This flash-fic stemmed funny conversation with fellow JAG fans, online. One was going on holiday to Venice, and somebody commented how we all should be going with her…and well, the conversation gained momentum from there and I decided I had to write this short little flash-fic!

Rating: Really? It's flashfic...Don't think there are enough words there to offecd anyone...Well, nothing hardcore, that's for sure...Perhap implied! Um, K+?

Spoilers: None.

Summary: Harm and Mac's romantic weekend in Venice takes a turn for the worse! Flashfic

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With a little sigh, Mac snuggled in closer to her favorite sailor.

"Harm, this is perfect!" she unconsciously blew against the sensitive skin of his neck.

Aware that now was hardly the time for lascivious thoughts, Harm reigned himself in.

"I'm so glad we this extra time after our case finished early," he agreed, wrapping his arm around his 'special someone.'

Their intimate mood, cruising along the waterways of Venice in their very own gondola, was broken by the sounds of loud cackling.

They looked back to see a boat full to the brim with loud, raucous women, along with one, timid man.

"They look like they're gaining on us," Harm noted, worriedly.

"Don't worry," Mac assured him, with a light kiss to the lips, "I've got my gun."

Harm eyebrows shot up as he looked her up and down.

"Where?"

FIN