Body Art IV - Pillow Talk
 

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."
 

Mac:  "You really know how to show a girl a good time. Most guys at least make me breakfast after I spend the night with them."

Harm: "And how many would that be?"
 

Mac lay locked in Harm's arms, her head on his chest while he absently traced circles on her back. Their bodies satiated, at least for the moment, she smiled into his shoulder.

"What?" he asked curiously.  His hand stilled and moved up to cup her shoulder.  "Not having second thoughts, are you?"

Mac propped herself up on one elbow to peer intently at him and replied, "Not a one.  Are you?"

He shook his head and pulled her back down.  "Not in a million years."

Satisfied, she sighed; the slight breath stirred the dark hairs on his chest.  "What were you thinking about just now?" Harm prodded as his other hand roamed over the arm that was flung across him. 

She chuckled, "It's embarrassing."

"Oh come on, Marines don't get embarrassed," he scoffed squeezing her slightly.

"I knew I was in trouble when we were introduced in the Rose Garden."  His hands stilled once more, allowing her to fully form her thoughts.  "When you shook my hand...oh, Harm, it was like...I don't know, like coming home."  He feathered her hairline with a series of soft, warm
kisses.  "To be honest, it scared the hell out of me."

His chest rumbled with barely suppressed laughter.  She grasped a few chest hairs and warned, "Are you laughing at me, Stick Boy?  'Cause if you are..."

"No!  I'm not laughing at <you>, only the situation."  He carefully pried her fingers loose, kissing each one in turn.  "I was in the same boat.  It was almost as if I knew you already."

'Of course,' Sarah thought sadly as she turned her face into his shoulder, 'he thought I was Diane.'  Her stomach rumbled loudly effectively cutting off any comment she would have made.

Harm squeezed her once then rolled away.  "Guess that's my cue to get into the kitchen.  I wouldn't want to be the only man who didn't feed you the morning after you'd spent the night."

She chuckled softly and allowed her gaze to follow him as he donned a pair of boxer shorts and padded into the other room.  Mac shook her head and smiled.  "I love you Harmon Rabb, Jr.," she murmured to herself.

Harm tried to ignore her words because he wasn't sure if she'd meant to say them aloud.  But he lost the battle and before he could take another step, he quickly spun around and kissed her soundly.  Planting an open-mouthed kiss on the rose, he whispered "I'm glad."