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A/N: I realize it's been practically forever since I last updated, but I plead the fifth…or more realistically, college life is just so darn demanding…blah! Anyway, this chapter is really nothing but fluff and somewhat witty banter, so enjoy! (And I promise I'll try to update more…really!)

Many thanks to Abigaile, willowph, cbw, DD2, EternalSleep, MacHarm4Ever, Joanoa, JBird7986, madenpride21, Chennelle, and McGraw…you all are great!

0942 ZULU

HOTEL DE VENDÓME

PARIS, FRANCE

"Morning, Sarah," Dani returned to her room the next morning. She had clearly showered, but was wearing her dress from the previous night and she carried her purse and shoes over her shoulder as she walked in.

"Morning, Dani," Mac smirked, from where she sat at the small table in the room. Unlike her sister, she was fully dressed in a summery green sundress and her hair was dried and styled.

"Where's Harm?" she tossed her purse and shoes on the table.

"Reading on the terrace," she gestured at the double doors leading to the balcony, "He didn't want to be an awkward witness to your walk of shame."

"Walk of shame?" Dani ducked into the bathroom to change out of her dress.

"You know, like the college girls returning from frat parties the next morning, hours after the party ended."

"I know what the 'walk of shame' is."

"I was just checking."

"I think you're projecting," she emerged from the bathroom in a pink and white floral dress, "I didn't see any blankets on the couch."

"That doesn't mean anything."

"Come on, Sarah, be honest with me."

"Honest?" she paused, "About what?"

"The million dollar question."

"You know in the Marine Corps that refers to whether you've had to use lethal force in country."

"Well, I've never done that; my grandmother maybe, but not me," she answered flippantly sitting on the other side of the bed, "But you know exactly to what I am referring."

"Wait, you're grandmother killed someone?" Mac looked at her sister in shock.

"She's a bit homicidal; poison's her specialty. She would hide it in her jewelry," she shrugged, "But let's stay on the topic: did you and Harm—" she trailed off.

"Sleep together?" Mac supplied and Dani nodded, "Yes," Dani's face lit up, "But only in the literal sense."

"Oh," her face fell but brightened slightly at her next though, "So if you shared the bed does that mean you cuddled?"

"Yes," she rolled her eyes.

"And you discussed things?"

"Yes."

"And?"

"Hold on for a second. It's my turn to interrogate you," Mac grinned, "What exactly did you and Jason do all night, little sister?"

"Nothing much," she grinned back deviously, "We just fell into bed."

"So you did—"

"MmHmm."

"All night?"

"Only half of it," she bit her lip, then jumped up suddenly.

"What's wrong?"

"Where's Harm," she headed for the balcony window.

"Isn't he out there?"

"Yeah, he is," Dani peered through the window, saw him, waved, and turned back to Mac, "Just checking."

"For what? Did you think eh was going to jump or something?"

"No," Dani sat down at the vanity to do her hair, "I just didn't want him to be interrogating Jason."

"We're saving that for the plane ride home."

"You're kidding," she glared at her sister through the reflection of the mirror.

"Harm told me we're on the same flight back to the States, so we figured we could double team him once we take off," Mac came up behind her to gloat, and Dani tossed a balled up washcloth at her head. Mac caught it midair and tossed it back on the counter.

"Damn you and your catlike reflexes!" Dani grumbled but returned to her hair.

"I'll make sure Harm behaves himself," she relented going back to her seat on the bed.

"Thank you," Dani smiled, switching to make up having decided that her hair was sufficiently styled, "So back to you and Harm, what did you do last night?"

"After you ditched us in the restaurant, we went for a walk."

"And?"

"And he took me to the roof of this little gallery his mom knew about," she smiled at the memory, "We looked out over the city; we kissed…"

"Then you did it on a roof!" Dani set down her eye shadow with a bang."

"No we didn't"

"You trailed off," she defended her conclusion, "It was implied."

"Hardly, your mind is just perpetually in the gutter," Mac countered, "We just talked about…things. We weren't ready to jump in the sack."

"That's past tense," she stood up from the vanity and began hunting for her purse, "Are you ready now?"

"Not really," she handed Dani her purse, "It's complicated."

"Big surprise there," she muttered, "So what happened after the roof?"

"We walked back to the hotel, saw the 'do not disturb' sign on the door to Harm and Tiner's room," she smirked trying to catch Dani's eye, but here sister busied herself with her purse and cell phone, "And then we fell asleep together in our bed."

"Very sweet," she napped her purse closed, "Very PG."

"Well not everyone can have a X-rated evening," Mac grabbed her own purse.

"Shall we get the boys?" she ignored her comment.

"After you."

"Thanks, she opened the door to the common room to find Harm seated and reading the paper, "Good morning Harm."

"Good morning ladies," he stood up folding the paper, "Did you sleep well, Dani?"

"Very well, thank you," she answered evenly, "How about yourself?"

"I slept well too," he shot Mac a grin that did not go unnoticed by Dani.

"So, Sarah, is that his Flyboy grin I've heard so much about?" Dani asked innocently.

"'Flyboy grin'?" he looked in amusement at Mac who blushed slightly.

"You know what they say about dress whites and gold wings, Flyboy," she countered, making him blush slightly this time.

"Good morning, Jason," Dani walked over to him when he entered the room and kissed him on the cheek.

"Morning Sweetie," he draped his arm comfortably over her shoulders and surveyed the group who all looked ready to go. "I'm not late, am I ma'am?" he directed the question to Mac, knowing she would provide the answer.

"No, Tiner, you have two minutes and forty seconds," she chuckled.

"Just checking," he gave a relieved smile.

"Since we're all ready, let's go," Dani said quickly before anyone could as Tiner how he slept.

"Good idea, Dani," Harm agreed, "We'll have more fun out of the hotel room than in, right Tiner?"

"Just go," Dani whispered fiercely pushing him to the door. He held it open, and she filed out with Mac, "Tell your 'Flyboy' to zip it," she ordered through gritted teeth.

"I'll think about it," Mac grinned, and Dani glared at her sister but smiled when Jason took her hand to lead her to the elevators.

"What are you smiling about, Marine?" Harm asked, having locked the door.

"Those two," she looked up at him, "They're cute together."

"I suppose."

"You can drop the big brother act. Dani can take care of herself."

"But Tiner's a sailor," he held out his hand for her, "And you know what they say about sailors."

"And what's that?" Mac slipped her hand into his.

"They'll break a girl's heart if she lets him."

"Well Dani won't let him, and neither will I," she squeezed his hand.

"Good," Harm squeezed it back.