Harm sits up in the bed, and wraps his arms around his Marine, engaging her in a sensual kiss, trying to relay the depth of his feelings while trying to keep his blood pressure from skyrocketing again. She just told him that she loves him, and the last thing he wants is to have to be whisked away from her loving arms for his inability to keep his levels in check.

Before he can get lost in the scent and taste of this wonderful woman, she gently places her hand against his chest, easing him back down on the bed. Her elbow brushing up again his lengthened arousal. He expects her to follow, but instead she breaks away after one more soft nibble on his lower lip. She teases, "Not that I don't love the feel of your lips on mine, but Flyboy, you need to rest before we get too carried away."

Harm insists, "I'm fine."

Mac chuckles, "Why, yes you are. And I'd like to keep you that way if you don't mind. I'm not going anywhere, except maybe to use the little Marine's room."

Her hair is tousled, giving it that fresh out of bed look. Her lips swollen from their kisses. She may be wearing drab purple hospital scrubs, but the glow emanating from her eyes makes her the most beautiful woman in the world to him. He teases her, "Hmmph. I believe that the registration of this room is the name of someone in the Navy."

Mac banters, "Well I guess I'll just have to go find a room registered to a Marine then. I can't use the little Sailor's room."

Harm pulls her against him, ignoring the twinge in his lower back at the movement, and starts tickling her. "Little Sailor? I don't think so. There is nothing little about me! And, if you sneak off to find a Marine, I might have to waddle the halls searching for you."

Mac thinks about this in between her giggles. It's bad enough that she is ticklish, but the mere thought of Harm wandering down the hall with an IV post and his hospital gown flapping in the wind makes her laugh even harder. She chuckles, "Hmm. That image definitely has some merit. I thought only pregnant women waddled. I'm torn between wanting to see you try, and having to kill that LT JG from earlier tonight or some other nurse when they can't keep their eyes off your six. After tonight, that specimen is property of US Marines."

Harm raises his eyebrows to his hairline at her declaration. He wouldn't have really expected her to be the possessive type, unlike himself who allows that little green-eyed jealousy monster to come out and play more often than he likes.

She sighs deeply, "I guess I will have to settle for using the facilities in here. I don't really want you moving around anymore than you have to."

Harm replies, "Actually moving around right now would probably help. I've got a nasty kink in my lower back. And I already have a stamp on my six that says 'property of the US Government', got it my first day at the Academy. I'm just wondering if your tattoo has similar wording or if it is something else entirely?"

Mac, ignoring his comment about her tattoo because she is instantly concerned, inquires, "Do I need to call the nurse? Maybe what they gave you earlier wasn't strong enough."

Harm replies, "No. I think it will be fine. It's not so much a searing pain as it is uncomfortable from being in a prone position most of the night in beds that aren't really big enough for me. Almost makes me feel like I'm sleeping on a carrier again."

Mac answers, "And having my weight on top of you definitely doesn't help."

Harm gives her a cocky grin, "I wouldn't say that."

Mac rolls her eyes at him, "Ok, Sailor for clarification, it doesn't help the pain in your back. So, let me go freshen up, and see if the nurse has some lotion I can use. Maybe I can ease some of the tension in it if I give you a little massage."

Harm doesn't think that is probably the best idea. Having her hands on his bare skin, especially in the lower areas of his spine is not going to help him relax either.

Mac notices his hesitation, and she wonders if she has over stepped the imaginary boundary lines that have existed between them for so long. She is still trying to navigate all the emotions that have expressed tonight as well, and isn't quite sure how much is too much. She stammers, "Unless you would prefer that I don't."

Harm reaches out for her, and tries to come up with the words that won't make her feel any worse. In trying to deal with his own insecurities, he has managed to make hers come out. He states, "No, it's fine. I don't think you need to freshen up, I think you look beautiful just the way you are. I'm not sure that I want you leaving the room as you might decide to trade me in for some Jarhead instead. And while I would love to have you give me a massage, just the mere thought of your hands on me, kneading my flesh in your soft hands…well, I don't think the medical staff would appreciate my reactions to that." He gives her a slight pout, and adds, "I'll settle for turning on my side with you curled into me, if that is agreeable?"

Mac shakes her head at him. On numerous occasions throughout their partnership, she has wondered if he is really as clueless as he comes across sometimes, or if he is just baiting others knowing full well what he is doing. She surmises it is probably the latter, and just part of his irresistible charm. She chastises, "Harm! You were just complaining that the bed isn't big enough for you. How do you think we will both fit in it?"

Harm shifts over until his six is nearly hanging off the other end of the bed, and pats the empty space next to him, "You'll fit right here just fine."

Mac raises her eyebrow, then proceeds to stand up and walk to the foot of the bed to see how much room he doesn't have in his current position.

Harm, realizing what she is doing tries to inch a little closer to the middle of the bed without her noticing, but he fails miserably.

She laughs, "Nice try, Flyboy, but you're busted! How about we compromise? I'll sit in the chair, and lean my head against you."

Harm shakes his head in the negative, "I promise I'll be able to fall asleep faster with you in my arms, I always do."

Mac squints her eyes at him, "Harm. We have barely ever slept in each other's arms. How do you know you will fall asleep faster that way?"

Harm smiles, "Because it always works in my dreams. I'm out like a light almost instantly."