Axed

Mac studiously watched Harm as his hands wrapped around the handle of the axe he was about to swing. He handled the weapon, eyed the target and heaved it onto the chopping block in front. The movement raised up the simple black shirt he wore exposing his midriff just above wear worn blue jeans.

It was innocent really just a little show of skin, but it had her licking her lips. And deciding that he certainly was the most gorgeous man on the planet. And he was all hers. She sighed contentedly.

Harm pulled the axe from the wood block and then turned with a satisfied grin. He hadn't hit the bullseye but came pretty damned close. "Your turn, Marine."

He was always finding fun things to do for date night and for two adrenaline junkies the idea of slinging sharp metal at a target was right up their alley.

Mac took the axe from her husband and carefully gauged the weight of the weapon. Her hands moved low on the handle, wrapping one over the other. She furled her brow, stuck her tongue out and focused on the red circle at the center. Her hands came up over her head and in a swift motion, she let the axe sail through the air. "Bullseye!"

"What?" She heard Harm groan and then rush to the wooded board where the axe was wedged. Mac held back a snicker at his obvious disdain specifically when he turned to face her. "Why are you good at everything?" He unwedged the axe and hurried back to the throw line in order to seek redemption.

"What? I'm not good at everything."

He swung the axe again groaning when it landed farther away from the bullseye. "We went shooting two weeks ago and you kicked my ass."

Mac took the axe from him and swung again, effortlessly hitting the bullseye. "With the pistol, sure. But, you kicked serious ass with the rifle."

"When we did our little sparring on Wednesday at the gym you had me on my back three times."

"Oh, give me a break, Harm. You were taking it easy on me."

Yes, he could beat her at a fight but, jiu jitsu was technical, like a game of chess. There were specific movements, ways of blocking and countering created for a smaller, weaker opponent to overtake a larger, stronger one. Not that he minded her being on top. The visual of Mac all sweaty wearing those skin tight shorts made blood rush to his nether regions. "No, not really. You countered every movement. Winded me if I remembered correctly."

Mac chuckled. She did indeed wind him and then made up for it with a sexy outfit she'd bought for a different occasion.

"You're good at pretty much everything." He was practically pouting.

Lord her Flybly could sometimes err on the side of dramatics. "You're the better cook. You're the one that can fly and that's pretty damn impressive."

All the knobs, switches and handles that he had to touch to get an F-14 up in the air. It just truly amazed her. Plus the amount of studying, the physics, the hours logged in the cockpit. The carrier landings that awed her. "You know so much about cars. Hell, you changed the breaks on my Vette. And all of that history stuff."

Harm shrugged. "I'm sure if I showed you how to fly my plane you'd be good at that too."

"Yeah right."

"And there's another thing that you're particularly good at." Harm stepped close to his wife wrapping his arms around her waist to bring her closer.

"Harm…"

"Kissing." He grinned and then dipped his head down to press his lips against hers giving Mac a slow, passionate kiss.