Mac could tell when Harm was restless. It didn't happen too much. Usually, when it was time to sleep he would conk out relatively quickly, his soft breaths lulling her to sleep as well.
Tonight though he'd been all over the bed. It began with him spooning against her and then he rolled away, fighting with the covers that were either too hot or too cold. He'd laid on his back, then one side and another unable to find comfort from his thoughts. Harm just couldn't power down.
At 3am, Mac decided to question him. "Harm? Whst's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"Try again. You've tossed and turned for five hours and six minutes." Tentatively she reached out placing a hand flat on his bare back. "Talk to me, fly boy."
With a heavy sigh, he turned to her in the darkness. "We're good right? This between us has been working out?" He seemed insecure ans Mac couldn't help but feel apprehensive.
"It's been really good...great...beyond any expectations I could ever have... even when we argue..."
"Especially when we argue." Harm decided, grinning mischievously as he recalled the activities rhat would occur after their arguments: make up sex. The last time was two days ago and it had been passionate, rough, wild until any resentment and anger subsided. That dynamic was odd to him, the fact that making love was another form of conversation. Even in its most primal, they fixed many disagreements in the bedroom.
He figured it had to so something with being naked both figuratively and literally. And it worked for them. But, his restlessness was something totally different that would likely land another argument which he didn't want to have.
"Harm. You're worrying me." This week in particular he just seemed off. Despite assurances that he loved her, always would, Mac would always be insecure, it was a product of her childhood and something they both had in common: fear of losing one another again.
"Marry me." The words cake out before he could stop himself and immediately. he cringed. This wasn't the way to propose, the last time he'd done so in haste had been disastrous and broke them apart for nine long and lonely years.
He was determined to make good on his promise this time to make Mac his wife and fix the problems of the past. When she didn't say a word, his heart sank. "It's too soon, isn't it?" They'd only gotten back together for the last two months. He was now stationed out of San Diego with the promise of one last tour before coming home for good. Mac's liasson offered her a chance to work out of Coronado.
While they weren't living together she spent most of the time in his apartment anyway.
"I thought you didn't want that anymore. That this was enough."
"No, Sarah. I said what I thought you needed to hear in order to be with you." He shifted close to her, pulling her body flush against his needing that contact. "Truth is, I want to marry you. I never kept that promise... We need to fix that, if you'll have me."
"Yes...It's all I ever wanted."
His lips descended on hers sealing his promise with a kiss.
