((Mac's POV))
Harm said the word love. I wonder if that slipped or if it was intentional or not. His massage feels absolutely wonderful. Why can't I come home to this every night? Because you're too afraid to let him know how you feel, that's why. I should just get this over with. God, I'm like a little girl debating whether her classmate likes her or not. I'll say it.
((Rabb's POV))
I think I've created another awkward silence. Hopefully its more of a thoughtful silence. Or Mac fell asleep on me again. Mac swivels around so that she's facing me and her back rub ends. Her gaze wanders up from her bed to meet mine.
"I'm going to say something I should have told you a long time ago." My heat rate accelerates so fast that I think I'm having an arrhythmia. My stomach has lodged itself in my throat and I'm glad I'm not expected to respond to her statement verbally yet.
Suddenly her russet eyes break my gaze and look down onto the floor.
"No peeing on the carpet!" she exclaims suddenly and I think momentarily she's talking to me until I see Jingo hustle out of Mac's bedroom before the cripple can strangle him. Speaking of Miss Hop Along she's jumped up out of bed.
"Mac, sit back down you're going to hurt yourself!" I just up after her, following the hopping Marine out into the kitchen. She's still reprimanding her dog for going on the carpet.
"I just let you out a few hours ago. Uh… why Jingo why?" Limping over into her kitchen she retrieve a bottle of pet odor eliminator and a roll of paper towels. Damn! What was she going to say before Mr. Puddles sauntered into the room?
"Here, give me the paper towels." Taking them from her I put an arm around her and help Mac into the bedroom. Setting herself on the edge of the bed she watches as I clean up the wet spot.
"You don't have to do this you know - I can clean it up on my own. Really… here…" Before I can protest again she's on the ground next to me. The lights are still off in the apartment. Regardless I can still manage to make out the contour of her face. Her leg brushes up against mine and stops.
I don't care about the carpet. All I want to do is show Mac how in love with her I am. But first I want to know what her sentence was going to be.
"What did you want to tell me?" Our eyes meet for the hundredth time tonight. She's searching me. Probing. Digging for an answer. "Just tell me." I think I know already what she'll say. "Tell me."
Her eyes stopped searching at that moment. They had found what they were looking for and Mac spoke.
A/N: I'll make Mac say something if I get a bunch of reviews!!! Otherwise I could be an evil person and keep her silent forever and ever! Do you wanna know what she says!!???!!