Harv drummed his thumb rapidly against the steering wheel of the car and tried to force himself to exit the vehicle.
I can't believe I'm fucking doing this. I DON'T date.
It's not a date. Harvey clarified for the umpteenth time in the last hour. It's Christmas Eve. There was a slight pause and then a smug, Besides… you've been dating her for WEEKS.
Harv snarled savagely and stared out across the street at the small white house Mack owned. No I haven't! I come over, we eat, we watch TV. Sometimes we go out to eat. It's NOT dating. It's…
Harvey cut him off with an innocent sounding, and HOW do you explain the large gift in the backseat that you bought for the woman you're NOT dating.
IT'S NOT A GIFT! It's a gun… a personal protection device. I just want the wench around to serve me booze and feed me which she can't do if she's fucking dead!
Sure… Harvey murmured in a sing song voice before stopping abruptly at the sound of a small knock on the driver's side window. Harv sent a side long look out the window to see Mack standing outside his car door, sporting nothing but a red sweater in the below zero weather.
He waited for a moment and then cracked the window with a flip of his fingers – mouth curving up into a wicked smirk. "Can I help you, Ms. Mackenzie," he drawled.
She rolled her eyes and shifted her weight from foot to foot in an effort to keep warm. "Harv you've been out for twenty minutes. The food is getting cold for god's sake."
He sent her a long, hard, stare and then, to her surprise, climbed out of the car. She blinked, mouth hanging open slightly in shock for a second, and she promptly undid the buttons holding his coat closed and slid her arms in around his warmth.
"Ahhhh…" she sighed, wriggling her fingers around, "that's better."
Harv gritted his teeth, "I am NOT a personal space heater, and you're standing between me and my gun AGAIN."
A muffled sorry came from somewhere around his chest and he felt her shift slightly to one side as he moved to pull his gun from the holster. "I swear you're trying to get me killed…" he muttered.
She responded with a snort, "Paranoid much..." Mack felt his chest rumbled slightly in warning but he failed to deny it. "Still," she amended with a smirk, "the gun does make for a nice accessory.
He started to make a rude retort when he felt her tug gently on his tie. Harv stilled completely and then turned an amazed but menacing gaze on her. Is she actually yanking at me? "Have you completely LOST your mind."
"How about you grant me absolution in exchange for the hello kiss I haven't given you yet," Mack smiled and slid an arm up around his neck in encouragement.
Mack saw the corner of his mouth twitch ever so slightly in amusement, "that sounds suspiciously like a bribe, Mack."
"Is that interest I hear, Mr. Dent?"
"Maybe," Harv offered as he pulled her into a searing kiss that left them both slightly breathless.