Grease Chapter Two
Author's Notes: I know it's taken awhile to post, but I'm just kinda having problems. I will try to finish this story! I swear!
Mac stood outside Harm's apartment. She didn't know why she didn't just knock on his door. It was no different than any other dinner that they had had in the past. 'It feels different.' Mac reasoned. She shook her head, disgusted with herself, and brought her hand up to knock. 'Sure you don't want to run?'
It was too late though. Harm opened the door, just as Mac was about to weigh her options. "Hey Mac! Just on time as usual. How do you do it?"
"Maybe one day if you're a good boy, I'll tell you." Mac said the words before her brain could filter them. She breezed past Harm into his apartment. 'Did I seriously say that?' She asked herself. "So, what are we doing tonight?"
Harm shook himself out of the clouds. 'A good boy? What's gotten into Mac?'
"Um we'll just eat dinner, and read through the script, maybe practice a bit, and I rented Grease just to get us into the mood." Mac nodded
"Sounds good to me." Mac said, flopping down on Harm's couch. Harm moved to the kitchen, adding last minute touches on their dinners.
"So since we're going to watch Grease, I'm guessing that you kept that TV that Webb (A/N: It was Webb, right?) left you." Harm walked out of the kitchen, carrying their plates.
"Yeah, I watch it sometimes. And from what I've concluded, the human race has way to much time on their hands." Mac laughed, and got off the couch.
"Yep, you pretty much hit the nail on the head with that one Rabb." Harm pulled out Mac's chair for her. "Thank you Commander. It's nice to know that there are still some officers out there that are still gentlemen." She gave him one of those smiles that made his heart beat a little faster.
He gave her a flyboy smile in return. 'He is so gorgeous!' Mac thought to herself. They ate, talking about anything and everything. Even after they were both finished, they continued talking. Mac loved that they were so close again. Maybe starting back at the beginning wasn't such a bad idea.
Harm took the dishes into the kitchen, and Mac wandered over to the TV, and popped in Grease. She made herself comfortable on Harm's couch and waited for Harm to come back. Harm came out of the kitchen a few seconds later, and settled himself on the couch.
He picked up the remote and started pushing random buttons. Mac watched with amusement. "Flyboy, do you know how to work one of those things?" She asked. He looked up sheepishly.
"No." Mac shook her head, and reached for the remote. Their fingers brushed as Mac grabbed the remote, and both felt the electricity from that simple touch. But they had ignored it for the past seven years, no need to acknowledge it now. Mac pressed the play button, and within seconds the movie started.
"Leave it to the Marines." She said, snickering. Harm stuck his tongue out at her, and then focused on the movie. By the end of the movie, Mac had somehow ended up between Harm's legs, with her back to his chest. When the movie was over Mac sighed.
"This is gonna be hard. I've always loved this movie, and now I have to try and reenact it? I'm gonna be horrible!" She moaned.
"Aw c'mon Mac, you're gonna be fine. Besides, we have a month or so to practice. You'll do great Marine!" He said encouragingly. "You want to try and go over the script a bit?"
Mac was so glad that he asked. She loved being close to him, and she didn't want this night to end. "Sure." Harm got up to get the scripts from his briefcase. She was silently running through any scenes that may need her and Harm to kiss. They would definitely get to those first.
Harm noticed the slight smile on Mac's face when he came back into the room. "Whatcha smiling about Mac?" He asked.
Mac blushed when she heard Harm's voice. 'This is one time where I'm very happy that he can't read my mind. I would be in so much trouble!' She thought. "Nothing Harm, never mind. So what do you want to practice first?"
They spent the rest of the night practicing. At 10:30, Mac finally realized what time it was. "I better go flyboy. I heard that there's a storm coming in, I should probably try to beat it." They both looked out the window. They could barely see anything through the flurries of white.
"I think that it's a little late to beat it now Mac." Harm joked. "You should stay here tonight. You take the bed, and I'll set up the couch." Harm headed towards his closet to get some extra sheets.
"I'm not taking the bed. Harm you're a good six inches, at least, bigger than that couch. If anything I should sleep on the couch."
"Mac I'm not letting you sleep on the couch!" Harm argued.
"And I'm not letting you sleep on it either!" Mac said.
"So if neither of us is sleeping on the couch. . . " Harm said.
Mac interrupted, "Then we both will have to sleep in the bed." Harm looked like a deer in headlights. "Come on Harm, we're both adults, we can share a bed. I mean it's not like we haven't shared close quarters together before. The Watertown, the Appalachians, Afghanistan. . . "
"Okay I get the point Mac. You're right, we're adults, we can handle sharing a bed." He hoped that they could handle it. He remembered the shock of electricity earlier that night. "Let me go get you something to wear." He then retreated to the bedroom. Mac sat back down on the couch.
'Oh boy, spending a night with Harmon Rabb. I'm not sure if I should be excited, or scared.' Mac thought. 'Sharing a bed with him. I can't let anything happen tonight, we're just now getting back to where we used to be, so long ago. I don't want to do anything to ruin that.' Just then, Harm came back into the room.
"Here you go Mac." Harm threw some sweats, and an Annapolis t-shirt at her. She held up the shirt, and raised an eyebrow.
"I bet that you just didn't have anything else did you?" She drawled sarcastically. Harm flashed her a flyboy grin.
"Well I have other things, but when else will I get to see a Marine in anything that says Annapolis?" Mac shook her head and started to mumble something about a "stupid Squid". "I could not get you anything to sleep in, if you'd prefer." Harm said, reaching for the clothes.
'Did I just say that? Stupid Rabb, stupid, stupid stupid.' He thought.
Mac's mouth was gaping. 'Well. . . ' Her devil voice spoke up. "No, no I'm fine squid. I'll deal." She said, when she recovered her voice. 'Remember your friendship, he's you best friend! Best friends do not sleep with each other!' She thought. 'Damn it!' Her devil voice spoke up again.
"Um, yeah, I'll just go change now." She stumbled over her words. Harm nodded, still kicking himself for the clothing comment. This was going to be a long night.
Author's Notes cont.: Okay, I know that, that was kinda weird, I honestly didn't expect it to go like that. Anyway, please review, tell me if I should keep going, what you liked, what you didn't like, anything!
Author's Notes: I know it's taken awhile to post, but I'm just kinda having problems. I will try to finish this story! I swear!
Mac stood outside Harm's apartment. She didn't know why she didn't just knock on his door. It was no different than any other dinner that they had had in the past. 'It feels different.' Mac reasoned. She shook her head, disgusted with herself, and brought her hand up to knock. 'Sure you don't want to run?'
It was too late though. Harm opened the door, just as Mac was about to weigh her options. "Hey Mac! Just on time as usual. How do you do it?"
"Maybe one day if you're a good boy, I'll tell you." Mac said the words before her brain could filter them. She breezed past Harm into his apartment. 'Did I seriously say that?' She asked herself. "So, what are we doing tonight?"
Harm shook himself out of the clouds. 'A good boy? What's gotten into Mac?'
"Um we'll just eat dinner, and read through the script, maybe practice a bit, and I rented Grease just to get us into the mood." Mac nodded
"Sounds good to me." Mac said, flopping down on Harm's couch. Harm moved to the kitchen, adding last minute touches on their dinners.
"So since we're going to watch Grease, I'm guessing that you kept that TV that Webb (A/N: It was Webb, right?) left you." Harm walked out of the kitchen, carrying their plates.
"Yeah, I watch it sometimes. And from what I've concluded, the human race has way to much time on their hands." Mac laughed, and got off the couch.
"Yep, you pretty much hit the nail on the head with that one Rabb." Harm pulled out Mac's chair for her. "Thank you Commander. It's nice to know that there are still some officers out there that are still gentlemen." She gave him one of those smiles that made his heart beat a little faster.
He gave her a flyboy smile in return. 'He is so gorgeous!' Mac thought to herself. They ate, talking about anything and everything. Even after they were both finished, they continued talking. Mac loved that they were so close again. Maybe starting back at the beginning wasn't such a bad idea.
Harm took the dishes into the kitchen, and Mac wandered over to the TV, and popped in Grease. She made herself comfortable on Harm's couch and waited for Harm to come back. Harm came out of the kitchen a few seconds later, and settled himself on the couch.
He picked up the remote and started pushing random buttons. Mac watched with amusement. "Flyboy, do you know how to work one of those things?" She asked. He looked up sheepishly.
"No." Mac shook her head, and reached for the remote. Their fingers brushed as Mac grabbed the remote, and both felt the electricity from that simple touch. But they had ignored it for the past seven years, no need to acknowledge it now. Mac pressed the play button, and within seconds the movie started.
"Leave it to the Marines." She said, snickering. Harm stuck his tongue out at her, and then focused on the movie. By the end of the movie, Mac had somehow ended up between Harm's legs, with her back to his chest. When the movie was over Mac sighed.
"This is gonna be hard. I've always loved this movie, and now I have to try and reenact it? I'm gonna be horrible!" She moaned.
"Aw c'mon Mac, you're gonna be fine. Besides, we have a month or so to practice. You'll do great Marine!" He said encouragingly. "You want to try and go over the script a bit?"
Mac was so glad that he asked. She loved being close to him, and she didn't want this night to end. "Sure." Harm got up to get the scripts from his briefcase. She was silently running through any scenes that may need her and Harm to kiss. They would definitely get to those first.
Harm noticed the slight smile on Mac's face when he came back into the room. "Whatcha smiling about Mac?" He asked.
Mac blushed when she heard Harm's voice. 'This is one time where I'm very happy that he can't read my mind. I would be in so much trouble!' She thought. "Nothing Harm, never mind. So what do you want to practice first?"
They spent the rest of the night practicing. At 10:30, Mac finally realized what time it was. "I better go flyboy. I heard that there's a storm coming in, I should probably try to beat it." They both looked out the window. They could barely see anything through the flurries of white.
"I think that it's a little late to beat it now Mac." Harm joked. "You should stay here tonight. You take the bed, and I'll set up the couch." Harm headed towards his closet to get some extra sheets.
"I'm not taking the bed. Harm you're a good six inches, at least, bigger than that couch. If anything I should sleep on the couch."
"Mac I'm not letting you sleep on the couch!" Harm argued.
"And I'm not letting you sleep on it either!" Mac said.
"So if neither of us is sleeping on the couch. . . " Harm said.
Mac interrupted, "Then we both will have to sleep in the bed." Harm looked like a deer in headlights. "Come on Harm, we're both adults, we can share a bed. I mean it's not like we haven't shared close quarters together before. The Watertown, the Appalachians, Afghanistan. . . "
"Okay I get the point Mac. You're right, we're adults, we can handle sharing a bed." He hoped that they could handle it. He remembered the shock of electricity earlier that night. "Let me go get you something to wear." He then retreated to the bedroom. Mac sat back down on the couch.
'Oh boy, spending a night with Harmon Rabb. I'm not sure if I should be excited, or scared.' Mac thought. 'Sharing a bed with him. I can't let anything happen tonight, we're just now getting back to where we used to be, so long ago. I don't want to do anything to ruin that.' Just then, Harm came back into the room.
"Here you go Mac." Harm threw some sweats, and an Annapolis t-shirt at her. She held up the shirt, and raised an eyebrow.
"I bet that you just didn't have anything else did you?" She drawled sarcastically. Harm flashed her a flyboy grin.
"Well I have other things, but when else will I get to see a Marine in anything that says Annapolis?" Mac shook her head and started to mumble something about a "stupid Squid". "I could not get you anything to sleep in, if you'd prefer." Harm said, reaching for the clothes.
'Did I just say that? Stupid Rabb, stupid, stupid stupid.' He thought.
Mac's mouth was gaping. 'Well. . . ' Her devil voice spoke up. "No, no I'm fine squid. I'll deal." She said, when she recovered her voice. 'Remember your friendship, he's you best friend! Best friends do not sleep with each other!' She thought. 'Damn it!' Her devil voice spoke up again.
"Um, yeah, I'll just go change now." She stumbled over her words. Harm nodded, still kicking himself for the clothing comment. This was going to be a long night.
Author's Notes cont.: Okay, I know that, that was kinda weird, I honestly didn't expect it to go like that. Anyway, please review, tell me if I should keep going, what you liked, what you didn't like, anything!