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AN: I've decided to continue this story, I don't know how long it will be but I do know it will be a little hotter than usual.

Right Here, Right Now

Harm's elation at Bud and Harriet's arrival home, albeit late, was tempered by AJ's genuine sadness at realising his and Mac's departure was imminent.

"Can't you stay for dinner, Uncle Harm?" he pleaded after Harm had returned from putting their bags in the respective cars.

"Sorry, champ, not this time," he said, ruffling the boys hair. His mind already filled with ideas and images as to how Mac would spend her energy.

"But dad's going to order pizza and ..." he started but Bud interrupted him.

"Now, son, Uncle Harm and Aunty Mac have been here all weekend and they need to go home and organise their own things," he said quietly yet firmly. "Why don't you just say thank you and goodbye?"

"Okay," he replied with a sigh as he walked back to Harm. "Thank you for everything, Uncle Harm," he said, wrapping his arms around Harm's waist.

"You're more than welcome, AJ," he replied. "I had a fantastic time."

"Me too," he agreed as Mac and Harriet entered the room.

Padding across the room, AJ wrapped his arms around Mac.

"Thank you, Aunty Mac, I had lots of fun," he said, as Mac hugged him.

"Me too," she replied, kissing his head. "You okay? You look a little sad."

"I don't really want you to go home just ..." he began.

"AJ," Bud interrupted.

"I don't really want to go home just yet either," Mac said, perching on the arm of the sofa and pulling him too her. "But there are things I need to do."

"I know," he said tearfully.

"But what's say, in a couple of weeks, you come and spend the night at my place, just you, not the other kids, and we'll make it something special?" she whispered into his ear and he nodded enthusiastically.

"That would be so cool, Aunty Mac, thank you," he replied grinning and squeezing her tightly. "And will Uncle Harm be able to cook his spaghetti?" he asked Mac, before looking at Harm.

"Sure will, AJ," he said. "And maybe get that choc ripple ice cream you love."

"Oh, so cool," he said, running to hug Harm too. "And if you and Aunty Mac don't argue you can sleep in her bed instead of on the sofa like last night and I can sleep on it!"

The awkwardness in the room was suddenly palpable as Bud and Harriet looked at each other, Mac stared at AJ and Harm looked anywhere else but at Mac.

"Ah, we can sort those arrangements out when you get there," he said with a couple of quick coughs.

xhmx

After a hurried departure from the Roberts home, Harm had been driving for twenty minutes before he realised he and Mac hadn't made any plans or rather, finalised arrangements for their evening.

"My place or yours?" he asked when she answered her cell.

"You want to tell me why AJ thinks he knows about our sleeping arrangements?" she countered.

"Well," he began before pausing and watching a car drive past him as he sat pulled over on the side of the road.

"Well," Mac countered.

"He came in when we were asleep on the sofa this morning and wanted to know why we weren't in Bud and Harriet's bed, I said that's where you were sleeping. He said but you were asleep on me and I told him you had come down earlier and fallen asleep. He asked if we'd had an argument because when his parents do, his dad sleeps in the den, and I didn't want to correct him only to have to find another explanation," he said in a rush of breath.

Peals of Mac's laugher echoed down the line as she tried to imagine the look on Harm's face as he was being quizzed by their godson.

"Glad you find it so funny, Mac," he said, feigning hurt.

"Oh, you poor baby," she consoled, the smile not far from her face. "Want me to make it up to you?"

"Does it involve you spending some of that energy?" he question, his flyboy smile in place.

"Oh, it might," she said non-commitally.

"Well, in that case, yes," he said. "So, my place or yours?"

"Let me think...let me think," she said, prolonging his agony.

"Maaac," Harm prompted impatiently.

"Well, Harm, I'm about fifteen minutes from my apartment and could be stark naked in sixteen," she said, knowing full well the effect it would be having on him. "Meanwhile, I'm about thirty minutes from your place and..."

"I'll be at your place in sixteen minutes," he said quickly before closing his cell and flooring the accelerator.

xhmx

It was a rather concerned Mac who opened the door to Harm thirty six minutes later, seeing he was still in one piece, she narrowed her eyes and studied him.

"Sorry, Mac," he said as she stepped aside to let him in.

"You said you'd be here in sixteen," she said, "It took you thirty six minutes and twenty eight seconds. Change your mind?" she questioned, folding her arms across her chest.

"Definitely not," he said, dropping his bag by her sofa before producing his hand from behind his back. "Had to stop to get you these." Mac's eyes widened at the immense colourful bouquet of spring flowers in his hand. "But then I got to the florist and just couldn't make up my mind...sorry."

"They're so beautiful," she gushed, taking them from him.

"Nowhere near as beautiful as you are, Mac," he said, pushing her hair back behind her ear before cupping her face as a flush coloured her cheeks. "You are incredible, you know that, right?"

"Sure," she said, half smiling at him.

"You..." he began, but Mac pulled back.

"Let me just put these in water," she said, padding towards the kitchen, giving herself a timeout from the nerves building within her.

When she returned with the flowers arranged in a large glass vase, she placed it on the coffee table before inhaling their scent. Watching her every move, Harm could tell that the love of his life was as nervous as he was. The truth was the pit stop for flowers had taken him five minutes. The extra fifteen were spent in the car downstairs as he try to steady his breathing and calm the butterflies in his stomach which were the size of fighter jets.

"May I take you out to dinner?" he asked, as she finally stepped away from the flowers.

"Now?" she clarified, not sure whether to be relieved or upset by the delay it would cause.

"Only if you want to," he said with a nod.

"Ah, yeah," Mac agreed. "Dinner would be great."

xhmx

Dinner was a rather short affair and they were back in the apartment within 90 minutes. Sitting on the sofa while Mac fetched the coffee, Harm contemplated his next move. Rather than the coffee in her hands, Mac was carrying two bottles of water. When she caught Harm's curious look she shook her head.

"Oh, it was supposed to be coffee, wasn't it?" she said, her mind somewhere else altogether.

"Water's fine, Mac," he said, taking her arm as she turned to head back to the kitchen.

"No, I can..." she began but Harm was more insistent.

"Mac, come sit," he instructed, guiding her around him and to the space beside him.

After she sat beside him and Harm had manoeuvred himself so Mac was comfortably nestled in his arms, he kissed the crown of her head. Their close proximity allowed him to realise her heart rate was extremely rapid, which was a perfect match for his. Taking a few deep, calming breaths, Harm rubbed his hand up and down Mac's arm, applying increasing pressure as he went.

"Talk to me," he whispered as his lips brushed against her forehead.

"About what?" she whispered in reply.

"Anything you like," he answered, kissing her head.

"Don't quite know what to say," she said with a chuckle. "Can't believe we're having this trouble."

"What trouble is that?" he asked, drawing her face up to his.

"Always thought it would be a frenetic ripping and shedding of clothes before hitting the sheets with a flailing of limbs," she said quietly.

"Well, we could do that," he replied, brushing her hair back from her face.

"No," she said with a shake of her head. "I think that works best when it's spontaneous."

"So, how do you want to do it now?" he asked, praying to any God who was listening that she hadn't changed her mind.

"Don't know," she answered and then silence prevailed.

Too much silence is never a good thing, especially when you had grand plans for other activities. So, when it all became too much, Harm twisted around on the sofa so he could lay down and brought Mac with him as he did. Resting her head on his chest, Mac smiled when she felt his fingers tangle through her locks and caress her scalp.

"Tell me about our first time," he whispered as her finger ran around his abdomen.

"Our first time?" she questioned trying to look up at him.

"Yes, our first time," he repeated, holding her a little tighter.

"We, ah, we...haven't had our first time yet," she commented.

"Not physically," he agreed. "But I'm sure you've imagined it, haven't you?"

"Well..." she trailed, not wanting to give away all her secrets in one weekend. "Have you?"

"Yes," he said quickly. "Quite a few times actually."

"Well, you tell me first," she said, propping herself up to look at him.

"Which version do you want to hear?" he question, swiping his thumb across her lips.

"I get a choice?" she asked, quirking an eyebrow.

"Yes, you do, Mac," he said before leaning in and kissing her on the nose.

"Well, in that case I want to hear your version of our first time," she said, settling back beside him.

"Well, I have a whole compendium of those. Do you want the summer one, fall one, spring one, winter one..." he began to reel off.
"One for each season," she interrupted.

"Easter one, Halloween one, Thanksgiving one, Christmas one..." he continued. "The kitchen one, office one, submarine one..."

"Wow!" she said, although she wasn't really surprised – she had a different Harm fantasy for each season, each day, each change of outfit.

"So, which one would you like to hear?" he asked before raising her hand and kissing it.

"Oh, I think I would like to hear them all," she whispered into the quietness.

"Eventually, you will," he replied. "But for tonight, I think it will be the submarine one..."

xhmx

Taking a long drink of water, Harm recreated the dream in his mind, knowing it would be easier to relate that way.

"Well," he began in a drawl. "To summarise the beginning, we get sent to some sub on investigation and find it's a waste of time but still have days before we can be picked up..."

"Why?" she questioned.

"Is that really the important part?" he countered as she looked up at him.

"Oh, no, sorry," she said with a chuckle. "Go on."

"Anyway, I'm in the XO's room, minding my own business and you appear in the doorway dressed in a sheer blue negligee," he said, grinning at the memory.

"As if," she said with a laugh.

"My dream, my choice of clothing," he said, with a smirk. "So, there you are, leaning up against the door jamb and you look absolutely incredible. My first inclination is to jump up and gather you in my arms but the effect you have on me is evident and I'm a little embarrassed to get up from behind the table."

"I don't think you have anything to be embarrassed about," she cooed as she ran her hand down his abdomen and down the front of his jeans.

"Mac," he gasp, grabbing her wrist.

"What?" she questioned. "Don't you like that?"

He did like it, he liked it a lot. So, he let go of her wrist and kept talking, Mac kept up with her own activities.

"Anyway..." he recommenced before taking a steadying breath. "You saunter across the room and sit yourself on the table in front of me, your legs on either side of my body and I think to myself that if I don't take you there and then I'm going to spontaneously combust."

"Do you take me?" she questioned eagerly.

"Eventually," he said tauntingly before kissing her quickly. His building desire for her having lots to do with her activities below his waist band and not so much the story he was relating.

"Keep going," she encouraged as she unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans.

"Well, I... er...I rest my hands on your knees and slowly skim them upwards, taking the negligee with me," he said, trying to keep his voice even. "Then, ah...I realise you've gone commando; which scares and excites me in so many ways."

"I do go commando at times," Mac said causing Harm to moan. "Keep going."

"Well, I run my hands behind you and rest them on your butt before pulling you closer to me," he said, his voice deepening.

"Aha," she said as her hand slipped into his jeans.

"Then I ... ah... wake up," Harm said quickly, needing to end the story before Mac ends his plans by a few swift movements of her fingers.

"Sure," said Mac with a laugh as Harm took her arm and pulled her up on him.

"Well, I wake up to the fact that I am desperately in love with you," he said, grinning.

"That I can believe," she said before leaning down and kissing him until her new favourite sound, the soft moan emanating from deep within Harm's being, materialises.

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