First Impressions Part 2/11

Disclaimer - See part one for all important information

Harm pulled his lips away from Mac and looked in her eyes. "I love you, Sarah."

"I love you, Harmon." Mac met him in another kiss which was full of love. Harm wrapped her in his arms and held her. She wrapped her arms around his back and held on to him as if her life depended on it.

Harm rolled them so they lay on their sides. Mac's towel had slipped off of her sometime during their kissing, but luckily the sheet was wrapped around her. Harm moved one hand down to her cup her bottom and pull her even closer. Mac rested a hand on the small of his back while her other hand ran through his hair. Harm angled his body to slightly lie on top of her, but still mostly on his side.

Trish and Frank slowly walked through towards the bedroom. They carefully and quietly made their way up the stairs and into the bedroom. Once they reached the top stair they both looked into the room and their eyes nearly fell out of their heads.

Trish gasped slightly as she saw her son wearing only his boxer shorts with a naked woman in his bed. The woman had her hands on her son's body and touching him in ways that a woman should not be doing, especially when his mother was in the room. Trish took notice of Harm's hands and was upset to find them in places on this woman where an officer and a gentleman would not touch a woman. Before Trish knew an echo of "Harmon Rabb Junior!" covered the apartment.

Frank covered his eyes as the couple quickly broke apart from each other. They craned their heads to look at the two people standing in the doorway of the bedroom.

Harm and Mac were breathing heavily, with their hands now on each others hips. Harm stared at his mother before he noticed Frank standing off to the side. "Mom. Frank."

Mac turned her head around and looked at Harm and groaned. "Your parents." She carefully tugged the sheet and tried to cover herself better.

Trish took a deep breath. "So, Harmon, who is your friend?"

Harm looked at Mac, then his mother. "Umm, Mom, this is, ummm…"

Mac rolled her eyes at Harm and turned to his mother, careful not to show the woman anything. "Sarah."

"Hi, Sarah. I'm Harm's mother and this is Frank, his step-father."

"Hi," Frank said to Mac, feeling very embarrassed for the couple in the bed.

Mac gave them a nervous smile. "Nice to meet you both."

Trish opened her mouth to say something, but Harm cut her off. "Mom, Frank, can you two give us a few minutes to get dressed?"

Trish once again tried to say something, but Frank cut her off as he took her hand. "Good idea, Harm, we'll be in the living room."

"Thanks," Harm said as Frank led Trish out of the room, much to her dismay.

Harm and Mac watched Trish and Frank leave the room. Harm slowly turned to look at Mac. She slowly looked into his eyes. Harm smiled at her as he saw for the first time the fact that she was blushing with embarrassment. "That was interesting."

"Which part?" Harm asked as he tried not to laugh.

Mac thought for a second. "The part where you forgot my name."

Harm kissed her lightly. "I didn't know how Mom would react to me saying, 'Mom, this is Mac, the woman I love.'"

"Well, why don't we get dressed, then you can say that to her."

Harm smiled as he stood up from the bed. He grabbed a pair of jeans from the closet. He turned to say something to Mac, but once again he lost all functions to speak as he watched Mac try to secure the bed sheet around her.

"This is easier to cover me with then the towel."

Harm looked at the floor and saw the blue towel and muttered. "Damn."

"What?"

Harm wrapped his arms around her waist as she stood in front of him. "For about two seconds I thought I wasn't going to need that cold shower. Then I see you wearing this."

Mac kissed him soundly. As she ended the kiss she ran her hands down his bare shoulders. "Get a shirt on while I get dressed. I'm sure your parents have a few questions."

Harm released her and put a shirt on as Mac walked into the bathroom. He took a deep breath as he walked into the living room and saw Frank and Trish sitting on the couch. Frank rubbed his temples and looked embarrassed. While Trish sat with a disapproving look on her face and hostile body language oozing from her. "Do you two want some coffee?"

"That would be great, Harm," Frank said as Trish remained silent.

Harm went into the kitchen and turned on the coffee machine. He walked back into the living room, feeling like he was on trial. "Coffee should be ready in a few minutes. So, how was your trip down here?"

"Who is she, Harmon?" Trish asked bluntly.

"Sarah?" Harm said, not too sure of himself.

"Yes, this Sarah. Harmon, I thought after Renee you were going to stop dating and get your personal life in order," Trish informed her son.

Harm took a breath. "I did that and we just sort of happened."

"Just sort of happened. How does that sort of happen?" Trish felt herself getting upset.

"Trish, why don't you just calm down a little?" Frank suggested to her.

"Calm down! I don't think so, Frank."

"Mom, why are you so worked up?"

"We come over and find you in bed with a woman who's name you can't remember. She looks cheap, Harmon," Trish told the two men as she raised her voice.

"Mom, will you give Sarah a chance? I'm sure once you know you'll love her."

"Love her? Harmon, what is she, a cocktail waitress?"

"Mom!" Harm yelled, he took a breath to calm himself. "You don't even know her, don't judge her."

"Judge her. Harmon, her hands were all over you when we walked in," Trish stated.

Harm glanced at Frank and noticed he hadn't said anything. "Frank, do you have anything to say on this?"

Trish turned her heated gaze from Harm to Frank. "I have nothing to say till I hear your side of the story, Harm."

Harm gave Frank a relived look.

"How long have you been seeing this woman?" Trish asked.

"A month."

"Only a month and you're already having sex with her. You haven't known her long and you're already sharing your bed with her. She's a whore for doing that Harm," Trish stated.

Harm sat there his body full of rage and his mouth ready to rip into his mother for calling Mac a whore. He opened his mouth to start when he noticed Mac standing at the doorway of the bedroom. He looked at her face and saw the look of hurt in her eyes.

Mac quickly walked down the steps and into the living room. "Well, I have a lot to do today, Harm. So I better get going." She turned to face Trish and Frank. "It was nice meeting both of you."

Frank gave Mac an apologetic smile, while Trish glared. Mac walked over to the coat rack, grabbed her coat and purse. Harm joined her. "You don't need to leave."

"Yes, I do." Mac's eyes started to tear up.

"No, I want you to stay." He grabbed her hand.

"If I stay I'm liable to say something to your mother that would hurt her and you, and I won't do that."

"But she just called you a."

"I know, but I won't stoop to that level, I love you too much." Mac lightly kissed him.

"I love you and we'll talk later." He let go of her hand and Mac walked out of the apartment. He slowly closed the door and turned around to face his mother.

End Part 2