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Rating: PG-13
Summary: Have Harm and Mac finally found their perfect world.?
Author's Note: Well after fanfiction deleted my other story and all my reviews... I discovered that I was too addicted to writing to continue to boycott it... hmm... and in my infinite stupidity I didn't keep a copy so I've decided to write a whole new fic. Enjoy...
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Tuesday, 1630 hours
Colonel Sarah Mackenzie stretched her arms towards the ceiling and sighed. Closing her eyes, she allowed herself to fall backwards onto the bed with a soft thump. She lay there for a moment, feeling the soft breeze floating through her window and hearing the chirps of birds outside. She sighed in contentment and rolled over to bury her face in the silky texture of a pillow, kicking her shoes off as she went. She didn't know how long she lay there, content simply with doing nothing and relaxing entirely.
She jumped slightly as a pair of warm hands clapped on her shoulders, but immediately relaxed again as they began massaging her gently.
"Hey you," she said, not even bothering to look up, knowing full well who it was. She could almost feel him smile as he settled on the bed behind her and continued his work on her shoulders.
"Hey you," he echoed. He removed his hands and allowed her to sit up. She kneeled to face him as he gently reached up and pushed a hair from her face, then leant in to plant a feather light kiss on her lips
"How was your day?" Mac asked as they lay down side by side, entwining her fingers in his.
"Pretty average... yours?"
"About the same. Missed you this morning. You left early," she flipped onto her side to face him. He smiled back at her.
"Yeah, I had some stuff to do that just couldn't wait. Some of these cases..." he trailed off, using a variety of wild hand movements to express himself. She grinned. They lay in silence for a while, simply enjoying the pleasure of being close to one another.
"Two years," he murmured.
"Pardon?"
"Two years. We've been married nearly two years," he pulled the hand with her wedding ring towards him and kissed her fingertips.
"I know..." she trailed off and looked away.
"Hey, what's wrong?" he asked, leaning forward, lines of concern falling across his face. She reassured him with a playful grin.
"Nothing. Just... two years of being married to a loser like you. Wow."
"Ha ha. Very funny. You're very witty," he said dryly, but he couldn't stop the grin that crept across his face.
"Clearly. I made you laugh," she teased. Still smiling, he grabbed a pillow and hit her across the arm.
"Hey!" she shouted indignantly. In the following minutes, they proceeded to have a very violent pillow fight, punctuated by yells and cries of mock pain. Eventually, Mac managed to wrestle his pillow of him and toss it to the far corner of the room. Sitting on his stomach to pin him beneath her on the floor.
"I win!" she shouted triumphantly.
"Yeah, yeah." he stopped and gazed up at her. "You're beautiful." His voice was low, hardly louder than a whisper.
Mac paused, staring at him. With his dark hair and sparkling eyes, big grin and finely tuned body, he was one of the most handsome men she had ever seen.
"So beautiful." he repeated.
She cocked her head to one side and smiled at him. "You're not a total loss yourself." Punching him lightly on the chest, she stood up and helped him to his feet.
"What's for dinner?"
"Well. I thought we could check out that new place that's just opened down the road. A quiet dinner, just the two of us, and then we can come back here and..." he flashed her a smile.
"Men! You can only think of one thing!" Mac feigned horror and made her way to the closet.
"Are you going to make a booking?" she asked.
"It's Tuesday night. It's not exactly peak business day."
"Still..."
"Alright! You go. do whatever it is that you do before going out and I'll make the call." He moved towards the phone, picked up the receiver and began dialing.
Mac selected an outfit from the closet and made her way to the bathroom. She heard the click as he hung up and moved into their bedroom. She smiled to herself as she put on some light makeup and swapped her demure uniform for some loose fitting, dark grey pants and a tight red tank top with a scooped out neck. Sliding into some red sandals, she ran a brush through her hair.
Leaving the bathroom, she found him waiting for her, looking handsome and a bit roguish in black pants and a dark blue shirt that was half tucked in, a few strands of dark hair falling across his eyes.
"Like I said..." he murmured, eyeing her appreciatively. "Beautiful." He extended his arm to her with a slight gentleman's bow. Mac giggled as she made a small curtsy and looped her arm in his.
"Shall we?" he asked, making a grand sweeping gesture at the door with his free hand.
She smiled up at him. "I think we shall."
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Wednesday, 0600 hours
Harm awoke, blinking as the morning light permeated his eyes. He pulled up into a sitting position and stretched his arms above his head. Tossing the sheets off, but still being careful not to wake the beauty sleeping soundly beside him, he ambled towards the bathroom.
Splashing some cold water on his face to really wake him up, he stared into the mirror at his own reflection, looking past it almost. Sighing, he turned to walk back to his bedroom.
He paused a moment to look at her, face down on the pillow, sunlight glinting off the auburn highlights in her hair and lighting her bare shoulders. She stirred slightly and rolled onto her side, back towards him.
Last night had been wonderful, as it always was with her. He was glad he had met her. He was lucky to have her. She murmured something in her sleep, causing him to smile. Harm shook his head to clear his thoughts and began to get ready for work.
He methodically changed into his uniform and made his way to the kitchen. He knew she had also better be going to work, but he didn't have the heart to wake her, she looked so angelic and peaceful when she slept. He decided a note would have to do. Grabbing a pen and some paper, he scrawled a quick note.
Hey,
I had to go early (again).
Sorry I missed you, but I couldn't wake you.
I'll see you later.
Love,
Harm
He placed the note on the table, grabbed an apple from the kitchen and closed the door, quiet so as not to disturb her. He made his way slowly down to the car. Work. Another day. He sighed and got in the car. Just another day.
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Author's Note: So, have they finally got it right and are happy together? How bloody likely, with me in control... mwahahahahaha. (That was an evil cackle by the way.) Stay tuned!
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Have Harm and Mac finally found their perfect world.?
Author's Note: Well after fanfiction deleted my other story and all my reviews... I discovered that I was too addicted to writing to continue to boycott it... hmm... and in my infinite stupidity I didn't keep a copy so I've decided to write a whole new fic. Enjoy...
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Tuesday, 1630 hours
Colonel Sarah Mackenzie stretched her arms towards the ceiling and sighed. Closing her eyes, she allowed herself to fall backwards onto the bed with a soft thump. She lay there for a moment, feeling the soft breeze floating through her window and hearing the chirps of birds outside. She sighed in contentment and rolled over to bury her face in the silky texture of a pillow, kicking her shoes off as she went. She didn't know how long she lay there, content simply with doing nothing and relaxing entirely.
She jumped slightly as a pair of warm hands clapped on her shoulders, but immediately relaxed again as they began massaging her gently.
"Hey you," she said, not even bothering to look up, knowing full well who it was. She could almost feel him smile as he settled on the bed behind her and continued his work on her shoulders.
"Hey you," he echoed. He removed his hands and allowed her to sit up. She kneeled to face him as he gently reached up and pushed a hair from her face, then leant in to plant a feather light kiss on her lips
"How was your day?" Mac asked as they lay down side by side, entwining her fingers in his.
"Pretty average... yours?"
"About the same. Missed you this morning. You left early," she flipped onto her side to face him. He smiled back at her.
"Yeah, I had some stuff to do that just couldn't wait. Some of these cases..." he trailed off, using a variety of wild hand movements to express himself. She grinned. They lay in silence for a while, simply enjoying the pleasure of being close to one another.
"Two years," he murmured.
"Pardon?"
"Two years. We've been married nearly two years," he pulled the hand with her wedding ring towards him and kissed her fingertips.
"I know..." she trailed off and looked away.
"Hey, what's wrong?" he asked, leaning forward, lines of concern falling across his face. She reassured him with a playful grin.
"Nothing. Just... two years of being married to a loser like you. Wow."
"Ha ha. Very funny. You're very witty," he said dryly, but he couldn't stop the grin that crept across his face.
"Clearly. I made you laugh," she teased. Still smiling, he grabbed a pillow and hit her across the arm.
"Hey!" she shouted indignantly. In the following minutes, they proceeded to have a very violent pillow fight, punctuated by yells and cries of mock pain. Eventually, Mac managed to wrestle his pillow of him and toss it to the far corner of the room. Sitting on his stomach to pin him beneath her on the floor.
"I win!" she shouted triumphantly.
"Yeah, yeah." he stopped and gazed up at her. "You're beautiful." His voice was low, hardly louder than a whisper.
Mac paused, staring at him. With his dark hair and sparkling eyes, big grin and finely tuned body, he was one of the most handsome men she had ever seen.
"So beautiful." he repeated.
She cocked her head to one side and smiled at him. "You're not a total loss yourself." Punching him lightly on the chest, she stood up and helped him to his feet.
"What's for dinner?"
"Well. I thought we could check out that new place that's just opened down the road. A quiet dinner, just the two of us, and then we can come back here and..." he flashed her a smile.
"Men! You can only think of one thing!" Mac feigned horror and made her way to the closet.
"Are you going to make a booking?" she asked.
"It's Tuesday night. It's not exactly peak business day."
"Still..."
"Alright! You go. do whatever it is that you do before going out and I'll make the call." He moved towards the phone, picked up the receiver and began dialing.
Mac selected an outfit from the closet and made her way to the bathroom. She heard the click as he hung up and moved into their bedroom. She smiled to herself as she put on some light makeup and swapped her demure uniform for some loose fitting, dark grey pants and a tight red tank top with a scooped out neck. Sliding into some red sandals, she ran a brush through her hair.
Leaving the bathroom, she found him waiting for her, looking handsome and a bit roguish in black pants and a dark blue shirt that was half tucked in, a few strands of dark hair falling across his eyes.
"Like I said..." he murmured, eyeing her appreciatively. "Beautiful." He extended his arm to her with a slight gentleman's bow. Mac giggled as she made a small curtsy and looped her arm in his.
"Shall we?" he asked, making a grand sweeping gesture at the door with his free hand.
She smiled up at him. "I think we shall."
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Wednesday, 0600 hours
Harm awoke, blinking as the morning light permeated his eyes. He pulled up into a sitting position and stretched his arms above his head. Tossing the sheets off, but still being careful not to wake the beauty sleeping soundly beside him, he ambled towards the bathroom.
Splashing some cold water on his face to really wake him up, he stared into the mirror at his own reflection, looking past it almost. Sighing, he turned to walk back to his bedroom.
He paused a moment to look at her, face down on the pillow, sunlight glinting off the auburn highlights in her hair and lighting her bare shoulders. She stirred slightly and rolled onto her side, back towards him.
Last night had been wonderful, as it always was with her. He was glad he had met her. He was lucky to have her. She murmured something in her sleep, causing him to smile. Harm shook his head to clear his thoughts and began to get ready for work.
He methodically changed into his uniform and made his way to the kitchen. He knew she had also better be going to work, but he didn't have the heart to wake her, she looked so angelic and peaceful when she slept. He decided a note would have to do. Grabbing a pen and some paper, he scrawled a quick note.
Hey,
I had to go early (again).
Sorry I missed you, but I couldn't wake you.
I'll see you later.
Love,
Harm
He placed the note on the table, grabbed an apple from the kitchen and closed the door, quiet so as not to disturb her. He made his way slowly down to the car. Work. Another day. He sighed and got in the car. Just another day.
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Author's Note: So, have they finally got it right and are happy together? How bloody likely, with me in control... mwahahahahaha. (That was an evil cackle by the way.) Stay tuned!