A/N: Contains Mature content. Adults only!

Let It Snow

Harm is staring out the kitchen window looking at the snow-covered lawn. It's a good thing that they had chosen to do their scavenger hunt last night because what was supposed to be only another dusting overnight turned into a dumping. Without breaking out a yardstick, he would venture to guess that there is probably just over a foot of snow out there. One of these days the weather forecasters might actually learn to correctly predict the weather. It reminds Harm of the night he was flying off the Henry where the storm that was supposed to be nowhere in his flight path moved faster than anticipated and ended up landing his butt in the frigid Atlantic. He shivers from the mere memory and it has absolutely nothing to do with the current temperature outside.

From across the room, Mac can sense his distress and walks behind him, wrapping her arms around him and running her hands up and down his chest in an effort to sooth his inner chill. She knows precisely where his mind has gone, it happens almost every time the weather shifts direction and brings a storm their way. She kisses the nape of his neck, "It's okay, Harm. You will never be back there again. Do you want some coffee? It might help warm you up."

He grasps her hands in his and pulls them to his lips placing a soft kiss on them, "In a minute. You are warming me up just fine for right now."

She stays there for a few moments continuing her soft caresses until she hears heavy footsteps approaching. Frank clears his throat, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt." Looking around where the couple is standing, he notices the heap outside as well, "Wow, we really got hammered with the snow. The kids will be ecstatic!"

Harm turns around in Mac's embrace, but she won't release him until she knows that the episode has passed. He silently nods and leans down to press a chaste kiss on her lips. Snapping out of his thoughts from the past he heads over to pour everyone a cup of java. He has no sooner handed Mac her cup when the sliding of sleeper covered feet belonging to his offspring enter the kitchen announcing, "It snowed! Can we build a snowman?"

Mac glances over at her husband who has the twinkle of merriment back in his aqua eyes. Turning to Trisha and Matthew she replies, "After breakfast and warm clothes!"

Trisha gets a glimmer in her eye, "Daddy, can we make snowman pancakes?"

Harm chuckles, "Snowman pancakes? Do I know how to make snowman pancakes?"

Matthew nods, "You know how to make everything!"

Harm winks, "I'm not sure about all that, but let's see what I can come up with." Glancing at his wife, he inquires, "Do you still have any licorice left from the other day?"

Knowing exactly what he is thinking, she laughs, "Nope! But we do have some Fruit roll-ups that will work."

Clapping his hands together, Harm tells his adorable children, "Why don't you ask Grandma and Gigi if they will help you get dressed for snow while your father gets to work on your request."

Trisha and Matthew don't need to be told twice and are already bounding up the stairs by the time Harm reaches down to pull out a few frying pans.

Harm gives Frank some instructions on what size pancakes to make before heading outside to shovel off the front porch and the steps. He doesn't want anyone slipping and falling on their way out to the front yard and he knows the kids will want to make a beeline out the front door as soon as they are done with breakfast.

Frank makes a stack of regular sized pancakes for the bottoms and a stack of silver dollar sized pancakes for the head. He has just finished making the last of them when Harm comes back in dusting the snow off his pants. Harm takes over, tossing all of the pancakes in powdered sugar before placing blueberries as the eyes and buttons, using cranraisins for the mouth and nose, whipped cream and a strawberry for the hat, and a thin piece of cherry Fruit roll-up for the scarf. By the time everyone reaches the kitchen bundled up for cold weather, Harm has a plate ready for everyone, "Voila! Snowman pancakes!"

Matt giggles, "Cool, Dad!"

Harm replies, "Thanks! And tell Grandpa 'thank you' as well because he did the cooking. I just did the decorations."

The children respond in unison, "Thanks, Grandpa!"

As they are eating, Trish makes the offhanded comment, "I guess we won't be doing too much today since we are snowed in. Mac, Gigi, you guys up to doing some baking?"

Mac shrugs, "Sure, what did you have in mind?"

Trish answers, "Maybe some magic cookie bars and chocolate chip cookies?"

Gigi nods, "Sounds perfect."

The children finish their breakfast quickly, wanting to head outside to build a snowman as fast as they can.

Harm turns to Frank and asks, "Think you could come outside with us in a little while? It appears after the fun is done, that I will have a little more shoveling to do as well. Unless of course you want to bake?"

Frank shakes his head in the negative to the idea of baking, "I'll come outside. If it gets too cold, I'll bring the kids in and we can watch a movie while you finish working."

The ladies offer to wash the dishes while the guys get the kids attired in snowsuits, gloves, and hats. Trisha is insistent that her purple beanie is unacceptable and that she wants to wear her Santa hat instead. Harm cocks his brow at his mini Marine and sternly tells her, "You will wear your winter hat, young lady, or you will not be going outside!"

Knowing full well when her father gives her that look and uses that tone that she isn't going to win, she opts for a compromise, "Can I wear my Santa hat over my purple one?"

Harm purses his lips contemplating her counteroffer for a moment before relenting, "I suppose. Now let's get moving before the snow all melts away."

It's been just about an hour and Harm and the kids have constructed one plain snowman that is nearly as tall as Harm in the middle of a circle of snow angels that they created by laying on their backs and waving their arms and legs. Harm tells the kids, "This snowman needs some arms, and a face. Trisha, can you ask your mom for a carrot to use as his nose? Matthew and I can grab some branches for his arms and some flat rocks for his eyes and mouth."

Trisha runs up the front steps, opens the door, and yells, "Mom! We need a carrot!" She slams the door shut, not wanting to miss anything, and runs back over to help Harm and Matt select the perfect rocks and branches.

Harm places Matthew on his shoulders so that he can push the rocks into the snowman's head for the eyes and mouth. Harm places two scrawny looking branches in the sides for his arms.

A few minutes later, the front door opens and Mac is standing there with a couple of carrots of various lengths for them to choose from. Trisha runs over and grabs them all wanting to see which one will fit best. Harm lifts her up so that she can place them in. After trying all three, she finally settles on the one that she wants. He has no sooner set her back down on the ground when he feels a snowball smack him on the back of his neck. Turning around with his Flyboy grin in place he declares, "You know this means war, Marine."

Before Mac has a respond, Harm feels another one hit him in the backside. Turning to find the culprit, he realizes it was Matt. He chuckles, "Traitor!"

The next several minutes turn into an all-out snowball fight. Unfortunately for Harm, it consists of Mac and the kids against him. Hearing all the laughter from outside, Trish, Grams, and Frank are all standing on the porch spectating. Knowing that the kids need to get inside and warm up a little, Harm decides to lay down on his back in the snow, proclaiming "I surrender!" Grams captures the perfect photo as Mac and the kids fall on top of him in a dogpile and the whole family is wearing matching smiles.

Mac and the kids head inside to get a change of clothes, some freshly baked cookies and hot chocolate while Frank stays out to help Harm shovel the driveway. When the guys head back inside, they find Mac and the kids asleep on the couch with Jack Frost playing in the background. Harm heads up for a long hot shower letting the memories of the day warm him from the inside as the hot water cascades over the outside.

Later that evening….

Harm has already stripped down to boxers and a t-shirt and is adding another log to their fireplace when he senses her presence behind him. She has been waiting several days to able to wear this particular outfit for him, and today seemed like the perfect time to bring it out. He turns to find Mac standing just outside the bathroom wearing a red and white striped scarf, a pair of white stilettos, and a white fishnet long-sleeved teddy that has three black pom pom buttons between her breasts and her navel. Harm's eyes immediately darken with desire. He remarks, "You are definitely the most beautiful snowwoman I have ever seen."

Deciding to try something a little different this evening he walks over to the cushioned bench in front of their bay window and sits down beckoning her to him. Mac arches her brow knowing precisely how drafty it gets by the window, "But Baby, it's cold outside."

Outstretching his arm to her, he deeply replies, "I can throw another log on the fire if you would like, but I don't think I will have any problem keeping you warm all by myself. Just like you did for me this morning."

Noticing his very evident appreciation of her attire tenting his boxers she saunters over to him, straddles his lap with her legs on either side of his, and wraps her arms around his neck. He leans down to take her bottom lip in between his and gently suckles as he glides his hands up and down her back. The soft friction sends shivers down her spine. She arches backwards and his lips continue pressing open mouthed kisses along her jawline as one hand unties the scarf wrapped around her neck. He tosses it to the side and feasts on her neck and collarbone as she gently rocks her center against his hardened shaft. Harm's large hands cup her bottom holding her against him as she delves her tongue inside his mouth to tangle with his. Harm pulls the snaps free at her crotch, gently sliding his fingers over her silken folds.

Her mouth continuing to plunder his, she reaches her hand into the slit of his boxers, freeing his arousal. She strokes him firmly up and down, her hand gliding over his erection over and over in the same rhythm as his fingers gently stroking her. He inserts his middle finger and caresses her inner walls in a circular motion before adding another and pumping them in and out of her. Her hand falls away from his lap as her hips begin bucking of their own accord, her vaginal muscles clenching his fingers. Just before she can reach her peak, he pulls them out, and enters her in one swift thrust burying himself to the hilt. She climaxes immediately, the force of it nearly blinding her.

He holds her hips and gently lifts her up and down on his shaft thrusting up in smooth long strokes as he coaxes her down from her high. She can feel how swollen his shaft is and knows that he needs to find release as well, but she loves that he is such a generous and caring lover. She places his hands on his strong shoulders, anchoring herself, as she begins to ride him hard and fast grinding her clit against his pelvic bone with each downward motion. He begins to groan low and continuously as he matches every move she makes, their bodies finding that perfect rhythm.

She coaxes in his ear, "I'm there, Baby, just let go." He thrusts up once, twice, and explodes everything he has deep inside of her as her muscles clench and spasm around him. He hugs her to him in a tight embrace, her matted hair resting against the crook of his neck as they both bask in the afterglow. Cold winter days lead to hot steamy nights, let it snow.