JAG: Stuck With You Forever...I Guess

Short drabble/vignette collection. Enjoy!

Chapter One: AT THE GYM

Harm and Mac were on the sparring mat, no equipment, and no real hits, just going through the moves. Though skilled and strong, both were relieved that they had decided against full-contact boxing. Both would have inflicted MAJOR damage on the other in the process. While they were going through throws, kicks, etc., Harm saw –and took- the chance to pull Mac into a headlock, a grin appearing. Surprise was on his face a moment later as he rose and flew through the air.

"Jeez, Harm," Mac grunted lightly, "I thought vegetarians were supposed to be skinny health-nuts!" Grinning, she dropped down to straddle him, going through more motions. Harm had a gray NAVY tank on, with blue shorts, and Mac was wearing a work-out green MARINES sports bra and gray shorts, both secretly admiring the other's body.

"Thinkin' you could trap a Marine. Tsk, tsk, tsk." She shook her head, unable to wipe the smirk off her face.

"Ah, but I know how to disarm you!" Harm quickly rolled over, pinning Mac to the floor. He held her wrists firmly, but gently, away from her sides, so he had to lean down close. Slowly, the patented Flyboy grin spread across his features, and he received her bright –slightly seductive- smile in return. Each went weak inside at the sight of the other's smile and grin, and Mac raised a brow to add to her allure. Turning her head, she looked at her captured wrists and tried to move her hands.

"What's wrong Mac? Thought I couldn't trap a Marine?" He was thoroughly enjoying himself, especially when she moved around beneath him.

"That's right...you can't." She struggled to raise her arms, and put up a good fight, but Harm just kept them down and she sighed, releasing the tension and even growling slightly. Harm raised a brow himself.

"Was that a growl? From a lady?" Harm was teasing her incessantly, knowing that he was about to pay for it dearly. But it was going to be worth every attack.

"AHH!" She finally kicked one leg out and executed a sideways slide under him, managing to wrap her legs around his midriff and in a position to pummel his handsome Flyboy face. She pulled a fist back, poised to strike, and Harm winced, preparing for the blow, raising a hand in weak defense against the inevitable onslaught. Then, on second thought, she held off, patting his chest as she released him and walking off the mat. Harm sat, bewildered, for a moment.

"Mac? I know you want to kick my six all over town right now, so don't deny it."

"I'm not," she replied simply. She reached her bag and retrieved a bottle of water, flicking her head to the side in her traditional Mac way to free her eyes of the short brown hair that constantly fell in her view. Harm got up and followed, confused as she unscrewed the top and opened the bottle.

"Then why aren't you right now?" Mac had been taking a long sip of water, and she cracked an eye before lowering the bottle, putting the top back on, returning it to her bag, and picking it –the bag- up. Mac then proceeded to make her way towards the door in silence.

"Mac!" Harm ran to the door, beating her there. "This isn't like you not to get me back."

"Oh, I'll get you. I just remembered I'm prosecuting your client in tomorrow. I'll kick your six all over the courtroom then, Commander." Smirking, she pushed past him and sauntered outside to her Corvette and drove off, waving out the window as she sped down the street. Harm smiled slowly, waving back at one amazing woman.