Title: Ticking Clock (4/7) Author: Daphne Email: srtaborradora84@yahoo.com Spoiler: Anything up to and including "Standards of Conduct" Disclaimer: Don't own them Category: H/M Romance Rating: PG-13 Summary: Picks up where "Standards of Conduct" left off. What happens when Harm decides he wants to move up the 5-year deal? Author Note: Okay, so this is my very first attempt ever at writing fanfiction. Feedback is welcome but please by gentle. ((Gentle by good, lol))

((Mac's POV))

Valentine's Day Mac's Apartment

This past week has been the longest week of my life. I'm sure of it. I've tried to get Harm to cave several times about where he's taken me, but my attempts have been futile. He hasn't budged. He can be quite stubborn when he wants to be. But Friday is finally here. I rushed home from work so that I'd have plenty of time to get ready. Harm won't know what hit him. I smile as I look at the dress laid across my bed. It took me forever to find the perfect dress. Each time I tried one on, I imagined Harm's reaction to it. Finally I found this one. It's perfect and I know Harm will love it.

The dark emerald green material does wonders for my skin tone plus it brings out the color of my eyes. It's made material that is extremely soft to the touch. Its floor length but has a slit up the front the whole way up to my mid-thigh. It dips low in the front to show off my ample cleavage. It has a very open back and thin spaghetti straps. It hugs my body perfectly. I run my hand over the fabric and smile. Harm will love it.

I get a relaxing bath to try to calm my nerves and then begin the tedious process of getting ready. I add some curl to my hair and do my make up before returning to the bedroom. I decide against panty hose.don't want the seams. I slip the dress on and then the matching heels and look myself over once more in the mirror. Then the finishing touch, the perfume my flyboy gives me every Christmas. I smile. Tonight.tonight will be.wonderful.

He should be here any moment, if he's on time. I fiddle with my hair once more and then "patiently" wait for him to arrive. I almost jump out of my skin when I here the knock at my door. I'll give him credit.he was on time.