Joan, this one is for you!
Wasn't Harm supposes to.give Mac a spin in his Vette on Christmas morning?
Answered Prayers
"I can't believe Webb was able to get him out." Mac said as she stepped into the elevator that Harm held open for her.
He was positively beaming, all efforts to get his half-brother, Sergie to the States seemed to come to a grinding halt. Until Webb came through, for once actually pretending to have a heart. He couldn't be more surprised when the CIA officer appeared with his brother in tow. It was one of the best Christmas gifts he could have hoped for. "I am going to owe him until the day I day." He said ruefully, willing to accept that charge.
"You sure you're okay in leaving your brother with Coates?" She grinned and elbowed him once they hit the ground floor. "We left them without a chaperone."
"We Rabb men are gentlemen, Mac. Plus, I told him if he tried anything I would send him back to Chechnya."
They stepped out of her building, walking side by side until Harm stopped in front of his recently restored classic Corvette. Even on the gloomy Christmas day, it's Cherry red color shined brightly and Mac couldn't help but run a hand over the hood of the car. "You could have waited until the New Year."
"Nah, I promised I'd stop by. I was hoping to find you in those cowboy PJs again." Harm stood back, watching as she admired his vehicle, unabashed as he admired her. The jeans wrapped around her legs like a second skin, the rest of Mac was hidden beneath a heavy coat that covered a deep red cashmere sweater that accentuated the finer parts of her body. When he appeared at her doorway, he couldn't help but gawk at the dipping neckline until Sergie had nudged him back to the present.
Then there was her lipstick, a deep red tint that accentuated her pouty lips and made him want to kiss her senseless. And the perfume, good God he'd spent a fortune on a specific brand knowing it was a perfect match for her. The scent was intoxicating and he happily realized it would linger on his jacket and his car.
Harm thought back to the previous night and how they'd kissed when she'd discovered they'd been caught under the mistletoe. It was soft, sweet and had reawakened a desire for her that Harm thought he'd stifled until he figured out the nuances of their current relationship. Although the shaky ground they had shared seemed to settle, he was scared to death of making a move if she wasn't ready. So he waited and after last night, he gave himself a deadline: by January 1st he would tell her how he felt, consequences be damned.
"Harm? You gonna open the door?" Mac stared at him quizzically, noting the stupid grin on his lips as he eyed her. "Kinda freezing here, Commander." She teased, laughing when Harm made a big show of opening the door and bowing as she made stepped in. "You can be a goof sometimes."
"I was trying to be charming."
"You are charming." She pressed a kiss to his cheek and then sat on the passenger's seat.
Moments later, Harm settled into the driver's seat and the engine purred to life. They cruised through the streets of Georgetown, Harm carefully navigating the vehicle as they made their way out towards the monuments. It was meant to be a quick lap around the block but, the conversation about his brother and other pleasantries made him want that ride to last.
Over a half hour later, when he came to a stop somewhere near the White House, he felt her hand come over his that rested on the gearshift. Her touch was soft, warm and forced a myriad of emotions to wash over him. There was an electric spark felt between the two of them, a sign of a connection so deep never to be erased. Harm stared down at their hands noting how soft and delicate her fingers were as she treaded them through his own.
It was that touch which had him pulling to the side of the road and turning to face the stunning woman at his side. She flashed him a knowing smile, the corners of her lips curving up when Harm leaned across the vehicle, his head moving closer to hers. "Mac."
Mac's eyes dropped to his lips, anxiously anticipating a kiss that lasted more than a few seconds. "Harm." His name was a soft plea. "Kiss me."
And so he did, pressing a soft kiss to each corner of her mouth and then her nose and then her cheeks. "You're so beautiful." Harm said and then his lips claimed her own. He kissed her softly and incressed the pressure when Mac's tongue swept across his lower lip.