While Harm is still lost in a daze, Mac pushes off his chest and gets up to turn off the DVD player and the television. He knew he met his equal intellectually in Mac a long time ago. It's fantastic to feel that she is his match in physical aspects as well. Maybe it is just part of being in love, but it seems to run much deeper than that. He can feel it in his very soul how well they connect each time they touch, be it as simple as fingertips lightly touching or deep kisses. He can't wait to see how it feels when they are completely intimately connected in every physical way possible.

Harm catches his breath, and gets up to check to make sure that the door is locked and begins turning off the lights. They reach the steps to his bedroom at the same time, and Harm graciously motions for her to go first. Mac rummages through her sea bag to find the smaller toiletry bag she stuffed in there. Pulling it out, she tells Harm, "I'm going to brush my teeth, you are welcome to join me."

Harm walks into the bathroom with her, smiling at the simple normalcy of her invitation, even if it is his bathroom. By the time he gets in there, she already has her brush loaded with paste and in her mouth. As he puts the toothpaste on his own brush, he chuckles lowly.

Mac spits out a mouthful of green stuff, "What's so funny?"

Harm replies, "I've never been asked to do this before. It's a little unnerving how easy it feels to do this with you."

Mac spits out another mouthful, rinses her brush off, and doesn't even think twice before placing it in the holder next to the sink to dry. Rolling her eyes, she responds, "Harm, we're merely brushing our teeth next to each other, it's not like I'm asking you to shave my legs!"

Harm begins to choke on his mouthful of toothpaste. Mac pats his back as he spits it out. She quietly asks, "Are you okay?"

Rinsing his own brush off, and placing it next to hers in the stand he replies, "I'm fine. I just kind of like the idea of us doing domestic things together. I mean we've washed and dried dishes together many times, but this just seems a little more intimate. I can't really explain it."

Mac nods her head in agreement, "It is kind of nice. You're the first man I've ever actually allowed in the bathroom, well outside of the tub, with me."

Harm doesn't want to think about another man sharing a shower or bath with Mac. He rubs his hand over his five o'clock shadow and glances down at her sweat pant covered legs. He smiles, "Well, if you want me to actually shave your legs, you are going to have to put some shorts on. I can only roll the pants up far enough to reach your knee."

She smacks him lightly in the arm, "I was joking, Squid!"

Harm shrugs, "I have to shave myself anyways, it really wouldn't be a hassle to help you out."

Mac raises her brow in that quirky little way she does, "You're serious?"

Harm lowers his voice an octave, "Bring me the cream, and I shall lather you up, my darling."

Mac blushes immediately. The mere thought of him having a set jaw and the intense gaze of concentration that he gets when he is completely focused on something sends shivers through her entire body. Hearing what she can only assume is his 'bedroom voice' for the first time makes the liquid pool between her legs as well.

Trying not to think about how wonderful it would feel to have him shave her legs, she reaches up to run her fingers over his stubble. She quietly whispers, "You don't really have to shave either you know. I'm so used to seeing you clean cut and shaven all the time, and this is a nice change. I kind of like this somewhat rugged look on you. It's quite masculine."

Harm teases, "I won't shave if you don't want me to. However, if I don't, you aren't allowed to complain when my stubble tickles the back of your neck in the morning."

Mac grins evilly, "As long as your stubble is the only thing tickling the back of me in the morning, I think I'll be fine."

Harm furrows his brow, "What else would I be tickling you with?"

Mac gives him a pointed stare, with one eyebrow crooked, waiting until the meaning of her statement dawns on him.

He turns beet red as he looks downward and realizes what she means, "Oh! That!"

Mac laughs, "Yeah, that! Unless of course you are unlike most men and don't wake up with morning wood?"

Harm eyes glimmer with merriment as he answers, "I plead the fifth on that one, counselor. You will just have to feel for yourself."

Mac merely shakes her head at him. Waking up next to Harmon Rabb will definitely be an experience!

They walk out to his bedroom, and both stand still in front of the bed. Trying to break through the slight awkwardness of the moment, Harm inquires, "How would you like to do this? I don't want you to be uncomfortable."

Mac looks over at him, and can see the slight tremble in his fingers. He is as nervous about sharing a bed with her as she is about climbing into one with him. She asks, "which side do you normally sleep on?" He points to the side of the bed that is closest to the bathroom. She jokes, "Well, hop in and get comfortable."

Harm looks down at his attire. Since he turned up the temperature in his apartment to make Mac more comfortable, he will be drenched in sweat if he sleeps in sweatpants and a shirt.

Chuckling at his unvoiced dilemma, she states, "I know for a fact that you don't sleep nude, Harm. Or at least you didn't the last time I spent the night here. I won't be uncomfortable if you just want to sleep in boxer shorts."

Harm hesitates before quietly asking, "Are you absolutely sure about that, Mac?"

She rolls her eyes, "I'll be fine, Harm. I don't have roaming hands in my sleep!"

Harm sheds his outer clothing mumbling under his breath, "I hope I don't either."