Title: Can't Fight This Feeling Anymore

Summary: Mac and Harm spend an unexpected night together.

Notes: This super random one-shot popped into my head the other day. Inspired by a Voice to Text fuck up, and a scene in Frasier after he and Roz sleep together.

And I can't fight this feeling anymore
I've forgotten what I started fightin' for
It's time to bring this ship into the shore
And throw away the oars, forever

There's a man in my bed.

Not my bed. Technically it belongs to the Wailea Beach Resort in Maui. But it's mine for the next three days, and there's a man in it. And not just any man. It's Harm. Harm is in my bed. Harm is naked in my bed. Holy hell, Harm is naked in my bed.

And I've got to get out of here. It's ridiculous since this is my room, but Harm is naked in my bed, and I'm afraid to be here when he wakes up.

We had sex last night—really incredible sex. And then I fell asleep faster than I ever have in my life (I guess many, many orgasms will do that for a girl). I had fallen asleep before he returned from the bathroom, so we never got a chance to talk about what we had just done.

I take one last look at Harm and admire his perfect face and the steady rise and fall of his chest before I slowly ease out of the king-sized bed. He's even more beautiful when he's asleep. I've watched him sleep before, but never like this. It's always been out of a need to stay warm or a hotel room with only one bed. I've never watched him sleep hours after he had me crying out his name over and over and over.

I'm as quiet as possible as I grab a clean sundress from the closet and fresh underwear from the dresser and tiptoe to the bathroom. I dress quickly and brush my hair and teeth before quietly leaving the bathroom and then the hotel room.

I need coffee and pastries. I need time and space. I need to steel myself in case he regrets what we did last night.

I still can't believe it happened. It seemed like one minute we were in a ballroom watching Jack Keeter dramatically dip and kiss his new wife – my college roommate Olivia (I still can't figure out how that happened) – and the next minute, we were pulling each other's clothes off in my hotel room. It wasn't that simple, of course. It was an entire night of dancing and laughing that culminated in him walking me to my room and kissing my cheek a little too close to my lips. And then he kissed my other cheek, his hand lingering on the curve of my waist. It didn't seem like he wanted to say goodnight any more than I did, so I worked up my courage and asked if he'd like to come inside.

He did.

And as soon as the door shut behind us, he started kissing me. I could taste the bourbon on him, but he assured me he was sober enough to know what he was doing. And that was all I needed. If I'm being honest, I would have probably gone to bed with him either way, but it was nice to know that this wouldn't be a drunken mistake.

But that was last night. Now it's a new day, and I don't know what he's going to do or say, and I know it will absolutely break my heart if he regrets it because I don't regret it. It was incredible. I always assumed he'd be an excellent lover, but the real thing surpassed every single one of my fantasies. I've never had a night like it, and if he regrets it, I know I never will again.

I head into the small coffee shop on the hotel's ground floor and smile as I approach the counter. I order a very large, very strong coffee and a chocolate croissant and step aside until it's ready. When they call my name, I take my coffee and pastry and head to one of the open-air tables. It's a beautiful day, and I'm absolutely thrilled to be here right now. The streets of DC were covered in gray snow when we left, and today in Maui, the high is eighty-three degrees. It's perfect, and I'm thrilled I have a few more days here. Keeter and Olivia are leaving today for their honeymoon cruise around the islands, and I'm looking forward to spending this last bit of time here on the beach instead of taking part in all of the pre-wedding festivities.

"May I join you?"

My eyes momentarily flutter shut before I look up at Harm. God, he looks good. He's wearing the same clothes as last night, and all I can think about is pushing that gray sport coat off his broad shoulders and watching it fall to the floor. It was the first piece of our clothes to go, and we both stopped touching to watch it fall. "Of course." He pulls out the chair beside mine, and I turn my attention to the group doing poolside yoga while I try to reign in my thoughts. Neither of us says anything, and when the silence starts to feel overwhelming, I turn to him and force a smile.

He swallows and reaches for my coffee, grimacing as he takes a sip. He pushes it back to me and leans back in his chair. He's having difficulty looking at me, and I feel my stomach flip. God, this is such a disaster - he can't even look at me.

"Is everything okay," I manage to ask.

"Yeah," he says, but I know he's not being honest. I raise an eyebrow, and he sighs heavily. Then he finally meets my gaze and gives me a half-hearted shrug. "Did I do something wrong?"

That wasn't what I expected, and my brow furrows. "I'm sorry, what?"

He sighs again and reaches for my coffee, forcing down another sip. "You were gone when I woke up." He swallows hard, and the vulnerability on his face makes my heart beat faster. "I – did I do something wrong?"

I'd love to answer him, but I'm literally speechless. I can open my mouth, but no words come out, and in the end, I just shake my head.

He nods and looks away. "I know I had a few drinks in me, so it probably wasn't as good as it could have been, but-"

My eyes widen, and my jaw drops. "I'm sorry, what?" Apparently, those are the only words I can get out this morning, and I shake my head. "Harm, no. No."

He lets out a breath, and I watch him visibly relax. "So…" His cheeks flush, and I can't help but smile. This man really is a prude.

"So…" I say and smile, hoping to encourage him along.

"So... So, last night was good for you?"

"Oh yeah," I say automatically. He smiles but still looks unsure, and I lean in and lower my voice. "Last night was incredible."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," I say, and I smile when I'm hit with an overwhelming urge to tease him. "Go get a coffee," I say. "We'll talk when you get back." I watch him walk away and then reach for one of the comment cards sticking out of the caddy in the center of the table. I dig around in my purse for a pen, cross out the coffee shop's name and write Harm's name on the top of the comment card. I hope he's not offended by this, but I hope this little bit of absurdity is enough to break the ice.

Neatness of appearance?

Woo boy. He is, without a doubt, the most beautiful man I've ever seen, and I reminisce about how he looked last night in his light gray suit and the white shirt with the top button undone. Seeing him in a suit, yet casual at the same time, was odd and unbelievably sexy. And he smelled incredible last night. When he pulled me close for a dance, it took ALL of my willpower not to bury my nose in the crook of his neck. Obviously, I circle the highest rating.

Served in a prompt and timely manner?

I blush, thinking about how quickly he made me come. I hadn't even undressed yet – he had bunched my silk dress up around my waist, slipped his hand into my lace panties, and it seemed like it only took seconds of his long finger moving in me and his thumb rubbing my clit before I was crying out his name for the first time. I take a deep breath and circle the highest rating again.

Will you plan a repeat visit?

Oh, God. What am I doing? I can't give this to him. I want to circle yes, but I'm terrified. What if that isn't what he wants? What if he doesn't want… a return visit? What if this was just a one-time thing for him, brought on by too much bourbon and getting caught up in the moment? I ignore that question and glance at the last one.

Would you recommend us to friends and family?

I won't answer that one, either. I mean, yeah. I would recommend him to anyone. But I don't want to; I can't. I don't want to push him to anyone else. I want him for myself.

I pick up the card, and I'm about to tear it in two when he reappears at the table. He sets the coffee and his own pastry down and slides into his chair. He takes a drink, notices the card and pen, and frowns. "What's that?"

"Nothing," I say quickly.

We both look at the card, but he's faster than I am and grabs the card. He looks it over and frowns. "Why is my name on here?" I feel my face heat, and I look up at the ceiling. "Mac?"

"It was a joke," I say softly. "You seemed concerned about last night and whether or not it was good." I bite my lip and shrug. "I saw a comment card sticking out and decided to score you."

He raises an eyebrow and runs his finger over the two ratings I circled. He studies the card in silence and then looks at me. "You left two questions unanswered."

"I know," I say.

"Why?"

I shrug, and I'm equally mortified and furious with myself for filling out that stupid card. What was I thinking? I watch his hand move over the white cardstock, and I swallow. Do I tell him the truth? Do I tell him I want repeat visits every single night? Or do I play it cool to avoid another rejection like the one I got in Australia?

"Talk to me," he says softly.

I let out a breath and reach for the card. I pick up my pen and circle 'yes' for the first of the remaining questions and 'no' for the second, and then I slide it back across the table.

He picks it up, and a small smile spreads over his face when he sees what I circled. "I was worried when I woke up, and you were gone," He folds the card in half and tucks it into his pocket. "I was worried you regretted last night."

I shake my head, my eyes locked on his. "I don't regret it," I say quietly. "I left because I was worried you regretted it, and I didn't want to see that on your face."

"I don't regret it," he says. "I've wanted last night – I've wanted you – for so long, Mac." He takes a drink of coffee and leans forward. "I wasn't drunk or lonely. I was just tired of fighting what I feel for you. And I don't know what pushed me over the edge, but I didn't want to fight it anymore."

My heart is beating so hard, and there's no way he doesn't hear it. I look at the card and swallow hard. "So, you want a return visit?" He nods, and I let out a breath. "Want to spend the day with me?" He nods again, looking happier than I've seen him in a long time, and this time I smile.

He reaches for my hand and trails his fingers over my wrist. "Should I check out of my room early and move into yours?"

"Oh yeah," I say. His smile widens, and oh lord… This time it's the infamous flyboy smile, and I instinctively press my thighs together. I drain the rest of my coffee and stand, resting my hand on his shoulder. "Want to take care of that and meet me in my room when you're ready?"

He nods before covering my hand with his and then moving it to his mouth. His lips brush against my knuckles, and I go weak in the knees. "I'll be up soon."

He lets go of my hand, and I trail it through his hair and then lean over to kiss him. It's a reasonably chaste kiss, but his lips are warm and soft, full of promise. "I can't wait," I say.

The End.