Absolutely silly Harm and Mac fluff because I also use seven much as Mac does. ;-)
Seven
Harm stared at Mac's turned down bed in both awe and bewilderment. This would be the first time he slept over - well, not quite. He had slept in her bed before but that usually came after they'd exhausted each other from other activities.
Tonight though they were just sleeping sleeping. Normal sleeping. The kind of sleeping a couple did when they cohabitated and he was actually a little apprehensive about it.
It was Mac who suggested they move in together. Since they began dating six months prior, neither of them were in their respective abodes without the other. Half of her things were in his place and more than half of his had taken up residence in hers. It was only natural and one hell of a big step when Harm declared it was time to get rid of his loft. It was more of a bachelor pad and lacked the warmth or space of Mac's apartment.
So there he was standing at the end of the bed looking down at her (actually it was now their) bed while Mac finished showering. His hands came to his hips, eyebrows hit his hairline. "Seven?"
Actually it was more like nine but, he refused to count the other two since they were his. He tried to imagine why she would need so many although figuring women out was often a detriment. They were like cute little aliens and he had yet to discover what made them tick. Mac, specifically, was beyond interesting.
She had the softness of a woman but could think and fight like a man. Part of him always imagined her digging into a foxhole and calling it cozy. The other part imagined red silk sheets against her beautifully exotic skin.
He was still standing at the end of the bed, this time with his head tilted when Mac came out of the bathroom. "It's all yours if...Harm?"
She came to stand right next to him and followed his line of sight that stopped right on the bed. Concerned, Mac moved closer to him expecting something to suddenly jump out of the sheets like a spider. "What is it?"
"Seven. You have seven pillows and I can't even begin to figure out why you would need so many." He waved a hand over to his side of the bed and the two that were neatly stacked on top of one another. "I only need two." And, if he was honest, that number could drop to one as the second had always been a substitute to hold when she wasn't around.
"Well. Let me see." Mac went around to her end and began to arrange the pillows much as she did on the nights which she slept alone. "I put these two here." She took the fluffiest two and placed them against the headboard. It had been one of those things she did as a kid that never really went away in adulthood.
One pillow went at the edge of the bed and another opposite. The two final ones went in the center below the fluffy ones against the headboard. It made something of a cocoon and when Mac crawled into bed she lay on her side, the seventh pillow cradled between her arms. "It's cozy. Of course half of them are on the ground when I wake up but it's just really cozy." She shrugged grinning up at the exasperated look on his face.
Harm slipped into his side and began tossing two of the pillows, including rh3 one she was curled up with, to the ground. "Hey!" Mac protested until he slid up against her so that he could hold her in his arms.
"I think you can lose a few of those." He surmised as she settled against him, sighing happily.
"I think you're right."
