AN: Heya! Second chappie, here we come. On with the show!
Chap 2: The Storm
Mac and Harm are working cases together at his apartment when a light rain starts falling. Cursing, Mac doesn't even grab a jacket as she flies out of the apartment and downstairs to her precious red Corvette. She pulls the cover on in the nick of time, because as she finishes the rain turns to sleet. Harm is jogging to the door when Mac meets him there, drenched.
"Mac..." Harm sighed, trying to cover amusement with concern.
"That car is none too cheap to get a paint job. Besides...I just got it waxed." She shrugged, then looked down at her soggy self. The cold set into her as a fierce wind blasted through the open door with thunder rumbling loudly soon after. She suddenly shivered and Harm pulled her into the elevator, punching the number for his floor before wringing the water out of her clothes. The safe areas, that is. He didn't dare get close to unknown territory, aware of possible danger zones. Mac sighed and stood still, knowing that he wouldn't be satisfied until she was in dry clothes. By the time she was standing in Harm's living room, her teeth were chattering.
"Mac, we've gotta get you out of those clothes." She groaned inwardly. If he had said that to her at any other time, she would have gladly complied and had her way with him in a moment. But at present, all she could do was nod after locking eyes with him.
He slowly peeled off her sweater and unbuttoned the polo beneath. She raised her arms, sniffing softly as she wet cloth slid off her body. He moved his hands over her stomach lightly, eliciting a soft gasp when his fingers reached the buckle of her jeans. He looked up at her after unbuttoning them, and she nodded again for him to proceed. The blue denim material clung to her and was reluctantly discarded as Harm stood again. She was clad only in a black silk bra and panty set. It was his turn to groan inwardly this time. Oh how he would love to have her all to himself right now...
"Uh, Harm?" Need I remind you I'm freezing my six off here?" Her voice broke through his thoughts and he rushed off, returning with a shirt and sweatshirt. He was crouching before the hearth, the beginnings of a fire flickering when Mac cleared her throat.
"You sure you don't have any pants I can wear?" His eyes traveled, very, very slowly up her long legs, and continued up her killer body. Reaching her eyes, he shook his head, the cocky Flyboy grin starting, making Mac try to casually lean against the doorframe for support.
"Nope." Lightning flashed outside, and the lights flickered out after sparks flew. /Must've hit a transformer nearby.../ Harm though as rain pounded loudly on the window now. When he opened his arms to her, Mac paused, confused. Harm blinked a couple times before a stream of words left his mouth as he tried to explain quickly.
"Well, you've got no pants," he began.
"No thanks to YOU!" She retorted, a blush rising to her cheeks.
"I didn't tell you to go outside, now did I? Anyway, as I was saying, you've got no pants, been out in the sleet and rain and chilled to the bone. The heat has been turned off and the fire's the only thing that'll keep us warm. You'll get sick and blame it on me unless you come and get in my lap right now." This was legit, but Harm would have made any excuse to have this gorgeous woman sit in his lap with only one of his shirts and some underwear on. He sat down and leaned against the side of his couch as she timidly – yes, Sarah Mackenzie timidly approached Harmon Rabb, her bare feet padding almost silently over his floor. She sat down gingerly in his lap and didn't quite know what to do with herself when he wrapped his arms around her waist. Harm would usually tease Mac if she was ever this embarrassed or flustered around him, but this time, he refrained. He gently tugged at her until her back was pressed snugly against his chest.
"There, aren't you warmer now?" He asked, and Mac eventually mumbled some sort of yes and thank you. Neither wanted to admit love for the other, in fear of rejection, yet they could – and would – spend a comfortable night embracing like lovers.
What an odd pair, eh?
AN: Ok, I know they aren't really in character because Mac wouldn't have let ANYONE touch her like that, let alone Harm with their funny off-on again relationship. But hey, it's a fanfic. HarmMacshipperness to the end, and it makes me happy!
