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Four Percent Solution

"I really want to kiss you." The words spilled out of his mouth and Harm's eyes widened at the admission. He hadn't meant to say them especially given the precarious position his relationship with Mac seemed to hang by.

Last night had been an epiphany of sorts as he raced through the streets like a bat out of hell to a small hospital where Mac had been taken after a terrible wreck. He nearly cried upon seeing her looking so fragile laying on the hospital bed, face red and puffy from the air bag.

Mac was alive. He was too and every feeling he'd repressed since Paraguay bubbled to the surface. Harm managed to keep himself under control to not cause much more discomfort. He wanted to pull her into his arms, hug and kiss Mac and make her see how much he loved her.

Now that they sat on her sofa, he was looking at his Christmas miracle, his second (maybe it was his third or forth?) chance to end their dance. Only, Harm wasn't sure how to start.

She'd been pushing him away since her breakup with the spook and Harm knew he'd need to tread gently. But, as she sat by his side, head leaned back into the cushions her hand threaded through his, he couldn't hold back any longer.

The redness on Mac's face had improved significantly although it was clear she was still in pain - bruised ribs, whiplash and a few cuts from when the windshield had shattered.

And she was still the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. "Uh, Mac... I'm..."

"Help me sit up." She asked when he ribs protested, forcing Mac to bite back a wince. Once she was situated at the edge of the sofa, Harm placed a few pillows at her back, helping her stay in a seated position. "Sit on the coffee table."

"Mac? Why do..."

"Please don't argue with me. Not now." Mac may have been in pain, but the look in her eyes dared him not to argue. She waited for him to sit and then motioned with her hands for him to slide so that Harm was seated right in front of her. "Lean in, flyboy and close your eyes."

Harm's heart began to race when he saw her shift towards him, and her hands came up to frame his face. She turned his head slightly, angling him as her lips settled on his.

He remained impossibly still, even held his breath as Mac kissed him. Slow and gentle, her lips moved over his but, even as her tongue ran over his lips, Harm maintained his control. Damn, how he wanted to grab Mac, carry her to the bedroom and make love to her for the next few days. He wanted to please her, love her and permanently erase every past lover from her mind.

Instead, he sat there like a stump, afraid to move and cause her pain. When she stopped, he was staring at her through lided eyes, an idiotic grin on his lips. Her hands fell away from his face and Mac braced them on his knees as she sighed. "You're all I've ever wanted for Christmas."

"Oh Mac." Harm's hands came up to her face, thumbs gently brushed over her cheeks, barely touching her skin. He took great care in moving cautiously, so much that it seemed like slow motion until his lips brushed over hers. "I love you. I wish I could show you how much."

God, how she wished that too. "Would you settle for holding me?" Mac asked shyly, her cheeks tinting a brighter when his flyboy smile went up in wattage.

"Whatever you want, Sarah." He helped her back onto the sofa, draping an arm around Mac as her head rested on his shoulder.

"I love you too." Mac said in a tired voice and then fell asleep in his arms.