Today was the day from hell... Took me 11 hours to get this done...and it's SUPER short... UGH!

Anyway, a little Valentine's Day fluff... This would be season 10 after 4% Solution when Mac is healed up after the crash.

Valentine's Day.

"Mmmm… right there." Mac purred as Harm's hands moved over her body, massaging the bundle of muscles that were tight between the juncture of her neck and shoulders. She was sitting on the floor, back against Harm's legs as he sat on her couch and those strong hands of his eased the ache that seemed to prevail since her accident in December. "I know tests came back negative but, since the wreck, that spot always hurts."

He replaced his hands with his lips, kissing a spot he found would make her moan each and every time. "You just want me to touch you." He whispered in her ear in a sexy, gravily tone that made her stomach do flip flops. Carefully, he dropped down to the floor behind her, his arms coming tightly around Mac's middle as she turned her head for her lips to meet his.

They kissed slowly, passionately and as her hand was about to guide his to where she needed him, Harm suddenly pulled away. "Hey! Get back here!" She protested as he rushed out of the living room and to her bedroom. "Harm?"

"Give me a sec, I have something I want to give you."

She pulled herself up onto the sofa, tossing her head back on the cushions as she heaved a heavy sigh. "We agreed to not exchange gifts." It was Valentine's Day, a cliche that she was never really keen on celebrating even when she was with someone. Too commercialized and frankly, it was a little too sappy given her disastrous love life. Then again, things began to look up on Christmas Day when Harm had brought her back to her apartment and kissed her.

She hadn't expected him to although he was hovering as she painfully moved around her apartment. It was when Mac headed to the kitchen for a second mug of hot cocoa that he appeared behind her and then trapped her against the kitchen cabinet, his hands on either side of hers. 'I love you.' He said and then leaned in and carefully brushed his lips over hers.

And that was all it took, three simple words and the softest of kisses for them to finally be together although making love with him would have to wait another few weeks until she felt fully healed for physical activity. That in and out of itself was, in a word, exquisite, if not a little rough in urgency to consummate their relationship. She thought about that evening and couldn't help but grin mischievously; her flyboy may have acted like a prude in the past but, in bed was anything but.

"I ah… hope you like it." He said, upon his return as he settled on the sofa next to her. His eyes cautiously studied Mac as he deposited a small grey pouch with no discernable markings onto the palm of her hand.

Mac stared at the pouch and then looked up at him, smiling softly. "Harm, I love you, more than you can imagine...I don't need gifts to know that you care for me."

"I can take it back…" He went to snatch the pouch away only for Mac to close her fist tightly around it. "Or not."

Excitedly, she pulled apart the tiny drawstrings, opened the pouch and tipped it so that a single, white gold engagement ring spilled out. Mac stared at it dumbly, her breath catching as the simple diamond shone in the light emanating from her balcony doors. It was simple and elegant, classy not ostentatious or gaudy and her eyes watered with unshed tears. "What is this?"

"A ring." Harm stated simply and he hoped she couldn't hear how hard his heart was beating. He was nervous and reasonably so, a night trap in heavy seas would have been an easier approach. "It comes with a promise to love, honor, obey...sometimes obey." He said with a sheepish grin. "I know I'm not perfect but…"

"Yes." Mac said and a tear spilled from one eye as everything she ever wanted was finally within reach.

"...I do love you and…"

"Yes." She said again and wiped the tear as she watched him ramble on.

"And… I think we can make this work…"

"Yes."

"If it's too soon, we can wait but…" She'd taken his face in her hands, her thumbs softly moving over his cheeks which were burning a bright red. "Mac?"

A flustered Harmon Rabb, Jr. was seriously the sweetest thing she'd seen especially when it came to her. In the last few years he had changed, grown up some although she rather liked his Peter Pan complex as well. She was still learning to accept certain aspects of him, to trust that he wouldn't just break her heart but, he was trusting her with the same thing. "I said, yes." She handed the ring to him and extended the ring finger so that he could slide it home. The diamond seemed to shine even more as it contrasted with her olive colored skin, the fit was perfect. "It's beautiful."

"So are you." He kissed her then, deep and passionately until it began to take a life of its own as most of their kisses often did. Harm felt her tongue move over the crease of his lips and then push in to dance with his own as Mac's fingers began to work on the buttons of his shirt. She slipped it off his shoulders letting it fall to the side and then ran her fingers along the chain of the dogtags he still wore. She hooked her fingers on the end and leaned back on the sofa, tugging him towards her as she went until Harm was settled between her thighs. "Happy Valentine's Day, Sarah."

"Happy Valentine's Day, Harm."