Harm hated shopping and only did so out if sheer necessity which was why he begrudgedly headed out to Georgetown to pick up a few things. First was a stop to pick up his bomber jacket that he'd left with a seamstress in order to fix his name tag which had unraveled.
He would have missed Mac completely had she been walking to the opposite corner, had he been five minutes too early or too late. As it was he almost didn't recognize her without the Marine uniform although he'd seen her in civvies before.
Mac's face was rosy from a recent facial treatment. Her hair, that had lengthened somewhat was held back by her sunglasses. She had on mid-rise blue jeans that seemed painted on by rhe way they hugged her hips. The top was a simple white cotton t-shirt with a swoop neck and 'USMC' in big black letters in the front.
She seemed happy and carefree, devoid of that Marine stoicism Mac hid behind. And when she noticed him, her smile widened and she quickened her pace to meet him. "Fancy seeing you here, Commander."
Harm shoved his hands in his pockets and shrugged. "Hello Major, needed to do a few things in this part of town."
"You hungry? There's a sandwhich shop down the block that I frequent. May even have a salad with your name on it." When he hesitated for a moment, Mac's smile began to disappear. "If you're busy..."
Harm was struck with the vision of her leaving and another man taking his place. "No! No, not busy. Let me just drop these bags in my car."
They met at the small restaurant, squeezing into a small table at the back where they mutually agreed to not speak about work. The early diner was pleasant followed by a stop at the ice cream parlor next door.
Mac had left him dumbstruck, unknowingly licking the spoon and making his attraction for her burn even more. Harm resisted the urge to kiss her but, something changed when they stepped outside.
It was raining. Hard. One of those quick, torrential summer rains that came and went without warning. It had even cleared the busy streets. "Mac...what are you doing?"
She stepped away from the awning that stretched across the storefront and into the pouring rain. Mac was soaked in seconds, not that she seemed to mind as she tilted her head back up to the skies.
Mesmerized, Harm could only look on, thanking whatever diety arranged their impromptu meeting. Her white shirt was now clinging like a second skin, plastering on her chest to reveal the swell of her breasts.
The desire to kiss her manifested yet again, stronger than ever, beckoning him to her. And so he stepped onto the side walk, wrapped one arm around her torso and pulled Mac to him.
When their lips met it was like a live wire; electrically charged. Harm half expected Mac to pull away but, her own arms came around his neck, allowing the kiss to deepen. Their tongues met and dueled, danced together until the need for air pulled them apart.
"I've wanted to do that since we came back from Russia." He admitted. Actually, he'd been wanting to do that since the first time they kissed in Norfolk.
"Do it again." She requested and, thankfully, Harm complied.
