A recent trip to Key West and watching "The Sixth Juror" gave me this idea. I could improve it but, not in the mood to write a lengthy love scene. ;-)

The Sixth Juror

The room was beautiful, walls bathed in whites and baby hues with white trim and paintings that were all tropical in nature. Above a ceiling fan with faux palm leaves slowly circled keeping the temperature in the room rather comfortable for the couple that lay in bed together.

It had finally happened - the inevitable shift in their relationship that should have happened years ago. They were lovers.

As Mac's head lay on Harm's chest, her fingers ran lazy circles over his skin tracing the hard muscles of his pecs. She was content, very well sated and could barely stop touching him. When she shifted slightly, Harm's hand that was resting on her hip tighten possessively.

It had been over an hour since they made love and yet she couldn't sleep out of fear that it would all disappear.

Hours earlier, when court had adjourned, Mac intended on shopping with Petty Officer Coates much as they had done the evening before. The younger woman had canceled and it was when Mac was out to dinner alone that she bumped into Harm. "Weren't you going out with Jen?"

"She wanted to spend time alone, can't say I blame her." She said with a shrug, not at all upset about being ditched. "What are you up to?"

"Heading to Sloppy Joes, apparently it's a Key West staple." In the past she would have invited herself or asked him to tag along with her. Harm hated what they'd become although, after her accident things were better. They were spending more time together outside of the office. Their friendship was back on track but, any type of a romantic involvement hung over them with a question mark.

"Wanna join me?"

Mac had almost declined but, she was tired of avoiding him when she had vowed to stop pushing him away. Instead she slipped her arm through the crook of his as they walked through the streets of Key West eventually stopping at Sloppy Joes.

They had shared a meal, Harm even taking a bite or two of her food, the infamous sandwich the bar was named after. A live band began playing their version of top 40 music and Harm was terribly amused to find Mac dancing in her seat. He hadn't seen her this happy and carefree since Paraguay.

It was when she caught him looking that Mac hopped off her stool and stood before him trying to urge him onto the dancefloor. "Come dance with me."

Harm shook his head. "Oh c'mon Mac, I'm beat." He yelled over the music only to find a mischievous grin spreading on her lips.

"The Navy can't hang with the Marines? Figures." She shot him the barb and made her way to the dancefloor falling into step with other patrons that began to dance. This felt good and it was an outlet Mac didn't know she needed.

From his perch Harm watched her with interest. Her hair was down, out of the constrictive regulation look and brushing over her shoulders. She had on a simple blue sundress and sandals looking every bit the typical Key West tourist. Her hips were swaying to the music which Mac seemed to lose herself in.

Harm stared unabashed his eyes caressing her skin the way he normally did when she wasn't looking. But, this time Mac was looking, her eyes holding his gaze as she appeared to dance only for him. God, she was beautiful and he couldn't help but follow.

His heart was hammering hard against his chest and the seductive look Mac was giving him didn't stop when he reached her. Out of their own volition, his arms circled her waist urging Mac to move closer to him.

"I'm tired of waiting, Mac." He spoke loudly into her ear and when Mac went to question his statement, Harm's mouth came down over her own.

Mac could have sworn in was a dream until she felt his desire for her pressing against her abdomen. And then there was the way he kissed her, deep and passionate earning a few cat calls.

"Take me to bed." She said into his ear and it was all the incentive Harm needed to pull her out of the bar.

They walked several blocks until Harm stopped at a Bed and Breakfast called The Banyan Resort which he had seen on the cab ride out of the base.

Harm made love to her twice and thanked God that the wait had been worth it. He was mesmerized at how well they moved in time together as if they were made for each other. He would never feel about anyone the way he did for her. As he drifted off to sleep, he declared his love for her and felt the ache in his heart ease when she replied in kind.

Mac shifted once again and her leg grazed his forcing Harm to wake. He felt her fingers over his chest and smiled at the sensation. "Power down, Marine. Get some sleep."

"You didn't have to spring for a BB you know." She glanced around the one bedroom apartment knowing it likely cost him a fortune.

Harm sighed. "Our first time wasn't going to be at a VOQ."

"Mmm… We could have gone to a Holiday Inn for all I care, this place must have cost a fortune." She felt embarrassed about him spending money on her especially considering it would only be until early morning when they eventually returned to base.

"You're worth it." Harm said and then kissed her soundly.