Mac would be hard pressed to find a better day of the week than good ol' Saturday. There were many reasons to love it but, none more than the lazy kind when she woke, mid-morning, in a certain sailor's arms.

She was happy. Deliriously, wonderfully, extatically happy. They were married, had been for fifteen crazy years and she still loved as much today as ever.

Military discipline usually had them waking earlier - Saturday mornings they would go for a run and after a shower and breakfast, they would sometimes go back to bed. Today had been a little different as she'd woken up to Harm's lips pressing soft kisses down her spine.

His fingers brought her body to life and they made that slow, languorous type of love reserved for a lazy Saturday. And he'd knocked that damned internal clock of hers out of whack as slow lovemaking turned a little more passionate.

Mac sighed happily, only mildly annoyed that she needed to raise her head from his chest to peak at the digital alarm clock on their bed side table.

9:45.

The arm wrapped around her tightened, his soft breathing changed and Mac felt Harm stretch beneath her. "Hmmm...Morning beautiful."

His voice was rough from sleep, low and sexy and Mac found it still gave her butterflies in the stomach to hear him call her that. "Good morning, handsome."

Harm turned so that they were laying side by side and snuggled into her. His lips met hers in a slow, deep kiss that would have progressed to something more had his stomach not grumbled loudly.

"Guess you worked up an appetite this morning." She teased, resting her forehead against his.

"Yeah well, woke up with this sexy Marine in my bed, needed to show her how well Navy equipment worked...It got a bit heated."

"Mmm...well." She pulled out of his embrace, crawled out of bed and slipped on that silk kimono he'd bought her.

"Where you going?"

"To make breakfast. I need to make sure you've got your strength up."

"Oh yeah?" He was grinning, that sexy fly boy grin that still affected her no matter how much Mac tried to deny it. She was out the door and halfway to the kitchen when Mac returned with a mischievous gleam in her eye.

"By the way, it's raining. Doesn't look like it'll clear up anytime soon."

Before she could leave again, Harm was quick to move, grabbing Mac by the waist and pulling her back into bed. He uncinched the kimono so that his hands could roam over her body. "I love rainy Saturdays." He declared between kisses.

"Mmm, me too...It's perfect weather for making love." She gasped when his fingers did their magic on her and before long his body was joined with hers.

Yes, Mac most definitely loved Saturday.