It finally happened, Harm had asked her on a date, a real date not dinner with a colleague. An abnormal warm spring evening, Mac wore a midnight blue dress and Harm a black suit and tie.
He had taken her to a ridiculously expensive Italian restaurant that was so VIP, reservations were nearly impossible to get. They chatted about everything, laughed, enjoyed the company and if nothing else happened that evening, Mac would be content.
Harm suggested a stroll down the walkways of the national mall and the couple found themselves walking arm and arm until they stopped just off the side of the Lincoln Memorial. There was just something about the city at night and while not exactly the most romantic setting on Earth, it would be the spot of their first kiss.
Oh, they'd kissed before but, not like this, tender and reverent. Harm placed one hand on her cheek his eyes seeking for permission which came in the form of a smile from Mac. He bent his head down and kissed her slowly as if memorizing the shape of her mouth with his own.
"You don't have to go home right away, do you?" He asked nervously, not wanting to presume that more would happen that night. Harm did have an agenda, one that required a little more time with her.
Mac shook her head. "No. I have all the time in the World." She too was looking to spend as much time with him as possible.
Harm kissed her again, a quick peck on the lips and then motioned to a bench near by. Silently they sat, his arm draped over her and Mac's head resting on his shoulder. "Harm? What's wrong?" He had moved suddenly, reaching deep into the pocket of his trousers to extricate a small velvet pouch.
Mac stared at his hands curiously, how they shook as he undid the drawstrings. "Open your hand, Sarah." She closed her eyes when a warm, metallic thing dropped into her right hand. "I can be a jerk sometimes, I know and I'm probably going to fumble through this." Once her eyes opened, they fixated on the small circle in her palm, a white gold engagement ring tastefully set with one single diamond.
It wasn't gaudy just simple, perfect as only a man that really knew her could design. "Wear it on your right hand, left hand, your dog tags...Just please, wear it." Harm's voice was pleading, he didn't want to rush her given it had been less than a year since she almost married another man.
"Are you asking me to marry you, flyboy?" She teased closing her hand around the ring.
There was nothing cuter than a flustered Harmon Rabb Junior. "I ah... I don't you know...I don't wanna push you...If it's too soon, I get it but, keep the ring...I uh..."
She silenced his words with a kiss, one that was a little more passionate than before. "Yes." Mac said when they finally broke apart. She raised her palm to him, offering the ring which Harm took and slid onto the proper finger on the proper hand.
