The next three are a Battery Operated Boyfriend mini series from ages ago. 3 mini stories in total... Here's number one...

Title: Leave BOB at Home.

Summary: Harm finds that there are certain things some girls don't leave home without.

They were both exhausted, between the jet lag and having to spend four hours on base trying to sort who did what to whom, what they both needed was a hot bath and sleep, a lot of sleep.

Mac couldn't help her laughter as they trudged up the stairs to their hotel room, a jumbled Harm had always amused her. Somehow they'd befallen a conversation about teenagers and sex, a topic that bothered her beloved partner. "Hey, it's not funny. . . I mean, you know what it's like to have to talk to a TEENAGER about SEX, Mac?"

Stopping at the door to the room Mac turned and nodded. "You seem to forget that Chloe sometimes sees me as a mom. . .I've already had THAT conversation with her."

At that Harm made a face and shook his head. "What did you tell her?"

"Same thing you did, that she should wait. That it wasn't a decision to take lightly and that virginity is a gift and not something to be given away so recklessly." Mac smiled at the look of awe on Harm's face. "Or something like that." Chuckling, she yanked the keycard from his hand and opened the door.

"You know, this is new for us." Harm said, walking in after Mac, placing his bags by the TV.

"What is?"

Extending his arms, Harm turned around a few times and smiled. "In the past you and I would have gone ballistic if we had to share a room."

Grinning, Mac flopped on the bed and sighed. "Yea, well. . . we grew up, I guess." Turning to her side, she propped up her elbow, resting her head in her hand. "You still sleep on the right?"

Harm nodded slowly, "You still sleep on the left?"

"Yep." After turning to her back and stretching, Mac sat up on the bed and motioned towards the bathroom. "Wanna flip for it?"

Harm shook his head. "Nope, you can go first, I wanna have a crack at the case."

"Okay, but leave something for me." Heading towards her bag, Mac placed it on the edge of the bed and searched around for her toiletries and sleeping clothes. She was unaware, or at least, pretending to be unaware, of Harm's eyes on her. She could feel him drinking her in and she decided to enjoy it for what it was worth.

It took Harm a few minutes to shake himself out of whatever had captured him. "I'm losing it." With a sigh and a shake of the head, Harm stood and laid down on his side of the bed. He stared at the file for a moment, the case was going to be a real pain in the ass. Luckily, he and Mac were going to be on the same side during it. "Okay. . . Master Chief Pete Angel. . . blah blah blah blah. . . Narcotics. . ." Taking a highlighter, he proceeded to highlight the more interesting points of the information. As he began going through the paperwork, a light buzzing noise caught his attention.

Harm looked around the room, settling his gaze on the edge of the bed where Mac's bag lay. Just as suddenly as the noise began, it stopped. Harm placed his hands on his head and shook it slightly. "Losing it, Rabb. . . totally losing it." Chuckling, he proceeded on highlighting and not one second later, the buzzing began. Slightly annoyed, Harm placed the paperwork and highlighter on the nightstand. With a raised eyebrow, he watched Mac's bag for a full minute, before deciding to see what was going on. Slowly, he crawled to the end of the bed, getting on his knees in front of Mac's bag. He chanced a glance towards the bathroom door and, hearing water still running, decided to take a peak.

Harm took a firm hold of the zipper, and moved it across and downward. Just as he was about to look inside, his boy scout side was telling him other wise. He looked between the bag and the door to the bathroom. "Hmmm. . . decisions, decisions." He said, tapping his chin thoughtfully. "Awww hell . . . it's just Mac." He proceeded on fully unzipping the bag, then peaked inside.

With a silly grin, he pulled out a barely-there black bra and panty set. He glanced at them, imagining Mac with just those on. "Whew. . . getting hot in here." Setting them aside, he kept searching through the bag, finding creams, a first aid kit, more underwear, some shirts and finally, he reached the source of the buzzing. Using the tips of his index finger and thumb, Harm pulled out a vibrator. He glanced at it for a moment, slightly amused at how the contraption gyrated. Holding it firmly in his hand, he searched for an off button. Finding none, Harm scratched his head in confusion. "How the hell do you turn this stupid thing off?"

"What was that?" Mac called from the bathroom, startling Harm who hadn't realized he'd spoken so loud.

"NOTHING." He yelled back, perplexed that the gadget seemed to take a life of its own. As the vibrator gyrated faster, it became impossible for Harm to find a way to shut it down. In fact, it was vibrating so fast that it fell from his hands, bounced off the bed and scurried across the floor, stopping just in front of the bathroom door. "Oh shit." Harm said, stumbling to his feet and racing towards it, only to trip on his own feet and land just in front of the still gyrating vibrator.

As he reached his hand to grab the gadget, he heard the bathroom door open and cringed. He was busted. "Uh, Harm?" There was no irritation in her voice, nor was there embarrassment, just confusion. "Mind telling me why you are laying on the floor with BOB?" She should have been embarrassed and pissed off, but she was neither. It was actually very amusing to see Harm laying on the floor right in front of a working vibrator.

Harm banged his head softly onto the floor then raised his head to look up at Mac. "Uh. . . Bob?"

Squatting down, Mac took the vibrator, moved her hand down to the shaft and twisted the end to turn it off. "Yea, BOB, Battery Operated Boyfriend." She accentuated each word, speaking to him as if he were a total moron. "So what were you and BOB doing? Is there something I should know?"

Harm stood up and followed Mac towards the bed. Grabbing her bag, she casually stuffed BOB to the bottom and turned to him. He was still trying to come up with some sort of answer. "I. . .uh, well. . . umm. . ."

With a raised eyebrow, Mac moved her arms across her chest and just stared him down. "Well?"

Throwing his hands up in the air, he decided to fess up, not like he could have talked his way out of that one anyway! "Well, I was laying in bed, reading the paperwork when something starts buzzing. . . and well, I umm. . . found. . .a vi. . vibr. . umm, what was it you called it again?"

"BOB?" She offered with a grin.

Nodding, he continued. "Yea BOB!. . ." Swallowing hard, he avoided making eye contact with her, already aware that his cheeks were turning bright red. "He. . .I mean, IT was umm. . . buzzing, or whatever it does, so I was trying to. . .uh. . shut it off. . .and it, well it. . .umm. . got away from me."

Mac couldn't hold it anymore, a second after his explanation she broke out laughing, hard. "I should be pissed at you. . . but the look on your face as I came out of the bathroom and you were laying with BOB on the floor was just. . . well, priceless."

"Gee, thanks, Mac. . . embarrass me more, whydontcha?" Sitting on the edge of the bed, he looked up at her and smiled. "Do you always carry that around?"

Mac shrugged, "Hey, a girl needs to relax somehow."

"There are OTHER ways to relax, Mac." Harm said, deepening his voice so that that the innuendo of his sentence could be perfectly understood.

Mac took the innuendo for all that it was worth and ran with it. "OTHER ways?" There was a playful gleam in her eyes that captured him completely.

Standing, Harm came right up to her and grinned. "I can show you some OTHER ways and can even guarantee that I'll put BOB to shame."

It was the arrogance and cockiness of the his words that cracked any resolve Mac was trying to build up. If he wanted to play, well, she was going to play as well. Marines never backed down from a battle. "Now that, I'd like to see. . . what do you have in mind Commander?"

"Well," That grin of his just widened as she stood up the challenge and kept the ball rolling. Things were starting to get very interesting. "It starts with this." Dipping his head down, Harm took her lips with his, kissing her with fervor. His hands slid from her hips upwards. Through the fabric of her t-shirt, he traced the swell of her breast and was mildly surprised, when Mac lifted her arms, allowing for him to take her shirt off. She wasn't wearing a bra. "Umm. . . Mac." He said with a growl, drinking in the sight of her naked breasts. He took one in his hand and dipped his head down, swirling his tongue around her nipple.

"Ummm, Harm." Mac moaned, as she held his head towards her, tangling her fingers in his brown locks.

Holding on to her hips, Harm licked between the valley of her breasts and downwards to Mac's abdomen. His fingers traced the hem of her sweat pants as he looked up, silently asking for permission which came in the form of a sultry grin. Hooking his fingers to the waist band, he took both the sweats and panties off in one shot, leaving her completely naked in front of him. Harm sat back on the heels of his feet and glanced up at her. He'd always figured she'd be good looking, but somehow, that term seemed lame. She was, "Perfect." Without another word, he nudged his head between her legs. The moment his tongue flicked her clit, Mac felt she would lose it. Harm groaned when Mac's fingernails dug into his shoulders as she held herself up for support. Chuckling, he stood, pulled her towards the bed and laid her down. Harm took a moment to remove his blouse and undershirt and then joined Mac on the bed.

His hands began roaming up her inner thighs, completely ignoring what he had just licked a moment earlier. His hands moved up her legs, over her sex and then downwards again. He ran his nails gently over her skin, grinning at the goose bumps that appeared. He took a breath and blew over her clit, hearing Mac whimper at the lack of contact that she wanted so badly. Not wanting to make her wait any longer, his head came down on her. He licked at her with long strokes, stopping ever so often to nibble on her swollen bud. He took her into his mouth, sucking at her while his fingers moved in and out of her wet folds.

"Harm. . ." Biting her lower lip, Mac felt the oncoming wave of orgasm. "Don't stop. . . please, don't stop."

Obeying her commands, Harm gripped tightly to her hips to prevent Mac from moving around too much and continued his assault on her clit. He felt her muscles tighten and release his fingers, followed by loud staccato cries of pleasure. Once she came, he lapped her juices, then laid his head on her abdomen, looking up to find Mac spent and with a silly grin on her face. "Sooo. . . are you relaxed?"

Mac placed her arm over her eyes, laughing slightly at the delicious orgasm he had given her. "Oh yea. . .I don't think I can move any time soon. . ."

Grinning, Harm moved up farther on the bed to lay next to her. Reaching his hand out, he traced circles on her stomach. "Have I put BOB to shame? I am sure BOB can't do that tongue thing I do."

"BOB? BOB Who?" Chuckling, Mac managed to turn over to her side, his gaze holding her captive.

With a cocky grin, Harm motioned towards her bag. "You know, it's a funny story of how my girlfriend and I FINALLY got together. . . It all had to do with BOB." He chuckled at his own joke, which, he had to admit, was pretty funny.

"Girlfriend, huh?" Mac asked with a raised eyebrow. She couldn't contain the smile on her face even if she tried. "Being a little presumptuous aren't you?"

"Yea, girlfriend. . . I mean, after what I just did to you. . .I'd say we passed the point of just plain ol' friendship." Leaning forward, Harm kissed her softly, then broke away to read the look in her eyes. "Does that bother you?"

"No, in fact, next time we go on an investigation together, remind me to leave BOB at home." With a chuckle, Mac pushed him onto the bed, kissing him hard.