Title: Answered Questions Author: Katey – clivin5141@aol.com Rating: NC-17 for some language Category: Webb/Mac Romance Spoilers: Boomerang and a few others. Summary: As the title states, some important questions are answered between Webb and Mac. Disclaimers: Don't own any of the characters involved, but wish I did. Just for fun and thought. Author's Notes: Well, this is the follow-up to Contemplations and Contemplation – Mac. I had a lot of fun writing these 3 stories and I want to thank everyone for their encouragement and support. I posted only with this group because I have seen more good things from this group than probably any others. No one makes nasty comments about what someone else posts and that means a lot, especially to us first time writers. So thank you all again. I will probably be a lurker again for a while, so please if anyone can think of a good way to continue this story, please do. I know I left a lot of things open and you ladies and gentlemen (if there are any) can continue, but I haven't taught myself how to write smut yet, maybe I can do it in the future. Archive: Just tell me where. Answered Questions JAG HQ The Next Morning Clay arrived at JAG early for his meeting purposely so that he could talk with Harm and find out if he would lose that friendship if he asked Sarah out. He knew that he would have to be discrete in his questioning or Harm would guess the truth about his feelings. Harm arrived, as usual, late for work but was so relaxed and cheerful, that Clay immediately thought maybe his spies had missed reporting that Sarah and Harm were dating. Clay decided to question Harm and see if he could pick up any information on the current dating situation. Clay followed Harm into his office and shut the door against prying ears. "How are you doing, Harm," he questioned. "Absolutely fantastic, Clay. What are you doing here this morning?" "I have a meeting with Mac at 9:00 a.m. Since I arrived early I thought I would stop in and talk with you until time. You know how Mac is if you are either early or late." Clay responded with his trademark smirk. "Do I ever. I am always late for everything and I swear Mac has chewed me out more than my Mother ever did," Harm responded with a chuckle. "So what's up with you? Why are you so ungodly cheerful this morning – did you get laid or what? Did you finally get your head out of your ass and ask Mac out?" Clay questioned. No very subtle but he needed to know. "God, no! Is that why you are more grouchy than usual this morning? You think I'm dating Mac?" Harm responded with a raised eyebrow and a grin on his face. "What are you talking about? I'm my usual charming self – I am not grouchy." Clay grumbled. "Mac set me up with her Veterinarian and we have been dating – I thought you knew that," Harm grinned. "Now when are you going to get your head out of your ass and ask Mac out yourself Clay?" "What? Where did you get the idea that I want to go out with Mac?" "For God's sake, Clay, I've known for 3 years how you feel about Mac. When you're sober, you are not exactly subtle – when you are drunk forget about subtlety. You spend almost 4 hours detailing Mac's good qualities to me, her best friend. You talked about how beautiful, loving, sweet, compassionate, and all around wonderful she is. Hell, you almost convinced and I only think of her as a sister. Any of this ringing any bells Clay?" Harm laughed. "Please tell me you're joking Harm. I distinctly remember you saying those things, not me." "All I did was agree with you that night Clay. You were the one who got drunk – remember, I drove you home and put you to bed." Harm chuckled lost in his memories of that night. "You were even muttering about owning a mini-van and attending PTA meetings. Since you spent the entire night chattering about Mac, I assumed that you would be asking her out soon. Why didn't you?" "Harm, I've never asked Mac out because I thought that you were in love with you and I didn't want to ruin our friendship. Last night I decided that it was time to find out whether I would and find out what type of man Mac is attracted to. Well one question asked and answered – could you help me with the other? I know that I'm not the type of man Mac usually goes for or needs – but I do need her to complete me," Clay confided. "Clay have you ever thought about the type of man that Mac chooses? With the exception of her husband, she chooses dark headed, confident, successful men. No height requirement – Dalton was not that tall and Mic was tall. They were both confident – cocky even – and both were successful in their chosen careers. Do these things remind you of anyone Clay? You know from your spies that Mac came to me in Australia and I turned her down so she turned to Mic. Did you know she came to me after hearing Bud and I discussing the beautiful women we had seen you with? Think about that Clay. I think you would make a damned fine husband for Mac but if you hurt her you'll still have to answer to me," Harm stated. "Now get out of here before you're late for your meeting with a certain Marine Colonel." "Wait a minute Harm. How do you know that Mac will want anything to do with me romantically?" Clay questioned. "I've known Mac for 6 years and anytime she hears your name, talks with you or sees you, she gets a peculiar look in her eyes. When she sees you it is worse, she kind of zones out for a while and gets a dreamy look on her face when she thinks no one is paying attention. This has gotten worse in the last 3 years but lately she almost zones out in meetings with the Admiral. Clay, you are the only common denominator in all of these incidents – ergo you cause them. According to my watch you have 1 minute until you meeting. No go get your Marine, Clay." Harm advised. "I hope you're right," Clay muttered as he headed to Sarah's office. Mac's Office Mac knew to the minute what time Clay had entered the bullpen and proceeded to Harm's office. He and Harm had been talking quietly but animatedly for the past 33 minutes – she wondered what they were discussing. Probably a case or their respective girlfriends, she sighed. Male bonding – who understood it but another male. She turned in her chair and gazed out the window thinking about Clay as was the norm these days. Maybe if she knew more about him she could put him out of her mind. Mac thought about bad habits other men she knew had and in her mind transferred those to Clay but it didn't work. When she remembered Mic running around the apartment on Sunday in only his underwear most of the day, it disgusted her. When she thought the same thing about Clay, it made her horny – thinking about his firm body in a pair of silk boxer shorts just about sent her over the edge. Finding Dalton's ties all over the house irritated her because then she had to put them away. Thinking about Clay's ties tossed around made her think of all the ways those ties could be used. "Calm down!" Mac chided herself. If she didn't she would never make it through her meeting with Clay without jumping him and screwing him silly on her desk, the floor and her chair. Her mind was wandering again. Got to control that while he is here she thought distractedly. Mac buried herself in a particularly difficult file to take her mind off of underwear, ties, desks, chairs and the floor. Approximately 10 minutes later Mac heard a knock and called, "Enter," without looking up from her file. She knew it was Clay, besides the tingly sensation she got whenever he was nearby, he was always on time. Clay came into the office and when Mac didn't look up, he started closing the blinds on the windows in her office. She heard the blinds being closed and immediately another fantasy started playing in her head. She knew her face was flushed from the arousing fantasy that had taken root in her brain and refused to leave so she kept her head buried in the file. Being in the enclosed space was Clay was having an over powering effect on her. She asked, "Why did you close the blinds?" "To give us some privacy, of course. You know everyone was staring in this office when I entered and what we talk about is no one's business but our own," Clay stated. "Yes, but when you closed the blinds, you gave them the impression that we had something to hide. They are going to come to the conclusion that we are having sex on my desk, the chair or the floor." "What part of that statement bothers you the most Mac? That they think we are having sex or that it is simply their conclusion and not fact?" "Probably that it's not fact," Mac whispered softly. She was so embarrassed by this admission that she covered her face with her hands and quietly started crying. She didn't want to shock Clay, but the admission had come out involuntarily. "Just leave Clay, we can discuss this case over the phone then you won't be embarrassed by any more outbursts." Mac continued to cry. She felt a gentle touch on her shoulder and a handkerchief was place in her hand. "Mac – Sarah, why should I be embarrassed that you admitted something so profound. Please tell me that I am not the only one with thoughts of us together," Clay pleaded. By now Mac had raised her head, wiped her eyes and was staring at Clay in awe. "Do you really mean it Clay? I have been fantasizing for so long, how do I know that this is real?" "What do you want me to do, pinch you to prove you're not dreaming? Better yet, how about if I kiss you." While he was saying this he walked up to Sarah, raised her to her feet and put his arms around her. He bent his head but stopped before he touched his lips to her silently asked for her permission. "God yes, Clay, please." Mac answered. When their lips touched it was magic – fireworks exploded behind their eyes and each felt as if they had finally come home. To a home more exciting, secure and safe than anywhere either had ever imagined. Clay's tongue traced Sarah's lips and when she opened her mouth, their tongues caressed and played hide and seek in their mouths. Sarah had never been kissed by anyone who had the experience or skill Clay did – she couldn't have fantasized about anything this wonderful. The whole time they were kissing, their hands were running tentatively, but possessively over the other. When they finally broke apart to breath, Clay had to hold Sarah up as her knees had long since turned to jelly. He carefully sat Sarah on her desk and stood between her legs so that he could continue to hold her. He was afraid that if he let go of her completely, he would wake up and discover that this was just another in a long line of dreams. "Clay, I love you," Sarah whispered in his ear. "I love you too, Sarah," Clay responded. "Come to my place for dinner tonight?" "Only if you are on the dessert menu," Sarah teased. "I think something could be arranged to our mutual satisfaction," Clay winked. "Kiss me again so I can get out of here while I still can. I know the day is shot because I'll spend it daydreaming about you, Sarah, but I do have to try." "All I can say is it's a good thing I don't have court today or I would probably get thrown in the brig for contempt. With something as tempting as you for dessert tonight, how could I pay attention to a boring Judge? God, it's a good thing that it's Friday; otherwise, I don't think I could make the rest of the week waiting for you." "Neither do I, Sarah. You aren't on call this weekend are you?" "No, why?" "If you want to, why don't you bring clothes for work on Monday and spend the weekend with me. I'm not pushing you, we can have separate rooms, I just want to spend time with you." "Trust me Clay, if I spend the weekend, only one bed will be needed and absolutely no clothes." "Kiss me, Sarah, then I have got to get away from you before I lose my resolve and take you on your desk. I want our first time to be special so I have to leave." He lowered his head to her lips and kissed her. Again they felt as if they had come home and neither wanted the feeling to end. Reluctantly they broke apart and Clay headed out the door. "Until tonight, Sarah," he whispered.