Disclaimer: I don't own them. Only in my wildest dreams LOL.
Summary: No plot necessary, just a little smutfic involving the song by Right Said Fred, which I don't own either. Mac has had a bad day and Harm knows just the thing to make her feel better.
Rating: PG-13
Monday Evening Harm's ApartmentMac juggled her briefcase and purse, trying to get to her keys. In the process, she dropped her cover on the floor. "Great. Just great," she muttered. Just another thing to add to her bad mood. She had lost some files for a case, forcing her to spend the morning in the law library. Then a key witness for that afternoon's court martial went UA. Nothing went right.
The high point of her day was getting to see Harm. Since they started openly dating, circumstances conspired to keep them apart. First she was assigned to defend a Marine in a court martial at Fort Bragg, North Carolina. As soon as she returned, Harm was sent to the Patrick Henry for a JAGman investigation.
He had come back in earlier that afternoon, but didn't have to return to JAG until Tuesday. He had called and promised her an evening with "just the two of them."
She finally got her keys in the door, and walked in the living room. "Hey there, flyboy." The lights were dimmed, and Harm was nowhere to be seen. Suddenly she saw the CD player light up and the beginning of a familiar song.
I'm too sexy for my love, too sexy for my love Love's going to leave me…Harm slid into the living room and began dancing. Mac couldn't control her laughter as she fell onto the sofa. He was dressed in casual clothes with a baseball cap on. He kept moving rhythmically as the song continued.
I'm too sexy for my shirt, too sexy for my shirt (he stripped off his shirt)
So sexy it hurts… (he rubbed his hands up and down his now bare chest)
Mac was convulsed with giggles; tears sprang to her eyes as she tried to keep from falling off the couch.
And I'm too sexy for Milan, too sexy for Milan New York and JapanAnd I'm too sexy for your party, too sexy for your party
No way I'm disco dancing
I'm a model you know what I mean
And I do my little turn on the catwalk (he spun and gyrated his hips)
Yeah on the catwalk, on the catwalk yeah
I do my little turn on the catwalk I'm too sexy for my car, too sexy for my carToo sexy by far
And I'm too sexy for my hat, too sexy for my hat (Harm flung his cap at Mac and kept dancing)
What do you think about that
Through her amusement, Mac was beginning to get aroused; the man really did know how to move.
I'm a model you know what I mean
And I do my little turn on the catwalk
Yeah on the catwalk on the catwalk yeah
I shake my little tush on the catwalk
He wiggled his rear and Mac reached out and smacked it lightly.
"Hey, no touching the dancer," he cried and moved away from her.
I'm too sexy for my, too sexy for my, too sexy for my 'Cos I'm a model you know what I meanAnd I do my little turn on the catwalk
Yeah on the catwalk yeah on the catwalk yeah
I shake my little tush on the catwalk
He glided in close to her and pinched her rear, then slipped out of his jeans. Clad only in boxers, he swung into the finale
I'm too sexy for my cat, too sexy for my cat
Poor pussy poor pussy cat
I'm too sexy for my love, too sexy for my love
Love's going to leave me
And I'm too sexy for this songHe collapsed on the sofa beside Mac and kissed her firmly on the lips.
"Harm, you are too sexy for your own good. What am I going to do with you?" she teased.
