Body Art III - The Final Truth
 

Harm: "Back up, Mac! You have a tattoo? Why haven't I seen it?
Now where would somebody find this...tattoo? 
(Harm looks at Mac up & down ) 
Mac:  "That's classified."
 

'Oh my God,' Mac thought as her eyes traced the delicate lines of
the white rose, 'how did he know?'

Harm sucked in a quick breath on seeing the tears that glimmered in
her eyes.  "Mac...Sarah...are you OK?  Do you want anything?" he
asked worry filling his voice.

Mac blinked once, clearing the unshed tears and shook her head
slightly. "Just you," she murmured as she raised her hand to caress
his cheek. 

Harm blinked with surprise at her forthright statement.  'But why
should I be shocked?' he mused silently and leaned into her palm. 
'She's never been anything but since the day I met her.'  Harm
whispered, "Then come here," as he pulled her to him.  He buried
his nose in her hair, inhaling the sweetness found there. 

Mac nuzzled the underside of his jaw while the hand that had been
cupping his cheek slid to the back of his neck and weaved its way
through his short dark hair.  The urgency of earlier had gone and
they stood there, wrapped in each other's love, savoring the
rightness of their position. 

At length, Harm's hands skimmed over her bare arms igniting the
passions that lay dorment within her.  Mac trailed her lips up his
neck working her way toward her ultimate goal.  Impatient with her
slow pace, he broke the altogether pleasant lock of her lips on his
cheek and swooped down to seal his mouth to hers. 

Hot need unfurled in her belly as she pressed closer to him, trying
to absorb him.  After what seemed to be a lifetime, Harm slowed
the fierce pace of his kisses and murmured against her lips,
"Clothes...too many clothes." 

She grinned delightedly as he pulled her short-sleeved shirt from her
jeans and ripped it open, paying no mind as buttons went flying
across the room. Harm gazed deeply into her eyes as he slid the
offending garment off.  His hands linked with her fingers a moment
before traveling back up to rest on her shoulders. 

Then he looked down.

Mac bit her kiss-swollen lower lip and waited for his reaction. 
Would he hate it?  Laugh at it? Or...

Thought and worry evaporated as she felt his lips descend
unerringly on the rosebud.  Her knees buckled slightly and he
banded an arm around her waist. With his lips, teeth, and tongue, he
paid homage to her hopes and dreams. 

A stray thought flitted through her hazy mind as he traced the stem
along the underside of her breast. 'If he keeps this up, he's going to
have a green tongue.'  A small giggle almost escaped her, but the
look in his eyes when he raised his head erased it.

"It's perfect," he murmured echoing the words she too had spoken
upon seeing it for the first time.

Clasping her hand in his, he traced the real rose along the dark lines
of the tattoo rose.  Mac shivered as the cool petals met her kiss-warmed skin. Harm smiled softly, his eyes filled with promise, and led her to the bedroom.