Harm chuckles at Mac's silliness, "Ha Ha Marine, very cute. While I appreciate you saying that I'm not old, I do come from a long line of navy men so in essence I am 'old navy.' However, unlike Mr. Webb I don't come from 'old money.' I had to earn mine the hard way."
Mac can just imagine Harm earning his money the hard way. Although she also knows he is just being modest. His mother owns a prominent gallery in Southern California, and his step-father is a vice president of Chrysler. While he might not rate with the Webb's financially, he isn't any slouch either. Besides, if money was really what mattered to him, he would be in civilian practice making the big bucks. No, what matters to this man is honor, truth, and justice. She outright laughs at the mental picture Harm's statement gives her.
Harm questions, "What is so funny?"
Mac curves her lips upwards, "I just can't imagine you in one of Webb's three-piece suit get-ups, that's all."
Harm wraps one arm around her shoulders, and uses his index finger to lightly tap the tip of her nose, "Well, maybe I will have to put one on one night and take you out on the town. Just so that I can show you I would look rather dashing in a tailored three-piece suit. I'll put both Mr. Spy and James Bond to shame!"
Mac snuggles in closer under his shoulder, "I already know that you look extremely dapper in a suit, Harm. You nearly took my breath away that night at the Admirals' house. We could have put you on the cover of GQ. And that suit was tan. I can only imagine how handsome you might look if you wore a darker one with a light blue shirt that brings out the color of your eyes."
Harm smiles as a comment she made long ago suddenly makes sense. He exclaims, "That's why you thought dress whites and gold wings were over-rated. You prefer me in my dress blues."
Mac rolls her eyes, "At the risk of inflating your already oversized ego, I have to admit that you look smashing in almost anything you wear. But then again, I do have a biased opinion. Things always appear beautiful when you look through the eyes of love."
Harm places his finger under her chin, and lifts it so that her lips are in line with his before sensuously fitting his lips to hers in a tender kiss. He moves his mouth over hers gently, but passionately, before letting his tongue out to trace the seam of her lips. She opens her mouth willingly to his request, deepening their kiss, and getting lost in the feelings he is bringing forth in her. When they break apart, Harm whispers, "I guess I have always been in love with you then, because I have always thought that you were beautiful as well. It doesn't matter if you were wearing something as skimpy as a bikini in Miami or the slip in Russia, as elegant as any of the dresses you have worn to various functions, or fully covered in your cowboy pajamas and fuzzy slippers. You could probably wear a plain brown sack and I would still lose my breath at the sight of you. However, I do have to say that I don't see you in red often enough."
Looking at him intently through passion clouded eyes, she repeats a question from long ago, "Is that a request?"
Harm leans in and whispers against her lips, "most definitely," before molding his lips to hers again. They begin to get lost in each other again, and Harm shifts to pull her closer, when he lets out a groan that sounds more like one of pain than frustration. Mac immediately pulls away, "Alright Sailor, turn over and lay down on your stomach."
Harm protests, "I'm fine, Mac."
She hops off the couch, and grabs some peppermint oil from her bag, "No you aren't, you are still hurting. I promised you a massage and I am going to give you one."
Harm rolls over onto his stomach as requested, while Mac is sliding the next movie into the DVD player. An action flick this time. However, she still hears him mumbling, "I think you just want to be able to stare at my sweet six to your heart's content."
Mac straddles the back of his thighs, cocking her head to the side, and leans down to whisper in his ear, "You might be right, it is definitely a fine specimen, indeed!"
She then reaches down, and gives his glutes a slight pinch, causing him to jump. He grumbles, "That wasn't very nice, Marine."
Mac pushes his shirt up so that she can work on his lower back, "Maybe. I just wanted to make sure it feels as nice as it looks, and it most certainly does!"
Harm's response is swallowed as Mac pours a generous amount of liquid on the sensitive skin just above his waistline. He twitches, "Jesus, Mac! That's freezing!"
She smooths her palms to evenly distribute the peppermint oil over his expansive back, "Oh hush, you big baby! I'll get it warmer in just a moment. I just have to rub it in."
She runs her hands up the insides of his shoulder blades, only to be deterred by his bunched-up shirt just below his neck. She scoots forward onto the lower part of his behind so she can reach a little better, "Harm, lift your head for a minute so I can take this shirt off."
He chuckles as he lifts his head and outstretches his arms, teasing "What's the matter, Mac? Am I not showing enough skin for you?"
Mac banters right back, pulling the shirt over his head, "Now that you mention it, no. I would like to see some skin I haven't seen beforeā¦."
Harm stammers as all his blood rushes south at her implication, "Umm."
Mac laughs, as she removes his shirt, tossing it to the side of the couch. She pushes his head back down on the couch, "Relax, Flyboy. I know you aren't up to maneuvers yet. Just let my magic fingers do the work, and we'll have you feeling better in no time."
Mac pours a little more oil into her hands, and spreads it out across his neck and shoulder blades. Once she is satisfied that it is evenly distributed, she begins her kneading at the base of his neck using smooth circles with her thumbs, and curling her fingers around the top of his shoulders. Trying to ignore the sensations running through her as she caresses his hard, muscular body and focusing more on easing his discomfort. She digs her right thumb into a rather prickly knot where his right shoulder meets his neck. Wanting to press a little deeper, she tells Harm to "inhale" as she applies more pressure holding it in for a few minutes, and then "exhale" as she begins to release. Feeling it loosen a little, but not quite as much as she wants it to, she says, "We're going to do that one more time." She slides her left hand up the nape of his neck, lightly running her manicured fingers through the base of his hair as she presses in hard "inhale", circling her thumb and holding the pressure, "exhale." She smiles, "That one feels much better now."
She hears a faint "uh huh" from him and she smiles. "I'm not putting you to sleep there, am I?"
Harm turns his head to the side, just now realizing that there is a movie playing on the television. He replies, "Nope, just feels fantastic. I never knew you had such strong soft hands. I could lay here for hours with you doing this, but then I probably would be asleep."
She moves her hands down in sweeping strokes from neck to waistband, "Just relax, Harm. Let Doctor Mac take care of you for once."
Harm groans, "I've had enough doctors for one day already, but Nurse Mackenzie will work just fine."
The rest of his thoughts are lost as he stops thinking, and just lets himself feel, taking him off to dreamland.
