Disclaimer: Don't own them, and never will.
Summary: After Harm's "gift" of a dance, Mac decides to return the favor.
Rating: PG-13
Friday Night
Harm's Apartment
Mac turned the key in the lock. Good. I beat him here, Mac thought to herself.
She had slipped out of JAG headquarters about fifteen minutes before Harm's usual departure time. She locked the door behind her.
Meanwhile, she had a few preparations to make before he got to the apartment. She changed out of her uniform into something more appropriate, and put a CD in the player. She lit a few candles and turned off the lamps.
The doorknob turned, and Harm walked in.
Harm squinted as he walked through the living room. Then his eyes finally adjusted to the dim lighting and he saw Mac leaning against the kitchen counter.
"Have a seat," she said in a throaty whisper. Harm was too startled to do anything but obey. From behind her back, Mac hit "play" on the CD remote and the music began.
Gimme a beat!
She danced toward him, wearing a black satin teddy, fishnet stockings, and a biker cap.
Sittin' in the movie show
Thinkin' nasty thoughts
Better be a gentleman
Or you'll turn me off she waggled a finger at him
That's right, lemme tell it
Nasty, nasty boys, don't mean a thing
Oh you nasty boys
Nasty, nasty boys, don't ever change
Oh you nasty boys
I don't like no nasty girl
I don't like nasty food She rolled her eyes at him and whispered, "You know what I'm talking about."
The only nasty thing I like
Is a nasty groove
Will this one do?
Uh huh, I know... say...
Nasty, nasty boys, don't mean a thing She strutted in front of him and swung and gyrated to the beat
Oh you nasty boys
Nasty, nasty boys, don't ever change
Oh you nasty boys
Nasty, nasty boys, gimme a nasty groove
Nasty, nasty boys, lemme see your nasty body move She pulled Harm up to a standing position and danced up and down his body
I could learn to like this, listen up ...
I'm not a prude, I just want some respect
So close the door if you want me to respond
Cause privacy is my middle name
My last name is control Harm muttered, "Now that's a shock," and then winked at Mac.
No, my first name ain't baby,
It's Janet... Ms. Jackson if you're nasty
Nasty, nasty boys, don't mean a thing
Oh you nasty boys
Nasty, nasty boys, don't ever change
Oh you nasty boys
Nasty boys don't mean a thing
Oh you nasty boys don't mean a thing to me
Nasty ... don't mean a thing
Oh you nasty boys
(I like this part)
During the musical interlude, Mac pushed Harm back down on the sofa and proceeded to give him a lap dance as good as any "professional."
Hey! Who's that thinkin' nasty thoughts? Nasty boys!
Who's that in that nasty car? Nasty boys!
Who's that eatin' that nasty fruit? Nasty boys! And she grabbed some grapes and began feeding him.
Who's jammin' to my nasty groove? Nasty boys!
Ladies? Nasty boys don't mean a thing
Oh you nasty boys...
After the music stopped, Harm pulled her to him and kissed her. "What a great surprise! What brought this on?"
"If you remember, a few weeks ago, someone was kind enough to brighten my day. I thought I'd return the favor."
"And do you remember what happened after the 'favor'?" Harm began nuzzling her cheek.
"Of course ..." her voice was muffled as they began kissing again.