*This is OLD I bumped into it looking for old stories.*

Normal

It should have been a normal day with a normal case load, but it wasn't. Normally, by this time of the day Harm and Mac would have had a normal lunch, at a normal time and normally talked about Mattie's teenaged antics. It was normal for Harm to hold his tongue when he really wanted to ask Mac about Webb, and why they broke up. Normally, they wouldn't be having lunch at nearly 4pm with the promise of not leaving JAG ops until the wee hours of the morning. Normally, they would be on their way home, wanting to spend more time together, but it wasn't normal for a woman to spend so much time with a man that wasn't her boyfriend. But, it wasn't a normal day, so Harm decided to ask a question that he normally would have avoided. A question that effectively changed any normalcy and took Mac totally by surprise.

"How many times have we kissed, Mac?" He asked, out of the blue before stuffing his mouth full of noodles.

Mac sat at her desk, and Harm was across from her. She was taken completely off guard. "I ah. . .Well. . . Is this a trick question?" She countered, trying to deter him, but it didn't work.

After swallowing a bite, following it with a drink of soda, Harm continued with a sheepish grin. "There was that one time when you almost kissed me."

"Almost?" Mac raised an eyebrow, she really didn't know where he was gong with this.

Harm nodded. "Yea, almost. . . that time when we were in Columbia. Remember you said my dress whites were overrated." Smirking, he watched the expression on her face soften.

Mac grinned and pointed her chopsticks at Harm. "You know, I lied. . . you do look very good in dress whites and gold wings."

Harm offered a grin of his own and chuckled. "Well, I knew that." He ate some more noodles and continued. "Then there was that time at the docks." He sighed, and his voice became low, almost hushed.

Noticing immediately, Mac nodded and repeated the same sentence she had told him then, when he kissed goodbye, one of the ghosts of his past. "You were kissing her." She watched as he sat for a moment, un moving, with a faraway look in his eyes. Those sea-green eyes soon met her own and a smile replaced his frown.

"You know, I've thought about that night a lot and, yea I was kissing her goodbye, and yet I wasn't. Kissing you was different, Mac."

"Different how?"

Harm shrugged. "Nicer, sweeter, maybe?" He watched her mouth form an "o" before he broke the silence. "Okay, so there was that time on the sub, when I gave you mouth to mouth."

After taking a drink of water, Mac shook her head. "Nope, that doesn't count."

"Why not?" He whined.

Chuckling, Mac continued. "Because. . . I was unconscious, I wasn't kissing you back."

"But there was lip to lip action." He said, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.

Mac let out a sigh and rolled her eyes. "Doesn't count. . . how about Australia. . ." She knew that she stuck her foot in her mouth, so she decided to proceed carefully. "We might have kissed if things went. . . differently."

This time it was Harm's turn to disagree. "Now that, really doesn't count."

"Why not?" She whined, using the same tone he'd given her earlier.

Harm let out a sigh. "What ifs don't count."

"Okay." Mac thought for a moment and grinned. "Christmas." Before he would object to anything she added. "I know, it's a standard Christmas, mistletoe kiss, but it was a kiss nevertheless."

"A nice kiss." He said with a smile, remembering that grin that she gave him once they were under the mistletoe. "You made sure I was under there didn't you?"

Mac began blushing just a little. Grabbing some water in her hand, she sprinkled him and chuckled. "Had to seize the moment."

"Uh huh." Harm said with a knowing smile. What she didn't know was that she beat him to the punch and that night he had a similar idea.

They finished their meals in a comfortable silence before Harm leaned back in the guest chair and stretched. "Paraguay." He said, looking directly at her.

"Paraguay?" She repeated, wondering where he was going with this.

Harm grinned and moved to the edge of the chair. "We would have kissed. . .I know it and you know it."

"I. . I thought we weren't talking about what ifs." She countered, trying, yet again, to diffuse the conversation. Grinning, Mac leaned towards her desk and whispered, "Though, I wanted to kill Webb for walking in at that precise moment." Chuckling, she leaned back and smirked. "After I knew he was okay, that is."

Harm chuckled as well. "I thought I was the only one thinking that." At the shake of her head, his chuckling turned into laughter. "We're bad."

They stared at each other again in silence and Mac looked away when she said. "My engagement party." When she looked towards Harm she saw that wistful look in his eyes, one that probably matched the same look in her eyes.

Harm smiled. "That kiss was. . ."

"Incredible. . ." She finished for him.

"Incredible?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

Mac nodded, her voice turning low, huskier. "And exhilarating."

"Exhilarating?" As her adjectives continued, Harm felt a rush go through him.

Her eyes met his, with such a look of desire that he felt himself drown as she said, "Insatiable."

Harm let out the breath he was holding. "Why insatiable?"

"Because, it left me wanting more." She stared him down, daring him to do something about it.

Harm decided to join in the game that he was losing control over. "Do you still want more, Mac?"

"Do you?" She asked, her voice still low and husky.

Harm grinned, and leaned into the chair. "I asked first."

Mac licked her lips and added in a voice near a whisper. "Yes."

"Dare me, Sarah." He said, with a mischievous gleam in his eyes.

It was then that Mac stood, went around her desk and towards her door. She drew the blinds, locked them in and turned around to find Harm standing directly behind her. "Kiss me, Harm." And he did just that.

Harm wrapped his arms around her and kissed Mac with all of the feeling and emotion that had been building through the years. He sought entrance to her mouth and was granted access. He searched the inside of her mouth, memorizing everything just in case he never had the chance to kiss her again. Mac, in turn, did the same and brought her tongue against his, teasing him to continue. It was nearly a minute later, before they both backed away, breathless and needy. "I think we should continue this somewhere else." Harm said, with his arms still around her.

"I'll get my things." Mac said, giving him another kiss as she broke away from his hold and walked to her desk.

0350 Zulu

JAG Headquarters

Falls Church, Virginia

"One hundred and eighty five." Pause. "One hundred and eighty six." Pause. "One hundred and eighty seven." Mac giggled as Harm counted each kiss that he placed on her lips.

She wrapped her arms around him and marveled in the feeling of his naked flesh against her own. "Mmm. . . I love you." She said unconsciously and immediately hoped that he hadn't heard that. Though they had finally made love, it didn't mean that the relationship had graduated to the whole 'I love you' sector.

Harm watched her grimace and just grinned at her. Did she really think he didn't feel the same way? "Sarah." He said, and waited for her eyes to meet his before adding. "I love you."

Mac nearly squealed in delight as she hugged him hard against her. "I'm sorry. . I'm sorry for . . ."

Harm stopped her with a kiss and smiled. "You talk too much. . . and that was one hundred and eighty eight." Mac giggled again, as he started counting.

She let him reach two hundred before telling him with an breathy voice. "Harm, just shut up and kiss me."

Nope, today, definitely wasn't a normal day. Because, a normal day would mean that Mac would normally be home alone, wondering why she broke up with spookboy. Even if he wasn't around, having a boyfriend was better than having non at all. Harm would normally be home alone, as on Friday nights, Mattie and Jen would go to the movies. Normally, Harm and Mac would be dreaming of each other but not daring to make a move. Normally, the unresolved sexual tension would continue to drown them. Normally, they would chose a safer path by ignoring the intimate feelings. But, today wasn't a normal day. But, what fun is normal anyway?