Poker

"Lose the shirt, Commander." Mac pointed at him grin widening as Harm rolled his eyes and stripped out of his undershirt leaving him clad in only boxers and one sock. She was beating the pants off of him...literally.

Why they decided to play strip poker was still a mystery but it came off of a dare. He would get her naked in just a few short games and Mac was anything but. Though she lost her skirt, she still had on her blouse and all of her underwear and Harm was two loses away from being in nothing but dogtags.

Their collective uniforms piled high on the kitchen table, a mix of blues, whites and drab green with a pair of thigh high stockings at the top. Thigh highs. God, he'd often dreamt of slipping them off of her but, watching Mac take them off herself, slow and seductive turned him on something awful. "Your turn to deal."

He shouldn't be surprised at how well Mac handled cards, expertly cutting the deck and shuffling with her delicate hands. It was almost like watching a dealer in Vegas as she shifted the cards swiftly, arching them until they randomly integrated with one another. Just as quickly, she slid five cards his way and set the deck in front of her.

It was the cutest thing in the World to watch her concentrate on her next move. Eye brows furled, tip of her tongue sticking out and, once decided she would look up at him and stare with a daring gaze. This is taking too long. Harm decided when all he wanted to do was take her to bed. The anticipation was going to kill him, it was already painful to sit still for too long.

"Watcha got, Marine?" He grinned at her knowing he'd won the round, two pairs of aces and kings to her pair of queens. "Loose the blouse, MacKenzie." He waggled his eyebrows, snorted at her exasperated sigh and watched her pop the buttons.

She was slow about it, her eyes never leaving his she moved over each eyelet with care - too much care. Mac stopped once the top of her black lace bra was exposed and managed not to break out in laughter.

Like a kid trying to sneak a peak, Harm raised himself up and tried to look down her blouse. He caught a glimpse of the bra and sat down with a suffering groan, burying his face in his hand. He really should throw the game but his competitive side wouldn't let him. "Mmm, it's a little chilly in here."

It really wasn't but, when his eyes drifted to her chest, Harm could see her nipples were hard beanthe the lace. He groaned again and inaverdatly ran a hand over his erection to ease the strain. "No touching, Commander." She waved a finger at him and laughed when he groaned.

Damn she really was enjoying this way too much although the flesh between her thighs anticipated their union. She ached for her own release, the thrill of feeling his tongue pass through her damp folds and burying under the hood of her most sensitive area. Harm wasn't the only one squirming and she crossed and uncrossed her legs squeezing her thighs but it only made her ache more.

Harm dealt the cards once again and much to his chagrin she won the hand and had him pulling off his undershirt. He did so slowly, hoping the strip tease turned her on as much as it did him. When hr finally pulled it from his head and tossed it in the pile he found Mac's hand between her thighs.

With a glass table he was given a full show, her hand moving over the black lace she wore. "You said no touching."

He stood up to get a better look and Mac stood up with him, her fist wrapping around the chains of his dog tags to pull him close for a heated kiss. "I don't wanna play poker anymore."

"Thank God." The bedroom felt so far away despite it being split by a mere louvered window. He moved around the table and grabbed Mac, lifting her so that she was seated at the edge and he stood between her parted thighs.

"You turn me on so bad." He commented and in one swift motion ripped the panties off of her. "You're so damned sexy." Harm's hands slid up the insides of her thighs, moving higher and brushing over her folds and then his mouth covered her mound.

He suckled her, nibbled, licked, his fingers dipping into her over and over until Mac's cries of passion eased and his fingers were coated in her moist heat. Before she could come off her high. Harm slipped off his boxers, stepping out of the white fabric and tossed them onto the pile.

Mac was still riding a spasm when the tip of his cock moved between her folds, lubricating his length with her juices. "Harm please...Inside me...now."

Harm penetrated in one hard thust, fully sheathing himself so that she screamed his named when he entered her. He brought his arms under her thighs and pulled so he ground deeper into her. "Yes. Like that."