Hey All,

This might make some of you were happy. But we have to up the rating for this part. But don't get to excited it's only going up to PG-13....PG-15. But at the end we have some news that's going to make you really excited.

...Till Death Does Us Part Chapter III – Part 12/24

Disclaimer - See part one for all important information

Harm and Mac's House

McLean, Virginia

10:55 PM

Harm and Mac worked together quietly to get their sleeping son ready for bed. Once he was in a fresh diaper and in his cozy pajamas, Harm placed him in his crib.

"It's weird putting him to bed when he's already asleep," Harm whispered to Mac.

Mac placed Ty's bunny in the corner of the crib. "His day has been longer than ours."

"Yeah, but he gets to take naps during the day, we don't." Harm told her covering Ty with his blanket.

"I don't know, sometimes in your office you look like you are napping," Mac retorted with a smile. Before Harm could say anything back she leaned down and kissed Ty's head. "Goodnight, Honey. Sweet dreams."

Harm placed his hand on Mac's back before he kissed his son's cheek. "Night, Buddy."

Harm moved to the door as Mac turned on the baby monitor. Then they exited the room, leaving the door slightly ajar.

"You ready for bed?" Harm asked.

"I was actually thinking about some cocoa and just sitting in front of the tree for a few minutes," Mac told him.

"Want some company?"

"Sure." Mac smiled

Ten minutes later the two were settled on the couch watching the lights on the tree flash back and forth. Harm had his arm around the back of the couch and Mac was resting her head against it. They slowly drank their cocoa and even munched on a few of the chocolate chip cookies Sarah had made earlier in the day.

"It's a nice tree," Mac said breaking the silence.

"Ty's got a lot to unwrap." Harm chuckled.

"We have a lot to unwrap," Mac informed him.

"I say we leave them wrapped and give them to him next year," Harm suggested.

Mac laughed. "I want a picture of your mother's face when you suggest that."

"I'll just tell her it's your idea," Harm joked.

"She'll never believe you."

"Yeah, I know. She likes you better than me," Harm said setting his empty cocoa mug on the coffee table. "Why is that?"

Mac finished her cocoa and set her mug down to join Harm's on the table. She broke the last cookie in half and gave part of it to Harm. "I'm not sure. Maybe because she can tell me the 'Harmon Rabb Junior Horror Stories'."

"That's probably it," Harm agreed with Mac as they both smiled.

They fell into a silence as Mac scooted closer to Harm, with her head resting on his shoulder. Harm held her closer his arms wrapped around her. They cuddled together and fell into a daze as the lights wrapped around them, creating mood in the room.

"Mac," Harm whispered breaking the silence, but not the spell they were under.

"Yeah," Mac said as her hand ran over the white cotton of his dress shirt.

"I meant what I said to my Dad. I'm glad you're here and I don't want you to leave. You are the best thing that ever walked into my life. And I couldn't image it without you or Ty."

Mac sat up and looked Harm in the eyes. The lights in the room gave both of them a soft glow. She saw them reflected in his eyes and the truth was staring right at her. "I know the feeling, Harm." She placed a hand on his cheek. "I'm not going anywhere."

"Promise?" Harm asked.

"Promise," Mac told him, wondering what he was thinking that had him scared.

Harm leaned closer to her and gently captured her lips in a kiss. "Merry Christmas, Sarah."

Mac gave him a kiss after the words left his mouth. "Merry Christmas, Harm."

This time she initiated the kiss. It lasted slightly longer than Harm's. As it broke they started another one, which was longer and had a sense of longing in it. It brought forth another one, reigniting the kiss from earlier this morning. Within a few more short kisses they wrapped their arms around each other lost in the feelings they were creating.

Very slowly Harm pressed his tongue against the seam of Mac's lips. She parted them as a sea of emotion swept both of them away. They dueled with each other's tongues and felt the deepest secrets the other held. Gasps of breath could be heard coming from each of them as the sounds slowly merged into moans.

Harm carefully pressed Mac against the cushions of the couch as their hands explored the material of their clothing. Mac placed a hand between them and started to unbutton Harm's dress shirt. The top two buttons were already done and his tie was gone, so she didn't have to unbutton too many before she moved her hand inside his shirt. She felt his upper chest and her hands tried to push the shirt off of him.

Harm enjoyed the feeling of Mac's hands and lips on his. He moved his mouth and lifted his head. His eyes opened as did Mac's, neither one of them cared about the consequences, they just needed this. Harm moved his hand and kissed her neck. A moan left Mac's mouth as he found the places he once explored. His tongue danced along her skin as his hands skillfully unbuttoned her shirt and pushed the silk off of her chest.

Before he could place sweet kisses across her chest, Mac pushed up on his shoulders. Harm lifted up and Mac pulled the tails of his shirt from his pants. She also removed the undershirt from the confines of his pants. Harm assisted her in her wants and very soon his shirts were on the floor.

Mac scrapped her nails across his chest, playing with the patch of hair in the center. As Harm moved back down to her, her hands moved to his back, running over his muscles and then down to his six, where she gave him a squeeze and a gentle nudge. The gentle nudge lead to his hardening member being pushed into her thigh, both moaned at the friction they were creating.

Harm's hands moved back to Mac's chest, with some careful moves Mac's shirt was on the floor. Harm's hands ran between the two of them and down to her soft legs. Mac untangled them and wrapped them around Harm. Finding the hem of her skirt Harm pushed it upward, causing her to spread her legs further for him.

His lips continued to mate with hers, the passion building in them. Their hands roamed freely across each other's bodies. Harm's hands found the back clasp to her bra and quickly undid it. The straps fell loose and he nudged it off of her. It fell to the floor in a tangle of material. Harm's hand then enclosed on one of the soft mounds underneath him. Mac bit back a moan as Harm's lips crushed against her.

Her hands skillfully moved to the front of Harm's pants where they fumbled but unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. She brushed her hand across his member, to which Harm left a small bite mark on Mac's collarbone. A sound between a giggle and a moan escaped Mac's mouth as her hands rested on his boxer-clad bottom, kneading the flesh beneath it. His hips dug into hers with only a few pieces of material separating them from the one thing they both wanted. Harm's lips moved to the top of Mac's breast.

He was about to run his tongue across her sensitive skin, when a sound from upstairs made both of them freeze. A door closed and footsteps could be heard walking across the hall. Then another door closed. Harm and Mac both looked up to the ceiling, praying that the steps wouldn't walk down the stairs.

Harm turned to face Mac and her face was filled with fear. He opened his mouth to say something but Mac beat him to it. "We need to stop." Before he could say anything Mac pushed up on his shoulder. He turned to his side and picked up his dress shirt. He put it on and did his pants back up. He felt the couch shift next to him as Mac fixed her skirt and put her shirt back on. She jammed the bra into her hands and tried to hold back the tears in her eyes.

Once they both were clothed, they sat there in a stunned silence until they heard the door upstairs open back up and the footsteps returned back to the room they left in the first place.

Mac looked at her hands and watched as they trembled. "Harm."

Harm's head snapped in her direction. "Yes."

She took a deep breath knowing these words would hurt both of them. "I think we... umm...need to just mark this up to getting caught up in the moment."

Harm knew what she was saying even though the words were barley whispered to him. "Yeah. Mac...I'm sor..."

"Please don't, Harm, both of us knew what we were doing. We just got lost," Mac told him before the word sorry could escape his mouth.

"Yeah."

Mac looked at the tree. "I'm going to head off to bed now, goodnight."

"Goodnight," Harm said as Mac exited the room. He listened as her footsteps softly padded up the stairs. He heard the door upstairs shut. He then placed his hands on his head. "What did we do?"

12:05 AM

Mac had finally stopped crying about twenty minutes ago. She could still feel Harm's lips and hands across her skin. They were burned into her memory. The way he tasted and felt. She rolled over onto her back and stared at the ceiling. She had promised herself this would never happen again. She wouldn't fall for him again. The sad part was she still hadn't un-fallen for him. She closed her eyes and wished sleep would find her or that she would wake up and find their time on the couch was just another dream.

"Damn it," she muttered.

A few minutes later her bedroom door opened and Harm walked in. He looked at the bed and knew this might not have been the best idea he had in the last few days, but he needed it. Mac's heart started to race as Harm walked past the bed and went into the bathroom. Three minutes later he reentered the room with a tee-shirt and his pajama bottoms on.

He lifted the covers and slipped into the bed. "Mac," he softly whispered. Mac turned her head and looked at him. "I promise not to do anything, but I just need to hold you tonight."

Mac shook her head then she moved closer to him. Harm wrapped his arms around her as she settled her head onto his upper chest. "Goodnight, Mac."

"Night, Harm," Mac said as the silence filled the room and their thoughts ran in the same direction. Both upset about what had happened, but wishing they could have finished what they started.

End Part 12

Carol – Hey.

Michi – Hey. (both stare at each other.)

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Michi – Are you going to tell them?

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Carol – We do?

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Carol – (snaps her fingers) You and me both. Today I had a kid tell me the Pueblo Native Americans lived in igloos.

Michi – (takes a breath) Okay, anyways. We wanted to let you all know that our beta reader has finished with the beta-ing and we will be starting to post daily.

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