The Stalker Revisited 3
Author's Notes: I'm gonna pretend that Harm has a tv. I know that he doesn't get one til season 8, but I just wrote most of this before realizing that, and I'm too lazy to figure out a new way to do this. . .
'Think Marine think!' Then Mac just said the first thing that came to her mind. "It's nothing Harm. I just, I don't mind it right now, but" She had to think about what to say next. "But don't make it a habit. I don't want people at the office to start calling me Sarah." She said quickly. 'Stupid answer Marine, very stupid answer.'
Harm smiled, betting that there was something else to that comment, but deciding not to push her on it. "So what do you want to do today Mac?"
Mac felt a tinge of disappointment. 'Well, I guess that I'm back to Mac, not Sarah.' She sighed, a gesture that was not lost on Harm. "I don't know Harm. Maybe we could just lounge around your apartment, I'm not sure if I want to go back to mine yet."
"Okay, we can go to Blockbuster and rent a few movies if you want." Harm suggested. But he really had ulterior motives to watching a movie. He just wanted an excuse for holding her, the memories of the night before haunting him.
"That sounds great." Mac said, smiling. She couldn't wait; it had been awhile since just she and Harm had spent time together. Her relationship with Dalton, Harm's murder trial, there just hadn't been much time for the easy-going companionship they had found with each other. She was hoping that today they could regain some of what they lost in the past few months.
"I'll even take you to Beltway Burgers if you want." Harm said, cringing at just the mention of the name.
Mac smiled teasingly at him. "And what are you going to eat, Stickboy?" She playfully jabbed a finger into his chest.
"A salad? I'm sure that they must have one there." Harm said hopefully. Mac just smiled and shook her head.
"I wouldn't know Harm, I've never been interested in their salads." Mac said. Suddenly she looked down, remembering that she was still wearing his robe. "Umm, why don't I go and throw on some clothes, and then we can go."
Harm nodded. "Sounds good to me Marine." He watched as Mac retreated into his bedroom. Before things had gotten crazy between them, she used to stay the night a lot, so she actually had about three outfits that took up residence in Harm's closet. Harm smiled as he remembered the nights that they had spent together. Everything that happened was perfectly innocent of course, but Harm couldn't help but feel that she had belonged there with him.
A few minutes later Mac came out of the bedroom, wearing a baby blue t- shirt and denim shorts. Harm just stared at her like a lovesick teenager. That's usually what he was reduced to around her. "You ready to go?" She asked, not sure why Harm was staring at her like that.
Snapped out of his trance by her voice, Harm replied, "Yeah, sure." He hopped up from his place on the couch. He opened the door for Mac, and her body brushed against his as she walked past him. Both couldn't deny the electricity that was between them. It was going to be a long day.
An hour later. . .
"Why in the world did you rent all these slasher movies? Harm, why couldn't we have picked out some nice little chick flicks, or at least something without all the gore?" Mac looked at him accusingly.
"What the big bad Marine doesn't like horror flicks?" Harm asked teasingly. Secretly he hoped this was the case. "Cuz you know Mac, you could always just hide in my arms."
"Funny Flyboy, but I think I'll be okay. You said it yourself, I'm a big bad Marine." She playfully glared at him. 'Although your arms might not be such a bad place to be.' Mac thought to herself. 'Bad Marine, thoughts like that are going to get you in trouble!'
Harm popped the first video into the VCR of his small tv, and they curled up on the couch together, their closeness seeming natural. Sometime during the movie, all the gore managed to get to Mac, and she found herself pressed against Harm's chest by the end of the movie.
"Hey Marine, you okay? I don't want you waking up tonight with nightmares." Mac could feel his lips brush against her ear, his deep voice soothing her.
"No I think I'll be okay. Besides, I have a big strong Sailor to protect me." She said, a playful gleam in her eyes. She turned around, and leaned up and brushed her lips against his. "Yep, a big strong sailor." She whispered.
She abruptly got up, and headed towards the kitchen. She didn't know what she was doing there, but she needed something, anything, to distract her from the man on the couch. The gorgeous man whose arms had held her so close the past 24 hours. . . 'Marine, no! I've already said that those kinda thoughts are trouble! They are the last thing you need right now! Besides, he just thinks of you as a partner, as his best friend, nothing more, nothing less.'
'What the hell just happened here?' Harm asked himself, trying as hard as Mac to collect his thoughts. 'Did we really just kiss, or was my imagination toying with me again?' As he looked over at Mac in the kitchen, he decided that it was all real. 'Please don't let me have screwed up.' He prayed.
Harm decided that the best course of action was to just stay on the couch, and let Mac come back to him.
"Okay, deep breath Marine, just pretend like it didn't happen, see if he brings it up. If not, then everything will be back to normal.' Mac counseled herself. She was about to walk back, but a little voice spoke up in the back of her mind. 'But do you want everything back to normal?' She decided to ignore it.
She came back and sat down on the couch. "So, what's the next movie?" She asked.
A few hours later . . .
"Thanks for everything Harm, but I think that I should be heading home. I need to get comfortable there again." Mac said, getting up from the couch. Harm followed her to the door.
"Are you sure Marine? I really don't mind all that much having you here." Harm said, leaning against the doorframe, concern flooding his eyes. Mac smiled at him, while in her mind she was seriously considering saying, 'Just kidding! I'll spend a few more nights here with you!'
"Yes I'm sure Harm. I'll be fine, you'll be the first to know if I'm not." She smiled, leaning on the other side of the door. For a moment they just gazed at each other. Mac was first to break out of the trance. "I'll uh, I'll see you later, Harm."
Harm smiled as he opened the door. "Yeah, I'll see you later Mac." Mac turned around, and suddenly Harm called out to her again. "Hey Mac, wait!"
Mac turned around and before she knew what was happening, she found herself wrapped in Harm's arms, his lips lightly caressing hers. Before she had time to respond, the moment was over. "Drive safe Marine." Mac nodded slowly, her mind still comprehending it all.
She turned around, a bit dazed, and hit the button to the elevator. She turned back and looked at Harm, who was staring at her intensely. The elevator doors opened, and she reluctantly stepped inside, giving Harm a tiny wave. He smiled at her, and that was the last thing she saw as the elevator doors closed.
Mac leaned into one of the cool steel walls, wondering what in the world was going on.
Author's Notes: YEA! Another chappie! Aren't you excited? Please review...please? I have the next chapter written, but I think that I might wait to post it until I've written chapter 5....or maybe cuz I just like to be evil! Oh and just to let you know, I'm just posting this, without it being betaed or anything so....
Author's Notes: I'm gonna pretend that Harm has a tv. I know that he doesn't get one til season 8, but I just wrote most of this before realizing that, and I'm too lazy to figure out a new way to do this. . .
'Think Marine think!' Then Mac just said the first thing that came to her mind. "It's nothing Harm. I just, I don't mind it right now, but" She had to think about what to say next. "But don't make it a habit. I don't want people at the office to start calling me Sarah." She said quickly. 'Stupid answer Marine, very stupid answer.'
Harm smiled, betting that there was something else to that comment, but deciding not to push her on it. "So what do you want to do today Mac?"
Mac felt a tinge of disappointment. 'Well, I guess that I'm back to Mac, not Sarah.' She sighed, a gesture that was not lost on Harm. "I don't know Harm. Maybe we could just lounge around your apartment, I'm not sure if I want to go back to mine yet."
"Okay, we can go to Blockbuster and rent a few movies if you want." Harm suggested. But he really had ulterior motives to watching a movie. He just wanted an excuse for holding her, the memories of the night before haunting him.
"That sounds great." Mac said, smiling. She couldn't wait; it had been awhile since just she and Harm had spent time together. Her relationship with Dalton, Harm's murder trial, there just hadn't been much time for the easy-going companionship they had found with each other. She was hoping that today they could regain some of what they lost in the past few months.
"I'll even take you to Beltway Burgers if you want." Harm said, cringing at just the mention of the name.
Mac smiled teasingly at him. "And what are you going to eat, Stickboy?" She playfully jabbed a finger into his chest.
"A salad? I'm sure that they must have one there." Harm said hopefully. Mac just smiled and shook her head.
"I wouldn't know Harm, I've never been interested in their salads." Mac said. Suddenly she looked down, remembering that she was still wearing his robe. "Umm, why don't I go and throw on some clothes, and then we can go."
Harm nodded. "Sounds good to me Marine." He watched as Mac retreated into his bedroom. Before things had gotten crazy between them, she used to stay the night a lot, so she actually had about three outfits that took up residence in Harm's closet. Harm smiled as he remembered the nights that they had spent together. Everything that happened was perfectly innocent of course, but Harm couldn't help but feel that she had belonged there with him.
A few minutes later Mac came out of the bedroom, wearing a baby blue t- shirt and denim shorts. Harm just stared at her like a lovesick teenager. That's usually what he was reduced to around her. "You ready to go?" She asked, not sure why Harm was staring at her like that.
Snapped out of his trance by her voice, Harm replied, "Yeah, sure." He hopped up from his place on the couch. He opened the door for Mac, and her body brushed against his as she walked past him. Both couldn't deny the electricity that was between them. It was going to be a long day.
An hour later. . .
"Why in the world did you rent all these slasher movies? Harm, why couldn't we have picked out some nice little chick flicks, or at least something without all the gore?" Mac looked at him accusingly.
"What the big bad Marine doesn't like horror flicks?" Harm asked teasingly. Secretly he hoped this was the case. "Cuz you know Mac, you could always just hide in my arms."
"Funny Flyboy, but I think I'll be okay. You said it yourself, I'm a big bad Marine." She playfully glared at him. 'Although your arms might not be such a bad place to be.' Mac thought to herself. 'Bad Marine, thoughts like that are going to get you in trouble!'
Harm popped the first video into the VCR of his small tv, and they curled up on the couch together, their closeness seeming natural. Sometime during the movie, all the gore managed to get to Mac, and she found herself pressed against Harm's chest by the end of the movie.
"Hey Marine, you okay? I don't want you waking up tonight with nightmares." Mac could feel his lips brush against her ear, his deep voice soothing her.
"No I think I'll be okay. Besides, I have a big strong Sailor to protect me." She said, a playful gleam in her eyes. She turned around, and leaned up and brushed her lips against his. "Yep, a big strong sailor." She whispered.
She abruptly got up, and headed towards the kitchen. She didn't know what she was doing there, but she needed something, anything, to distract her from the man on the couch. The gorgeous man whose arms had held her so close the past 24 hours. . . 'Marine, no! I've already said that those kinda thoughts are trouble! They are the last thing you need right now! Besides, he just thinks of you as a partner, as his best friend, nothing more, nothing less.'
'What the hell just happened here?' Harm asked himself, trying as hard as Mac to collect his thoughts. 'Did we really just kiss, or was my imagination toying with me again?' As he looked over at Mac in the kitchen, he decided that it was all real. 'Please don't let me have screwed up.' He prayed.
Harm decided that the best course of action was to just stay on the couch, and let Mac come back to him.
"Okay, deep breath Marine, just pretend like it didn't happen, see if he brings it up. If not, then everything will be back to normal.' Mac counseled herself. She was about to walk back, but a little voice spoke up in the back of her mind. 'But do you want everything back to normal?' She decided to ignore it.
She came back and sat down on the couch. "So, what's the next movie?" She asked.
A few hours later . . .
"Thanks for everything Harm, but I think that I should be heading home. I need to get comfortable there again." Mac said, getting up from the couch. Harm followed her to the door.
"Are you sure Marine? I really don't mind all that much having you here." Harm said, leaning against the doorframe, concern flooding his eyes. Mac smiled at him, while in her mind she was seriously considering saying, 'Just kidding! I'll spend a few more nights here with you!'
"Yes I'm sure Harm. I'll be fine, you'll be the first to know if I'm not." She smiled, leaning on the other side of the door. For a moment they just gazed at each other. Mac was first to break out of the trance. "I'll uh, I'll see you later, Harm."
Harm smiled as he opened the door. "Yeah, I'll see you later Mac." Mac turned around, and suddenly Harm called out to her again. "Hey Mac, wait!"
Mac turned around and before she knew what was happening, she found herself wrapped in Harm's arms, his lips lightly caressing hers. Before she had time to respond, the moment was over. "Drive safe Marine." Mac nodded slowly, her mind still comprehending it all.
She turned around, a bit dazed, and hit the button to the elevator. She turned back and looked at Harm, who was staring at her intensely. The elevator doors opened, and she reluctantly stepped inside, giving Harm a tiny wave. He smiled at her, and that was the last thing she saw as the elevator doors closed.
Mac leaned into one of the cool steel walls, wondering what in the world was going on.
Author's Notes: YEA! Another chappie! Aren't you excited? Please review...please? I have the next chapter written, but I think that I might wait to post it until I've written chapter 5....or maybe cuz I just like to be evil! Oh and just to let you know, I'm just posting this, without it being betaed or anything so....