FIREWORKS COMMANDER STYLE

This is for all of you for the wonderful 4th of July!!!!!

Mattie never had an accident and is perfectly fine, Harm is taking things just a little further than he ever has, and Mac isn't fighting it!!!

"Did you make deviled eggs by chance?" Harm asked as he entered through the half open door to Mac's apartment.

"Well hello Mac, how are you today, you are quite beautiful today." Mac answered, not bothering to glance his way.

Harm leaned against the door frame to the kitchen with a half smile on his face. He crossed his arms over his chest and shook his head. As he watched the crazy beautiful Marine standing at the counter placing canned cherries across the top of the cake, she stole a quick glance in his direction.

"Hello Mac, how are you today? You look more than beautiful today for your information. Especially with the cool whip on your cheek." He pushed away from the frame and moved quickly toward her.

Mac's eyes widened in fear when she realized he was moving in, and faster than she could set the strawberry bowl down.

"Don't." She got out in a whisper just as he placed his lips on her cool whip spotted cheek.

She took a quick breath as he moved away and smiled at her. Her heart raced like a race horse running around the track. As she gained her composure back and inhaled enough air to fully function again, she turned and looked at him.

"What?" He asked with a smile.

"Why are you here?" She asked.

"I figured I had more room, so swung by to pick you up."

"No, you wanted something good to eat cause all you have is tofu." She snorted and slapped his fingers as he reached for a cool whip swipe from the cake.

"This is good."

"Thanks, I made it myself." She smiled as she placed the lid over the cake in the carry case. "Why don't you make yourself useful and haul that ice chest downstairs."

"What all did you make?" He begged.

"This and that. I'm going to change, and then ill be ready to go."

As Harm reentered the apartment after loading the ice chest into the back of his SUV, he stopped dead in his tracks. Mac was slipping on a pair of black flip flops. Rephrase that. Mac was slipping her feet, which were attached to two very tanned and bare long legs, into a pair of black flip flops. His gaze wandered from her feet, slowly up her legs to the pair of denim cut off shorts, the red halter shirt, face, eyes and back to her lips. Her hair was pulled up leaving nothing to the imagination about what her shoulders and neck looked like.

She looked up finally with a question in her eyes. She smiled and he melted into a puddle of goop and would at that moment of done anything she asked.

"You, uh, I've never seen you in cut off shorts before." He stammered.

"You do better when I prompt you with what to say sailor. Wanna try it my way again?" She walked by him and ran her fingers along his side, gently against his arm that gave way, and into his hand, pulling him along behind her like a little puppy dog.

"Okay." He barley got out as a whisper since his mouth was bone dry at the moment.

"The proper response should have been. That a new shirt Mac?" Mac explained as the elevator doors closed and she punched the button.

After just a few seconds of silence, Mac glanced at her partner and laughed. He was standing just a bit behind her, eyes closed, and a frown on his face.

"Problems?"

"Yes." He opened his eyes and suddenly realized it was the wrong thing to do. She stood there by him, bare shoulders, bare neck, a neck that needed kissed, shoulders that needed kissed, long bare arms that needed to be around his neck. Hands that had long fingers to run through his hair, down his face, around his neck, squeezing. He coughed when he remembered she was a Marine.

"Harm you coming or planning on spending the holiday in the elevator alone?"

"Yes." Was the most easiest answer he had for her.

As he walked behind her to the vehicle, he couldn't take his eyes off of her. What was different from today and any other day? Oh wait, he knew that answer. Shorts, red halter, long bare legs, bare shoulders, bare neck. His hands would fit perfectly around her waist if he grabbed her now and spun her around.

She reached the car and he knew he had to move now and die or wait and die. Either would end in him dying so he figured he might as well die happy. He reached out for the door handle, placing his other hand on her waist. He moved closer to her to where he could smell the Hawaiian tropic oil absorbed into her skin. He pulled the car door open and just as she turned to get in, he pulled her flush against his body. She gasped as her hands landed against his chest and his face moved toward hers.

"I just have to do this. Don't kill me." Harm whispered as his lips found hers.

The kiss was intense, more so than any kiss they had ever shared. Both of his hands snaked their way around her waist holding her close as she moved her hands to his face. She finally wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned slightly away from him. Not wanting to break the moment, he moved one hand up to the back of her neck and pulled her back into the kiss.

Firecrackers sounded off near them and their lips lost contact with each other as they both startled and jumped. Harm still held her against him but she had moved her hands to his arms. He looked her in the eyes and smiled, quietly thanking God that he was still alive. So far.

"That wasn't following my prompt." She whispered.

"It was a have to do moment. I did follow your prompt."

"I didn't prompt that." She was getting nervous from still being wrapped in his arms.

Harm laughed knowing he was seriously going to die for what he was about to say, and the position he was holding her in. She was leaning against the car, in his arms, one leg in between his. Pinned. A pinned Marine is good in some cases, he hoped this was one of those cases.

"Can I prompt you now?" He asked with a little hitch in his eyebrow.

"What?" She asked breathless as she felt his hands moving across her lower back again.

"Well, if you turn your head just slightly, there's this one spot that I have wanted to kiss since, well since I met you." He smiled and leaned closer.

She moaned and melted in his arms as his lips barely touched a spot on her neck. He felt her move her right hand back to his neck and he took the opportunity to move his lips again. He gently trailed them along her neck and shoulder then back to her lips. She allowed his hand to drop slowly to her six and her breathing hitched as he pulled her even closer to him. He finally leaned back and placed his hands on each side of her waist. He placed his forehead against hers and looked her in the eyes.

She smiled and closed her eyes. "This might turn out to be a very long day Mr. Rabb."

"Apparently you don't do well with prompting either Ms Mackenzie."

"I will say one thing. It's a good thing you didn't start that upstairs." Mac leaned back and smacked her lips hard against his.

"Maybe I should have, here let's go…" He moved to pull her away from the car.

"No, we are going to the party. How would you explain why we weren't there?" She asked as he simply smiled. "What?"

"I think Harriet would understand." He said as he once again met her lips with his.

Another make out session erupted and ended with cat whistles from a group of passing teenagers. Mac pushed Harm away from her and laughed.

"Get in the car Commander." She ordered as she quickly slid into the passenger seat.

"You're right Colonel; this will certainly be a long day. Just watch yourself when your alone sweetheart." He smiled at her as he started the car and shifted into drive.