This one is silly… ;-)

Tan Lines

Harm was sated. Happily, wonderfully, delightfully, completely sated and from the soft sound of contentment from the woman who was half sprawled across him, she was too.

He let his hand move under the sheet which covered them, fingertips moving slowly over her spine. Mac had the softest skin, he found. Softer than most of the women he'd been with. He delighted in touching her, roaming and caressing over each swell and curve. Irianian heritage gave her such a unique colouring that bronzed in the heat of the Australian sun.

Oh, Australia, they became lovers then, precisely five weeks ago when a ferry ride made him realize he was crazy about her and Mac felt the same about him. They made love that night and spent the remainder of their time inseparable deciding to keep the romance a secret for now.

He grinned smugly at Mic's expression when Mac turned him down for dinner. Seemed his exploits on Manly Beach netted him a big fat zero in the Mac department no matter how topless he had her. Or not, she'd swore the ties of her bikini top were merely secured behind her back and he had no reason not to believe Mac.

She shifted against him, snuggled closer with a long, happy sigh. The movement made the sheet slip down to her hip and when Harm grabbed the edge in order to cover her, he noticed something...off.

"Tan lines." He raised his head and stared at her skin. Back, shoulders, breasts...down there..and not one damned tan line. All of the women he'd been with had some sort of tan line however faint. Mac had none...less than none. Her skin was almost flawless save for a few scars and, of course, her tattoo. "Mac?"

"Mmm?" She answered sleepily.

"Why don't you have tan lines?" In a way he didn't want an answer, concerned that she'd lied to him about being topless in front of Mic.

Mac's head came off his chest, a hazy, confused gaze found him staring down at her. She shook her head and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. "I what?"

"Don't have tan lines...not a one." He proved his point by lowering the seat down off of her. "You said you weren't topless at the beach."

He was practically pouting if not slightly mortified and his expression almost made her laugh. Mac grinned and sat up, pulling the sheet to cover her nakedness. A good natured ribbing was in order. "Not that beach no...but…there is a secluded beach in Virginia..When the weather is nice, I go there, sun bathe in the nude."

Harm's eyes widened in shock and his jaw had gone slack. Clearly he was running scenarios in his mind all of which included a naked version of her as evident by the tenting of the sheet across his lap. "Uh. You uh...sunbathe...naked?"

Mac sighed and laid back down, cuddling next to him. "Yep… I hate tan lines…" She moved her hand to his chest, her fingers playing with the soft, springy hair.

"Sooo… this beach...how secluded is it?"

She glanced up to find him staring with an expectant expression if not a mischievous one. It made her roll her eyes and chuckle. Men. "Alright..I'll fess up. There is no secluded beach. There is however something called a spray tan."

"Spray tan?"

She chuckled again, watching his ideas of making love to her on the beach fly away. "You get into a machine, it sprays me down...levels out my skin, keeps it soft too."

"Oh…So, You hate tan lines?" She nodded and Harm groaned. "I have tan lines, Mac."

He did and her hand dropped to trace over said tan line just above his hips. "You do...I like your tan lines."