Disclaimers: Nope. They're not mine... Oh, how I wish they were...
A/N:I have no idea where the inspiration for this piece came from... But come the inspiration did, and so, I wrote... And man, I loved writing this!!
"Through Thick and Thin"
Part Six
This is love. I have no idea where this man is taking me, and I don't care. The journey doesn't matter, what matters is who is taking me on this journey. What matters is the look in his eyes, the smile on his face... I think we're lost, but we're holding hands, so the fact that we have passed this place three times already is irrelevant. We have driven for miles and miles, carried on random conversations, laughed, remained silent... It's nice to not have to worry about what the silence between us means. It's nice to have him here next to me, even though I am now thoroughly convinced that he has no idea where we are, and it's nice to know that at the end of the day, the only thing that will be between us are the sheets...
He mumbles something under his breath and I swear it sounds like "maybe I should stop and ask for directions". I smile. He laughs out loud and I laugh.
"You know, I think we're lost." He admits, as if I don't already know...
"Well, you can always do the unmanly thing and stop and ask for directions." I say, teasing him.
"I guess I could do that." He says, looking around and finding a Handy Mart, he pulls in.
"While you're in there, you can pick me up two blueberry muffins and a cup of fresh coffee. You forgot to feed me." I say, laughing as he shakes his head and gets out of his SUV.
He walks a little ways towards the store before stopping and turning around. He jogs back over to the SUV and motions for me to roll the window down. I oblige.
He smiles before leaning in and giving me a kiss.
"I love you." He says, smiling at me.
"I love you more." I tell him.
"That's impossible..." He assures me, leaning in for another kiss. "I'll be right back."
"Don't forget my muffins and coffee!" I yell, laughing as I watch him walk into the store.
A few minutes later he returns, somehow managing to carry two bags and two cups of coffee. I have no idea how hungry he thinks I am..
"We're way off course. I headed south when I should have headed north. Well, that and I took a few wrong exits.. Other than that, we're okay." He says, and I laugh.
"Did you get one of everything?" I tease, opening the first bag he hands me. In it is a cute little monkey. "What's this?" I ask, pulling the monkey out and laughing.
"For some strange reason, it reminded me of you. Press his hand and he'll talk to you." He says, fastening his seat belt and laughing.
I do as I'm told.
"Fuck you." The monkey says.
"Oh, shit, that's not what he's supposed to say!" Harm says, wide-eyed and shocked. I laugh and press his hand again.
"Eat shit." The monkey says, his voice different this time.
"It's one of those record your own message things, I had no idea that stuff was recorded, Mac.." He explains, his face turning red.
"You're ugly and you smell like butt." The monkey says in a little kid voice.
"Harm, so far you've told me to eat shit, you've said that I'm ugly, and you've told me that I smell like butt." I say, watching him shake his head in disbelief.
"I swear I recorded a message on that damn thing... Keep pressing his hand and maybe it will play it. I think the tag says it will store ten messages." He tells me, laughing a little.
"If you're listening to this right now, you suck!" The monkey says, his voice that of a young teenage girl.
"God, Mac.. I'm sorry.. I guess I should have thought about the possibility of people having recorded stuff like that." He says, and I laugh at him.
"I think this is great.." I tell him, laughing as I press the monkey's hand again.
"My mom tells me to wash my ass, my dad says I've got no class, I start out first and finish last, but at least I've got these balls of brass." The monkey says in a woman's voice.
We both laugh at the stupid little rhyme and I press his hand again.
"Looking for a good time? Call 252-830-9596."(A/N: yes that's an actually telephone number.. Hehehe..) The monkey says, and Harm and I just exchange glances. I press his hand again.
"I touch myself in public." The monkey says, and once again Harm and I are laughing.
"I'm a bad monkey... if you spank me I'll spit at you!" The monkey says, and Harm laughs. I shake my head.. Men..
"Do you have mirrors in your pockets? Because I can see myself in your pants.." The monkey says, and I laugh. Harm smiles at me.
"Okay, so this one has to be my message." He says, reaching over and pressing the monkey's hand.
I hear what sounds like a fart and I can't help it, I start laughing even harder.
"Damn it, this is not funny." He says, starting the SUV and getting back out on the road.
"Harm, this is quite possibly the cutest thing anyone has ever given me." I tell him, smiling and hoping I get to his message soon. I press the monkey's hand and hear someone making monkey noises.
"It wasn't supposed to be cute. It was supposed to be sweet and thoughtful." He tells me.
I can tell that he's a little upset and so I take a muffin out of the second bag and start eating it. I finish the muffin and take a few sips of my coffee, giving the monkey a rest for awhile. Harm is obviously not amused by the monkey's crude banter.
"I'm just going to keep pressing his hand until I get to your message." I promise him. I press the monkey's hand and listen.
"Hey, Mac. I love you. And I know I love you more than you love me because I love you more than I love flying, more than I love the Navy." The monkey says in Harm's voice.
"You know, before I went in the store, we were arguing about who loved who the most... I wanted to settle the argument once and for all." He says, frowning.
"Aww, Harm.. That's the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me... I love you too." I tell him, leaning over and planting a kiss on his cheek.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah.. The moment was ruined by the monkey's previous statements, but oh, well.. Okay, so now we're heading north. Help me watch for Exit 71, will you? If we miss it this time, we won't get where we need to go by the time we need to be there." He tells me, smiling at me. "Oh, and I'll record messages for you so you won't have to listen to that other stuff.. I'm sorry about that, I really am."
"Well, it made for some great entertainment." I say, and we both laugh.
I still have no idea where we are heading, but we are at least headed in the right direction now, and we are, once again, holding hands...
This is love, and nothing matters, nothing else matters...
