Harm emerges from the bedroom ten minutes later in a pair of jeans, and a black polo shirt with the buttons undone. His hair is wet and spiked up in multiple directions. He announces, "Shower is all yours, and you should have plenty of hot water."

Mac drains the rest of her coffee cup, and catching him in her peripheral vision she can't help but ask, "Did you stick your finger in a socket? I thought you tried to scramble your brains enough last night, I don't think you need to fry them as well."

Harm shakes his index finger at her, "Not all of us can look as beautiful as you do when we wake up in the morning. Some of us have to put in a concentrated effort to look good."

Mac walks up to him, and give him a quick kiss at his unabashed compliment. She snakes her fingers into his short locks trying to push some of them back down into place which she quickly realizes is a lost cause. Chuckling softly, she remarks, "Thanks. I'll be back in just a few minutes. We'll fix your little hair issue when I am done."

Harm pours himself a cup of coffee, and spits it back out immediately, remarking "Ugh! This is awful! This is worse than the diesel crap you make at the office!"

He can hear Mac laughing loudly in his room. She leans her head back out, "I told you I would get you back, Commander."

Harm groans, "How on earth did you make my coffee taste this bad?"

Mac smiles coyly, "Well, I made my cup first, and then I used Tiner's method for the rest of the pot."

He raises his brows to his hairline, "You didn't put a filter in?"

She grins just before pulling her t-shirt over her head, "Nope!"

Harm grabs a glass of orange juice to try and get the awful taste out of his mouth, and rubs his hand over his eyes to rid his thoughts of the half-naked Marine that was just teasing him. He can't remember the last time he had coffee that was that bad, and that is saying something since a certain Seal and Marine like their java along the same lines as jet fuel. Good to inhale, but not meant for digestion. He rinses out both his mug and the coffee pot, before brewing a fresh pot purposely making it Squid grade.

Mac comes back in the kitchen fully dressed in a pair of khaki pants and a red V-neck shirt before Harm has even finished whisking the eggs. Taking a quick glance at his watch, he can only stare at her in slight surprise, "How is it you are showered and dressed already?"

Mac smiles, "I am a Marine." Sliding her arm around his waist, she leans up and whispers, "However, when you are able to join me in my morning shower, I certainly hope we will be in there for longer than five minutes. Otherwise I might have to trade you in for a civilian."

Harm waggles his brows mischievously at her as he sets the bowl and spoon off to the side to concentrate on her, "Oh, you don't need to worry about that, honey. I can fly for miles before I require refueling, and if the water runs cold, I know just how to warm you back up."

Mac arches her brow in question, "Oh really?"

Harm teases, "Yep. I'll make you a fresh pot of coffee, and I'll even be nice enough to not leave the grounds in the pot!"

Mac smacks him playfully in the chest, "You sure know how to turn on the romance, Sailor!"

Harm gives her a Flyboy grin, and Mac brings her hand to her mouth laughing.

Harm inquires, "What?"

Mac laughs, "Well Flyboy, normally I love your smile, but at the moment you have coffee grounds stuck on the front of your teeth. It's a bit unattractive. I know that your hair resembles Einstein at the moment, but you don't need his teeth too!"

Harm banters, "And just how would you know what his teeth looked like? The man never smiled. But, now that I think about it, I might look good with a moustache."

Mac glances over to his picture on the shelf of him and his dad. She curves the sides of her mouth up, thinking about how that facial hair would feel rubbing against her body. Shaking those thoughts away, she remarks, "I think you would look quite handsome with a moustache, if your dad is any indication. But you have to promise to keep it nicely trimmed and not shaggy or curly!"

Harm laughs, "Like Navy regulations would ever allow that sort of thing anyway!"

Mac tilts her head from side to side, "True. I could see us going away for a week though and letting your facial hair grow out. I find goatees quite sexy!"

Harm smiles, "And here I thought you loved me clean shaven and baby faced. It's amazing how many years we have known each other and I am still finding out things about you I never knew before. You really are quite the mystery, Sarah. All most people see is the Marine, but you have so many different layers to you, and I plan to spend the rest of my life peeling back the rest of those layers."

Mac wraps her arms around him, getting lost in his azure gaze, and vaguely remembering the flowers he had sent to her, "I was wrong, you can be a romantic."

Harm leans down and whispers, "I have my moments" before kissing her deeply.

Mac breaks the kiss off when she swipes her tongue against the grounds left on his teeth, gasping, "Yuck!"

Harm raises his brows to his hairline, "Yuck? Since when is kissing me gross?"

Mac shrugs her shoulders, "When I taste coffee grounds!"

Harm rolls his eyes at her before heading off to the bathroom to go brush his teeth again, calling over his shoulder, "It's your fault, Marine!"

Mac thinks to herself, 'Yeah, yeah. And he left me to cook breakfast too! Domestic life with Harm will never be dull.'