until several hours after Mac had to leave. Mac was surprised to see that her flight was in first class and that there was a limo waiting to take her to her hotel. Francesca met her in the lobby of The Plaza Hotel.

“Sarah, it’s good to see you again.”

“I had no idea you were getting me a first class ticket and a limo,” Sarah said.

“Oh, think nothing of it. Here is your room key. The bellboy will take your bags up but you need to come with me. I have a dress for you that was designed by my friend. He is being honored here tonight.”

“I brought a dress but I don’t think that it will be nice enough for here.”

“Let’s go and get ready,” Francesca said with a smile.

Francesca and Sarah made their way to Francesca’s room by way of the beauty salon. Sarah could tell that Francesca was keeping some secret but let her have her way for now. Soon, she was garbed in a gorgeous red gown and Francesca in burgundy.

“Sarah, I need to get to the ballroom. I’ll meet you there, okay?”

“Alright,” Sarah smiled as she finished getting ready.

Francesca went to the ballroom and even though she was early there were some people there, one of whom was her father.

“You look beautiful, Francesca.”

“And you look very handsome, Papa.”

“Thank you. And why have you kept me waiting, daughter?” he said with mock sternness.

“I was only eleven minutes late,” she said.

“Eleven? You’ve been spending too much time with Mac,” he said amused.

“Why don’t you call her Sarah?”

“She told us to call…” he stopped as the woman he was talking about walked in the room. She was wearing a red dress that had one long sleeve and left the other shoulder and arm completely bare. AJ didn’t even realize it when he started walking over to her. Francesca watched amused as her father walked away.

“Sarah,” he said as he reached her.

“Admiral, I didn’t know you were going to be here.”

“You are stunning,” he said.

“Thank you, Sir,” she said with a slight flush. “You look very handsome yourself.”

AJ smiled at her then held out his hand to her and led her to the dance floor where they danced nearly every dance together. They both knew that they shouldn’t be together but they both treasured this time in each other’s arms. Hours passed to their surprise and they realized that most of the people had left. They knew that their night was over and reluctantly they pulled away from each and found Francesca to say good night.

“Francesca, I am going to walk Sarah up to her room. I will talk to you tomorrow.”

“Good night Papa, Sarah. Have a good evening,” she said with a smile.

AJ and Sarah walked to the elevator and he hit the button for the penthouse floor. “What floor are you on?”

“The penthouse floor also,” she said. Moments later, they stepped out of the elevator and Sarah headed to her room. She stopped her door and noticed an odd look on AJ’s face.

“What’s wrong, AJ?” she asked not even realizing that she used his real name as she had all evening.

“This is my room, Sarah,” he explained showing her his key.

“No, this is my room,” she pulled out her key with the same room number.

“Let’s go inside and call my daughter and see what she is up to,” AJ said as he opened the door.

Sarah walked in and stopped suddenly, surprised at the sight she saw. AJ nearly ran into her, stopping suddenly and putting his hands on her hips to steady her. He didn’t even realize that he held her as he looked around the room seeing the flowers and candles that were there. Sarah spotted a letter in front of a vase of roses and reached out, picked it up then handed it to AJ.

Papa,

I know you love her and I know she loves you. This weekend is for you, AJ and Sarah. No uniforms, no ranks, just you and her. Just a man and a woman. Happy Birthday.

Love, Francesca

Sarah looked at the note written in Italian but didn’t read after the first sentence. She gently placed her hand on his arm and when he turned to look at her she could see the desire and duty fighting in his eyes.

“What does she say?” she asked even though she knew.

“She says, ‘This weekend is for you, AJ and Sarah. No uniforms, no ranks, just you and her. Just a man and a woman.’ She’s matchmaking again. And she wishes me a happy birthday.”

“I didn’t know it was your birthday, AJ.” She leaned up to give him a quick peck on the cheek but something made him turned his head and her lips met his. They both pulled back startled at the spark that such a simple little kiss caused. He reached out and touched her face and tenderly pulled her to him. Their lips met again, longer this time and when they parted they were breathless.

“Sarah,” he said, his voice husky, knowing that he should stop but not wanting to.

“Please don’t stop, AJ. Please.”

The desire won in AJ’s eyes as he pulled her into his arms and kissed her passionately. After a few minutes, he picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. AJ gently set her on her feet, held her elbow while she toed off her high heels, then pulled her back into his arms. As his arms went around her, his hand brushed the zipper of the dress, which he lightly grasped and slowly lowered as he watched her eyes. She reached down and slowly unbuttoned his tuxedo jacket before she pushed if off his shoulders.

AJ tossed his jacket onto the chair next to the bed as Sarah unbuttoned the tiny buttons on her one sleeve. She kept her eyes on his as she slipped the dress down, reveling very little underneath. AJ stood there for a moment just looking at her standing there, with no shyness, in only stockings, a garter belt and sheer tiny red panties.

“Dear God, you are beautiful,” he said.

“And you are over dressed,” she said as she reached for the buttons on his shirt. Soon he was standing there wearing only his standard Navy issue white boxers.

“I thought Francesca said no uniforms.”

“Well maybe I need to get rid of them,” he said as he pulled them off. He then reached out and touched her hip lightly brushing the garter belt.

“This certainly isn’t part of any uniform I’ve ever seen before,” he said.

AJ reached for her and kissed her again then picking her up he set her in the middle of the bed. He began to nibble on her neck and across her collarbone, his hands leading the way. He found her breast with his hand then moments later with his lips. His hand then skimmed down her flat belly to rest on her hip. Once again his lips soon followed. He gently slipped his hands under her panties and pulled them off.

AJ leaned over her and let his fingers explore her slick flesh still framed by the garters. Sarah finally got to run her hands over his body. She enjoyed touching him almost as must as she enjoyed him touching her. She finally trailed her hand from his back across his hips and around to grasp his erection. AJ groaned as he closed his lips over one tightly peaked nipple.

“AJ, please,” she said stroking him more.

Just as AJ was going to ask the typical questions of the day, he glanced over to the nightstand and saw a box of condoms there.

“Just a second, Darlin’,” he said as he pulled away to reach for one.

Sarah watched him as he took a condom put it on then turned back to her and she could see the duty back in his eyes. She was afraid that he was going to stop so she took a chance and spoke.

“Francesca was right.” He frowned in confusion. “In her note.”

“About how this weekend is just about us?”

“No. About how I love you.”

“You…”

“Yes, AJ. I love you. I have for a long time,” she said as she lightly touched his face.

AJ saw the truth in her eyes and decided to take this one chance while he had it knowing that it would never happen again. He eased himself over her and once again paused looking in her eyes for any signs of doubt. Not finding any, he pushed into her welcoming body. Both of them closed their eyes to let the feelings flow over each of them before they opened their eyes again. They watched each other’s pleasure mount and both tried to make sure that they did what they could to increase it for the other.

AJ’s short, slow thrusts soon became longer and faster before they both lost control. They cried each other’s name in pleasure before AJ rolled off of her, disposed of the condom, then pulled her back into his arms.

“I’m sorry that was rather quick, Sarah,” he said as he caught his breath.

“Oh I thought it was wonderful,” she said still a bit breathless.

“It’s just that I know I won’t be able to touch you again, I just wanted this to be perfect.”

“Why can’t you touch me again? We do have all weekend. After that, we’ll talk about later.”

“Later? You want a later?” he asked surprised that she would even consider that.

“Yes, I love you AJ. I don’t want to lose you now that I found you.”

“I’m not sure how we will work it out Sarah. But we’ll come up with something.”

“Why?” she asked with a small smile.

“Because I don’t want to let you go. I love you Sarah.”

The end