A/N: Blame the movie Dodgeball for this one. I don't own the rights to that, or the rights to any of the songs mentioned either. The songs referenced will be at the end. However, the idea of Harm trying to dance to hip hop music just made me giggle. I hope you find some humor in it also.

Milkshake

Mac leaves Harm's loft and heads down to her car. She has to leave early this morning for a meeting with a witness in Quantico. However, the moment she reaches the ground floor, she realizes that she forgot her parking pass for the base. She gets back in the elevator, and heads back up. Before she even reaches the door, she hears some rather unusual music coming out of Harm's apartment.

She opens the door and immediately covers her mouth to the sight that greets her. "Milkshake" is playing on the stereo, and Harm is against the sink, shaking up his protein shake in tune to the music while simultaneously trying to dance with his hips. His movements look more like he is trying to resolve a back spasm than any form of dancing.

Harm feels the hairs on the nape of his neck stand up, and he immediately stops moving and turns around with a sheepish grin on his face, "Uh, Hi Mac. I thought you left already."

Mac bursts out laughing, "I did, but I forgot my parking permit."

Harm, thoroughly embarrassed, states, "Um. This is isn't what it looks like."

She smiles, "I'm sure it isn't. I didn't even realize that you knew that song."

Harm blushes, "Yeah, it was just what was on the radio. And it went with my breakfast. You know, this stuff I drink that you claim has to be one of the grossest substances on the planet."

Mac laughs as she quirks her eyebrow at him, "Yep, that rates right up there with oatmeal! You do know what that song is about, right?"

Harm rolls his eyes, "Yes Mac, I do. I wasn't born in a barn! And you do have a habit of bringing all the boys to the yard."

Mac shakes her head at him, "Harm, we work in Falls Church, not the Navy Yard."

Harm grins, "Doesn't mean your appeal isn't wooing them from the Navy Yard to Falls Church."

Mac walks over to him and gives him a quick kiss with a slight bit of sass, "I'm already taken. By the way, sweetie, I know from personal experience that you know how to move your hips much better than that."

He didn't think he could get any redder, but he sure did at her insinuation. He ducks his chin into his chest, "Can we just forget about this?"

Mac smiles widely, "Nope. No way, no how, nowhere. But I do have to get going. We will work on your moves later tonight Casanova."

Later that evening…..

They have just finished up dinner and discussing their respective days. Mac's trip to Quantico took her a little longer than she expected, and she hadn't been able to get back to JAG before the day was done. However, she did make a quick stop on the way home to pick up a CD with some flavorful music.

She walks over to the stereo and plops her recent purchase into the CD player.

Harm groans loudly from the table, "Maaaccc! I'm not doing this right now. I've got dishes to wash." He picks up several dishes and walks over to the sink where this whole mess started this morning.

Mac promptly stalks over to him and places her fingers in his belt loops pulling him not so gently back towards the living room. She laughs, "Oh yes we are, Flyboy. You already have the moves; I just need to show you how to use them in time to the music. I can teach you, and I won't even charge you for the lessons. After all, I can't let Bud or Sturgis see you dance like that! They will think you need a visit to a chiropractor."

Harm's eyes go wide, "I will not be bumping and grinding to any music in any vicinity of Sturgis or Bud! Or any other member of the male species for that matter!"

Mac flops down on the leather sofa in a huff, "Fine! But if you plan on swiveling your hips with me anytime soon, you'll do as I ask."

Harm lets out an exasperated sigh. Giving in will just be easier in the long run, even if he is going to look like a stumbling idiot in the process. He relents, "Where do you want me?"

Mac grabs his hands, and places him in the middle of the room. She then stands in front of him, and turns around presenting her rear to him, and tells him "Place your hands on my waist."

Harm glances down to the jean clad apple bottom in front of him and can't resist giving her right cheek a quick squeeze.

Mac jumps, and glares over her shoulder, "I said my waist, Harm!"

Harm gives her an unrepentant grin, "I know, but I liked my choice better."

Once he complies, she pushes her derrière in direct line with his crotch, and starts moving her hips in a circular motion in tune with the beat "All I wanna do is zooma zoom zoom." Every time she rotates, she is rubbing against his quickly hardening arousal.

Harm grunts, "Mac! If you want me to try and dance you are going to have to stop doing that. Otherwise, I will have to carry you to the bedroom for a different type of dance."

Mac chuckles, "Hush, Sailor. Let your hands feel my movements, and start moving your hips in time with mine."

Harm lets the music seep through him, trying to work his hips in time with hers, but his movements are coming out all jerky. He flops his arms to his side, aggravated, "I can't do this Mac. It's just not working! I don't feel it. I'm not some kind of Magic Mike here you know!"

Mac steps away from him for a moment, and decides to try a different tactic, turning so that she is facing him instead. She steps toward him, kicking his legs until they are shoulders' width apart, and stands between them so that her entire body is flush against him. She wraps her arms around his neck, and starts to nibble on his ear slightly, and whispers, "No you're not. He may dance quite well, but I would take you in the bedroom over him any day."

She slides her hands down his back, and grasps both of his cheeks in her hands pulling him completely towards her. She places her lips just so that she is barely touching his, and whispers a verse in the song currently playing, "Come and get me."

Harm closes the last piece of distance, and starts kissing her, deeply and lovingly. He closes his eyes, lost in the kiss, his hips start swaying against hers of their own accord. This kind of dance he knows how to do, there is just usually a whole lot less clothing between them when they move like this. Before he knows it, they are swaying side to side, and moving up and down in tandem with both each other and the music.

Mac reluctantly pulls away from his lips, and looks into his aqua eyes that are glazed over with desire. She says, "Don't look now, Harm, but you're dancing."

He looks down and notices how perfectly their movements flow together, like they are two halves of the same whole. Not that he didn't already know that, but it surprised the hell out of him that they can move this well together outside of the bedroom. He looks deeply into her chocolate orbs and notices the same desire in hers that he feels himself. He nods toward the bedroom, and whispers, "Can we move this in there now?"

Mac thinks for a moment, then gives him a sultry smile, "Not yet. Just one more dance. A slow one this time." She grabs the remote and hits the skip button until she reaches the track she wants. She walks back over to him, and wraps one arm around his neck and rests her other hand on his chest. He in turn, wraps his arms around her as they sway to the beautiful slow sounds of the music. Before the first verse is finished, Mac has started unbuttoning his shirt. He asks, "Mac, what are you doing? I thought we were having one last dance."

Mac places a finger on his lips, "Shh, and just listen."

The chorus of the song beings, as she starts moving him in a circle towards the bedroom, "I'll make love to you, like you want me to."

Harm thinks to himself that he couldn't agree with the lyrics of this last song any better, 'It's gonna be a long night."

"Milkshake" by Kelis

"Rump Shaker" by Wrecks N Effect

"Yeah" by Usher

"I'll Make Love to You" by Boys II Men