"Comforted by his brunette":

A/N: AU. This is a fictional story, in a fictional Alternative Universe, about fictional characters who entertained us in a fictional TV series between 1995 and 2005. Mike. Characters borrowed with love and appreciation for the great team who brought us "JAG"; may your following careers blossom.

A/N: AU: "they aren't mine, I'm just playing with them - apart from any fictional character created by myself". See Phase One of this story for the whole disclaimer A/N. Feel free to PM me if you spot any typos - my goal is 100% error-free. Feedback and comments are also welcome; I see plenty of followers and visitors to this story. Your opinions, critiques (and requests as PMs) are always welcomed.

A/N: Publication date: 17-Nov-2020: Started as just a short little bit of mid-week smut! Subsequent reviews (thank you, loyal fans!) have led me to develop this beyond the initial one-shot, so the storyline will develop. Mike 04DEC2020

A/N: Story update April 2021; I have now developed the story into a four-chapter arc reaching to May of 2005. Further stories in the "Brunette" series will follow over time, but as separate self-contained stories.

A/N – link to Canon Episodes: "Death at the Mosque" (S10Ep18) first broadcast 01-Apr-2005; "Dream team" (S10Ep21) first broadcast 22-Apr-2005

Characters from FFNET – H Rabb;

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Friday 1st April 2005

Apartment of Harmon Rabb jr;

North of Union Station, Washington DC

The journey back from the hospital had been conducted in a tense atmosphere of near-total silence, punctuated only by Harm's occasional expletive-laden curse aimed at drivers who crossed his path.

She had sat silently alongside her man as he concentrated on piloting the Lexus through the snow. It had been heart-wrenching, watching him beat himself up over Mattie's injuries. Yet as an experienced pilot and aviator, he *had* to know that aircraft sometimes collide - and that, in reduced visibility, vintage airplanes are especially vulnerable. None of this detracted from his distress at seeing Mattie's broken body lying in the ICU.

Arriving home, she sent him upstairs to switch on the central heating whilst she sprinted to the Chinese restaurant around the corner. Fortunately her winter boots gave her excellent grip - and kept her legs warm, along with the winter-weight stay-up stockings which she now wore habitually to please "her man". They had established a principle of "ready for action" when they were away from work; only he knew what she wore beneath her all-encompassing uniform!

A quarter-hour later, she was back in the apartment. Harm took the soup, crackers and chow mein, having warmed the bowls and serving dishes whilst she was sprinting back with the food.

Half an hour later, following his fruitless telephone call to the hospital ("Sorry Mister Rabb, no update yet since your visit"), they were sitting comfortably alongside each other on his sofa. The central heating was beginning to win the battle with the cold. His hand reached out and began to caress her leather-clad calf, then began its inexorable journey upwards, sliding sideways into the gap between her thighs, which she obligingly parted for her man. This was not going to be one of his intense, considerate "make her toes tingle" three-hour sessions of love-making on a Saturday afternoon. This was Harm taking comfort (with consent) from and with his woman, his partner, his lover.

She was glad to be wearing a skirt, as his hand probed ever-further upwards. When his fingers connected with their target, she felt her nipples stiffen as her heart began to pound even more intensely. God, this man knew how to turn her on!

"Come on, sailor – bed."

"Aye-aye, ma'am."

He nodded silently and nuzzled her special spot beneath her left ear, then stood up and gently raised her up with his hand still in place, buried deep within her. Her strong muscled calves and thighs were co-ordinated perfectly for this manoeuvre. The first time he had done this - probing her, teasing her yet remaining perfectly in sync as her thighs and hips rotated - the experience had amazed her. Now, it was a unique and pleasurable part of their lovemaking. Her buttons were there for her man to push – and oh brother was Harm pushing her buttons tonight as he sought to blot out the images of Mattie in the hospital. She was happy to yield and consent and accompany his actions.

Facing each other, his free hand caressed and ran through her auburn hair as they kissed, lips and tongues duelling and merging as body heat steadily rose.

He backed her slowly into the bedroom. Once more using his free hand to make an adjustment; in this case, unzipping her woollen skirt so that she could step out of it. She was careful not to leave boot prints on the skirt, stepping carefully away towards the bed, which caught the back of her knees as he lowered her, oh so carefully and considerately, onto her back. His finger inside her never withdrew, teasing and stimulating her and bringing her ever-closer to the inevitable screaming climax which Harm had (she almost thought of the word "trained" before settling on "inspired" to assert the nature of the consent which she had yielded willingly to him) embedded in her body's finely-tuned responses. If this *had* been "training", she had been a very willing trainee as he had tuned her responses for their mutual pleasure. She was close to admitting that he would be the last lover she would ever know.

She settled back onto the bed, as he withdrew his finger and steadily drew her panties down, clearing her rump, her thighs, her knees and sliding them off her feet, enabling her leather-clad legs to once more spring apart – this time giving him total access to his woman, his partner, his lover, his mate, his everything.

Settling upon her and supporting his weight on one hand, Harm removed his other hand and then, poised above her, he slid home. The first time he had done this she had been surprised by his accuracy, but now the collision of pubic bones simply told her body that it was time to start rockin' and a-rollin' as they both moved in total synchronisation towards the ultimate explosion which took them both over the edge.

Some hours later, she awoke first, pleased to note that her energetic distraction had enabled Harm to forget – for a while at least – about Mattie. He was breathing steadily and she drew a comforter over him. Stepping into the shower area, she grabbed a wash-cloth and cleaned herself quickly – the shower would come later when Harm was awake; for now, she didn't want to disturb him.

Years had passed since their first meeting and she knew that, when he slept soundly, he was all the better for the slumber when morning came around. The circumstances had been slightly rocky but they had forged a bond which – inevitably – had developed into love and she was heartily grateful for that evolution. When they had gone public, the General had been very understanding – once he had made the almost-obligatory "well, heck, it's about damn' time" comment once they had sought his blessing at the Christmas of 2004. Her career move after that had become essential.

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Five weeks later, with Mattie sitting up and talking in her hospital room, Jennifer Coates lost her breakfast for the first time.

Seven months after that momentous day, Mrs Jennifer Rabb (former USN, now leading paralegal in DC) would present her husband Harmon with their first child, a strong dark-haired boy-child. Others would follow over the years as their family grew, re-integrating Mattie into the Rabb family as her physical therapy bore fruit and helped her to heal.

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End of "Comforted by his brunette";

Mike: England, 17-11-2020 *revised 08-APR-2021