Silly silly silly silly. But, I do like this couply stories because they are just amusing to write. Maybe I'll have them go to therapy for shits and giggles. I'd be a hoot.
She Shot Me.
Mac was staring at his six.
Unabashed. Out in public. Shamelessly and without remorse, Mac was staring at his ass.
And Harm had a lovely one when it came to men. Not too big and not too small. It was rounded and strong from hours of deadlifts, running and whatever other activity kept it so sexy.
Perfect to dig her nails into in the heat of passion or bite. Oh yeah and she'd bitten his six a time or two much to his delight and surprise. It was just too lovely not to.
She especially loved it in jeans because when they were out of uniform Mac could casually slide her hand into the back pocket and touch him. She also loved it in summer whites because when he bent over it was a little more visible than usual.
And she was still staring at it.
Mac let out an unladylike snort. Or was it a giggle? A chuckle? Maybe a chortle? Whatever it was the sound caught the attention of the other three people in the small exam room. One being the man who owned that sexy six. Another the doctor who was sewing it and the third, the nurse assisting.
"It's not funny!" Harm protested, his head snapping so that he could glare at her.
The doctor was having a hard time keeping a straight face as well. "Tell me again how you shot your husband?"
"Well…It was his fault." They'd gone shooting to an outdoor range which offered a tactical course for those taking classes. Not that either of them didn't know what to do in that situation, it was more of those fun couple activities they routinely engaged in to keep the spice alive.
"It was not my fault!" Harm said, grumbling under his breath as the doctor continued attending to the wound. "She shot me!"
"Not on purpose!" That six of his was far too cute for her to willingly damage. "It was a ricochet." Mac pointed out. As they had weaved through the brick buildings that made up the makeshift city she and Harm were beating the other two person teams. Racking up point after point as they cleared out each building and shot at the 'enemy.' There were only three teams left and they were poised to win it all.
They were using simulation bullets for safety but masks and Kevlar were required as they hurt just as bad as the real thing. "I went in first, found that everything was clear and then motioned for Harm to join."
When he did, the pair carefully walked through the building searching for the enemy. "And then I tripped." She lied. Oh yes, she lied because the truth was a little embarrassing. They were military officers, duty, honor and decorum had been drilled into the both of them.
But he looked so sexy and they were having so much fun that Mac stopped her forward progress and turned to kiss him. Her cheeks burned red from the embarrassment as she recalled her finger sliding off the metal and onto the trigger. The shot surprised her as much as it did him.
She was taught not to do that, it was ingrained how to properly handle a weapon and yet her thinking went out the window when he kissed her back. It was one hell of a kiss, far too intense for the heat of their simulated battle but it happened. More than anything, she lost sight of her surroundings. "Mmmm. As nice as that was, we need to keep moving." He kissed her again, this time lingering a bit longer before moving forward. Damn it made her want to drop their little game, head back home and have her way with him.
"He walked in front of me to take the lead and it was...God, I'm embarrassed to say it was friendly fire." She hadn't noticed the thick pipe connected to the wall although it was painted bright red and had several yellow ribbons attached to it. No, she was too busy staring at his six and how it looked in those faded blue jeans when he stepped forward and crouched.
Which was why she tripped, the edge of her boot catching the lower corner of the pipe sending her teetering to the ground. Her finger clipped the trigger just enough so that a round went off, ricocheted off the pipe and into Harm. Well, it wasn't the round itself but a fragment that had inexplicably embedded itself into his six. A freak accident but, an accident nonetheless that had them heading to the emergency room. "It ricocheted off the ground and slammed into his six."
"His what?" The nurse asked, staring at Mac with both horror and amusement.
"Six. It's military speak for your backside. He's Navy, I'm in the Marines. Which makes it very embarrassing seeing as both of us know damned well how to hold a firearm. It was an accident."
Harm snorted at her little story, a sorry excuse if he ever heard one. The woman was a certified weapons specialist, one that often bested even the most seasoned Recon Marine when it came to precision and skill. One with that kind of reflex just didn't go around tripping and 'accidentally' hitting the rigger. "Yeah, right. An accident my ass. You shot me!"
"Oh jeez. I did not mean to shoot you." Mac rolled her eyes and sighed. She was going to have to endure a whiny flyboy for a few days, for sure although she welcomed the challenge. "Besides, you shot me first, did you forget?"
"Oh." Harm felt the wind die out of his sails and while she had shot him on accident, his had been intentional although the healing portion of taking care of Mac's bruised six had been quite explosive if he recalled. It had been so damned good, Mac nearly begged for a repeat performance the following night.
"My dear, sweet husband failed to mention a little paintball incident where my six was involved." While not shrapnel or a bullet wound, it had hurt like hell. "He shot me on purpose."
Harm nodded, "Yep, this is true." His sheepish grin didn't win him any points with the medical team who was staring between the couple as if they'd both lost their minds.
The doctor stopped for a moment and pointedly glared between Harm and Mac. Any amusement had faded completely and he wondered if this was some sort of sick sex game that had gone a little too far. "Is this normal behavior?"
Mac shrugged. "It's a recent development in our relationship. We're military lawyers and used to verbally spar in the courtroom."
Her comment did not appease the doctor not one bit and the man finished off with Harm with a little more force than needed. "Have you two sough counselling?"
Counselling? Them? Oddly enough they both laughed that the absurdity of that comment and both commented with the same line. "They'd quit." Which only made them laugh even harder much to the chagrin of the doctor who was under the impression that this was an odd case of domestic abuse.
"This is no laughing matter. Mr. Rabb could have been seriously injured. Had that ricochet moved a few inches south we'd be having a whole different conversation." He sighed heavily, taking off his gloves and tossing them into a large pail with a red bag inside of it used for medical waste. "I'm recommending you both seek counselling."
"Counselling?" Harm and Mac said at the same time which was how they wound up in couple's therapy two nights a week for four weeks.
