Title: What Thou Lov'st Well
Author/pseudonym: Tinnean
Fandom: JAG
Pairing: Clayton Webb/Harmon Rabb, Jr.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Bellisario still owns them.
Status: new/complete
Date:
Series/Sequel: not in this lifetime
Summary: Clayton comes home to a distraught Harm.
Warnings: m/m, parody, general sappiness
Notes: The title is taken from Ezra Pound, Pisan
Cantos, LXXXI. Page was so kind as to beta this for me. This is for Gail. Happy
Birthday, chere amie!. J
What Thou Lov'st Well
Clayton Webb took his key from the lock to the front door
of his townhouse. He could hear the muffled sobs, and he followed the sound to
his luxuriously appointed living room, where he found his lover.
Harmon Rabb, Jr., was curled at the end of the couch,
sobbing his heart out.
"Oh, sweetheart, what's wrong?"
Harm raised tear-drenched blue eyes. "Oh, Clay!"
His handsome face crumpled. "AJ yelled
at me! He said I couldn't shoot a gun in court." The lush mouth drooped in
a forlorn moue of unhappiness, and Clayton felt his heart lurch in shared
misery.
Damn the Admiral for making his lover unhappy!
Maybe he could kill AJ Chegwidden and arrange to have Clark
Palmer blamed for it.
No one liked Palmer, anyway.
"Come here, precious. Let me make it better!"
"Oh, Clay!" Harm rose gracefully and hurled
himself into his lover's arms. "You're so good to me!"
And because Clayton Webb was so good to him, Harm shed more
tears, snuffling on his lover's shoulder.
Clayton glanced at the soggy material of his suit jacket.
He really liked this suit. Well,
sending the suit to the cleaners again so soon after it had been cleaned the
last time was a small price to pay for having the handsome JAG lawyer in his
bed.
"It's fine, darling. Now why don't you dry those
gorgeous blue eyes? You know how I hate seeing them all red and swollen. Put on
something else, and I'll take my only one out to dinner. Where would you like to
dine, sweet?"
Harm was pouting. "You don't like what I'm
wearing?"
"Of course I like you in your Naval uniform, Harm.
It's just… I always had a weakness for a man in a vest, and you look so sexy
in that three piece suit I bought you."
Harm looked at him with stars in his eyes. Clayton had
often heard that expression, but until he had taken this wonderful man to his
bed, he had never had first hand experience with a sighting.
"Do you really think I look sexy, Clay?"
"You're an incitement to riot, sweetness."
The tall officer beamed at him. "Why don't we stay in
tonight? We can order something from that new vegetarian place that
delivers."
"What a wonderful idea! I'm starved!" Although
the look Clayton gave Harm told the tall Naval officer his desire was not really
for food.
Harm shivered from the heat in his lover's glance.
"I'll just go change into those silk lounging pajamas that you bought me
for no reason."
"Oh, I had a reason, Commander."
"Did you?" Harm asked breathlessly.
"They match your beautiful blue eyes!"
"Oh!" Harm flirted his lashes, and Clayton just
fell more hopelessly in love than ever.
"Why don't you get changed, and I'll call the
restaurant. And afterwards I'll make mad, passionate love to you in front of a
roaring fire. You'd like that, wouldn't you, my precious one?"
"Darling! Yes!"
Clayton smiled and turned to pick up the cordless extension
from its base and dialed the number from memory. He'd memorized the phone
numbers of all the vegetarian restaurants in the
There was a sound behind him, and Clayton turned quickly,
dropping the phone and reaching under his coat for his pistol.
Harm was standing there before him, naked, one hand propped
on a hip, the other behind his head.
"Oh!" Harm said, his eyes huge. He brought his
hands to his mouth. "Oh, Clay, your gun is so big!"
Clayton tossed his gun aside. "Let me show you just
how big it is!" He began stripping off his clothes.
Harm licked his lips and held out his arms. "Oh,
yes!"
Clayton slid an arm under his lover's knees and scooped him
up into his arms. He carried him to the couch and lay him down gently, as if he
were made of finest china.
"I love you with all my heart, Clayton Webb!"
"And I love you, Harmon Rabb, Jr. Always!"
Clayton leaned over his lover and pressed his lips
adoringly to Harm's.
And they sealed their love with a kiss that was so
beautiful, so tender, that Harm began to weep.
~End~
