Summary: Snipettes that don't fit any place else. Just for fun and fluff. _
Flamingos
Harm stood in the center of their bedroom staring at Mac as she smoothed the fitted sheet across the mattress. His hands came to his hips when he curiously noticed the little pink birds standing on one leg that adorned the otherwise stark white sheets. "Flamingos? Seriously?"
Mac raised her brow. "They're cute and my favorite bird." She tossed the matching comforter on the bed and motioned for Harm to help. The new bedding was needed once they purchased a king sized matress along with all of the furniture for there new home.
Just north of San Diego, situated right on the beach, the two bedroom, single family cottage with a wrap around porch was a wedding present from Trish and Frank. They had squabbled about the new furniting save for the bedroom which both agreed needed a big bed that faced the ocean.
"It's not manly, Mac... Hey!" He chastised as Mac threw one and then another pillow at his head.
Mac rolled her eyes. "It's bedding, fits in with the tropical theme. We have palm trees on the front lawn." She pointed out and then tossed him a pillow case.
"You may have a point." Things like sheets, comforters and decorative pillows didn't matter to Harm until she'd asked for help. Now that he was shoving pillows into their designated cases, he was midly concerned at the pattern. "May I ask why the birds are riding blue bicycles?" He held up the pillowcase pointing at one of the pink birds that was, indeed, riding a blue bicle.
"How else are they gonna get around?" She winked and then threw herself on the fresly made bed. "They're facinating birds... No one quite knows why they stand on one leg and not all of them are that pink. It depends on species and diet."
"Oh, yeah? What else is interesting about them?" Harm lay down next to his wife, pulling her close so that he could kiss her neck.
Mac pretended his musings were doing nothing to her and began to rattle off the facts she knew. "A group of them is called a Flamboyance. They eat with there heads upside... uh down." She bit her lip as Harm's mouth moved over her collar bone and his fingers began popping the buttons on the shirt she wore. "Girl and boy flamingos have this little dance they do to attract a mate. Once they do, that bond is forever."
A dance to find their perfect mate. The concept reminded Harm of them and how much they metaphorically 'danced' around each other until they got things right - the perfect mate. It made him pause and raise his head to look at Mac. "Forever, huh?"
"Yep." She kissed him softly, deepening the kiss when Harm rolled on top of her. "Forever."
Her legs wrapped high around his waist and Harm took that as a sign of what she wanted. They were insatiable and he was sure too much would never be enough. "We'll mess up the sheets."
"Yeah. We will." She agreed, pulling his head down to kiss him again, much more passionately than before. "You can pick the new ones..."
