AN: Heya! Glad yall are enjoyin' this stuff as much as I am writin' it. It just makes me feel good to put them together like this. Alright, this is going to be a slightly OOC chapter, but then again with fluff, it almost always is, sadly. But no sadness here, just happiness :D

Spoiler/Disclaimer: Uhm. I forget? No own.

Chapter 7: Take 5


0813 Local
JAG Headquarters
Falls Church, Virginia

Government issue pumps clicked across the tile floor of a bustling bullpen, slender legs moving swiftly through the traffic and carrying a woman decked out in Marine green without incident from her office to the break room. Her pace was slow, but determined, and the brunette exuded an air of confidence that many knew of firsthand, and other had only heard about. The strong woman's goal was soon smelled when the door was opened to a vacant break room.

/Yes! No one here and ooh, the last cup of coffee, it is my lucky day/ Mac zeroed in on the java machine, taking her mug and pouring every last drop of the steaming caffeinated drink into her cup. Grinning as she replaced the pot, cream and sugar was added until the black liquid had turned a creamy brown and was sweetened to perfection. She took a fast gulp, savoring the life-saving drink.

"Ahh..." Her eyes closed as she took a smaller sip, leaning against a counter.

Freshly pressed dress whites were adorned by shining golden wings, the Commander wearing them looking rather sleepy as he shuffled to the same destination as the Colonel had not thirty seconds earlier. He offered a half-hearted smile at his friend before moving with closed eyes to the now empty coffee pot. His discovery of the lack of his usual wake-up call was not taken well.

"Dammit!" Mac arched a brow, shaking her head to rid those twinkling brown eyes of a stray lock of hair.

"Something wrong, Flyboy?" Harm turned on her slowly, eyeing the cup of coffee clutched in both her slender hands.

"Yeah. There's no coffee left, and currently, I could be classified among the living dead," he managed to mumble through a yawn. A smirk tugged at the corner of Mac's lips.

"Aw, that's so sad." She decided to torture him a little bit, after he swore again like the sailor he was when he found there to be no coffee in the cabinets either. "Wow, this is some of the best coffee I've ever had." It dawned on the man that she - the woman he was so madly in love with - had swiped the last bit of java.

"Is it now?" He started to advance until she was pinned against that counter, his blue eyes burning into her brown ones as each tried to bite back their smiles. Mac looked down at the cup of joe between them, glancing back up at him.

"Yes, yes it is." She couldn't help the grin that broke out over her face when Harm's eyes closed, his nose having caught the scent of the coffee.

"Well since Coates won't be able to be back for about an hour, I guess I'll have to settle for this."

"Settle for wha..." Her words trailed off as her mug was gently removed from her hands and placed on the counter before her face was taken by both his hands and cupped sweetly, his lips meeting hers in a hungry lip lock. She melted in his arms and he released her a few moments later, breathless from the duel their tongues had gone through. Licking his lips, the traditional Flyboy smile lit up his face.

"Mmm. I love the way you make your coffee, Mac. Thanks." With that, Commander Rabb exited the break room, leaving behind one stunned Colonel Mackenzie, who eventually pulled herself together, fixing her hair and touching a finger to the edge of her lips. A spring was added to her step after she picked up what was left of her caffeine.

/Glad I decided to take five.../


AN: Tadaa! So how was that? Am I still doin' good? .feels insecure. :P Don't forget to review, please!