A/N:For Joan, who requested a "morning after" piece to the Oats story. Here it is.

Oats: There's Got to Be A Morning After

Mac walks into Harm's room, wearing only the white button-down shirt from his dress blue uniform, which was discarded on the floor when they tumbled into bed last night. She is carrying two fresh cups of coffee, but Harm's eyes are fixated on the visible cleavage that is barely contained in the shirt. Granted, he normally wears a much larger size than she does, but her ample breasts are still threatening to spill out of the shirt.

Harm smiles, noticing that it is still fairly dark in his room. The only visible light is coming through the louvred tiles from his kitchen. He says, "Good morning. What time is it?"

Mac hands him a cup of coffee, "5:41 am."

Harm takes the proffered cup, "Thank you. I was right, that shirt does look good on you in the morning."

Mac furrows her brow, "Harm! I can't believe you remember saying that. You made that comment several months ago."

Harm grins, "So? Just because I had to wait for my little brother to find a place of his own before you could stay the night doesn't mean I haven't fantasized about you wearing that shirt since I said it."

Mac sets her cup of coffee on the nightstand, and straddles Harm's waist. He can feel the moisture between her legs through the thin sheet that is currently covering him. "Oh really, dare I ask what else I have been wearing in your other fantasies?"

Harm reaches over and sets his cup down too. Who needs caffeine when you have a half-naked Marine on top of you that is perfectly capable of waking you up in other ways? He chuckles, "Well someone is certainly feeling their oats this morning."

She gives him the perfect view as she starts to undo the tiny white buttons. She only gets two of them undone before Harm sits up and wraps his arms around her waist, nuzzling her between her breasts. The scruff on his chin tickles her sensitive flesh, but she can't keep a moan from escaping when he turns his head and licks her right nipple. He brings one of his hands around, and unbuttons the next two buttons to sneak his hand inside and knead her other breast.

He mumbles against her breast, "Do we have time for this?"

Mac loses all rational thought as he scrapes his teeth against her nipple before suckling it into his mouth. Her only reply is, "Mmmm?"

Harm removes his head from its current position and whispers against her lips, "We might not have enough time for this, a shower, and breakfast. After all, I seem to recall being told that you expect a man to make you breakfast when you spend the night with them."

Mac leans forward, pushing her breast more firmly into his hand, and starts nibbling on his pulse point, then his chin, and then his lower lip. She breathlessly says, "Well, we could move this to the shower so that we can save a little time, and then we would still be able to have breakfast. However, if you make me oatmeal, you might never get woken up like this again."

Harm delves his tongue into her mouth, engaging hers in an erotic dance. He finishes unbuttoning the shirt she is wearing, leaving it open to his hungry gaze. He snakes his hands under her bottom, and pulls her flush against him, crushing her breasts against his bare chest. She starts grinding her hips against his growing erection, and he moans loudly into her mouth. He spreads her butt cheeks, and parts her folds from behind, slipping a finger inside her slick channel. He gently strokes her in tune with every rotation of her hips. The friction, quickly gaining in intensity, and threatening to spin out of control, and he is soon rock hard with anticipation.

The feel of Harm's solid length against her clit feels positively wonderful. She lifts her hips away for a moment, to remove the sheet; that last remaining barrier between them. When she lowers herself to make contact again, Harm slips another finger into her. She starts to grind against him again, feeling every delicious ridge of his arousal sliding perfectly against her lubricated folds.

He curls his fingers inside of her, and she explodes. He continues to stroke her as she comes down from her high. He slowly removes his fingers, and grabs his engorged member, placing the broad, blunt tip at her entrance. He slides in, just a couple of inches, and her muscles immediately contract against him. He slides out, and pushes in a little further this time. Mac moans, as he slides out again, and thrusts his full length into her this time.

Their foreplay has already worked him into a fevered pitch. He rolls them over, and starts thrusting in and out of her at a frenzied pace. When he feels her muscles begin to spasm around him, he brings his fingers to her nub, and rubs circles in time with his thrusts. The pressure of him filling her, and against her clit is all it takes. A simultaneous scream of "Harm" and groan of "Sarah" can be heard as they climax together.

He rolls over, pillowing her on top of his chest, while he waits for his breathing to return to normal. He asks, "Hey Mac, since I'm not allowed to make Oatmeal, does that mean you are opposed to Oatmeal cookies too?"

He swats him playfully on his abs, "Ugh, Harm!" She rolls to her side, and gives him a quick kiss, and tells him, "As long as I have fairy dust it will be fine."

Harm inquires, "What would you need fairy dust for?"

Mac smiles, "So that I can turn the oatmeal cookie into a chocolate chip cookie."

Harm frowns, "Oh, and here I thought you wanted wings so you could fly like me."

She leans overs and whispers seductively in his ear, "I prefer to fly WITH you."

Harm turns toward her and happens to catch the time on his alarm clock. He throws her over on the other side of the bed, "Ok, you can fly with me later, right now we need to get dressed or the only thing we will be flying is the next transport to Iceland. We're going to be late! How come your internal clock didn't let us know that?"

Mac chuckles, "You rang its bell, so it went into snooze mode."