Unromantic

"Ouch!" Mac snapped her head up as Harm's thumb pressed down on a particularly sensitive spot on the arch of her left foot.

"Sorry." He grinned sheepishly, eased off the pressure so that he worked on the spot slowly until her head went back to rest on the towel at the edge of the jacuzzi tub.

Her flyboy was not the most romantic of sailors, a fact he admitted despite being the first to say 'I love you.' Harm was not romantic but he still bought her roses every Friday as he did when they first got together a little over six months ago.

Every Friday she could count on a dozen red roses that were delivered to her office. One dozen red roses, every Friday except for the one time they had a big fight and he turned her office into a jungle much to the Admiral's chagrin.

Today was yet another testament of how unromantic Harm was, evident in him finding this rather nice hotel instead of having them stay at whatever crap motel Tiner had stuck them with. A hotel where Harm upgraded their room to one with a large tub, something he knew she enjoyed.

And now they lay on opposite ends of said tub, his hands massaging her feet. Again, another unromantic gesture that Harm engaged in out of the blue just because she complained once about sore feet.

"I worked this knot out two days ago, how the hell do you have it again?" He was now running the heel of his palm down the length of her foot, keading out a few of the other tight spots.

"They're called heels. I'm fine most of the time but when we have one of those marathon court days like yesterday my feet take a hit."

Harm frowned and eased the pressure when she bit back a wince. "Can't you put an insert or something?"

Mac shook her head, "That doesn't help. My feet are almost flat. Inserts hurt more. I just have to grin and bear it."

He raised her foot out of the water, studying the bottom to note that, indeed, her arch was not very pronounced. Leaning in, he pressed a kiss to the sole and then placed her foot back on his lap and then began to work on the other. "I think you have cute feet."

She squirmed as he tickled the bottom and raised her head in order to glare at her boyfriend. "Feet are not cute."

"Yours are." Especially when her toenails were painted in Navy blue because Mac had lost a bet to him. "And you have cute toes." He tickled her again and when Mac tried to pull away his hand wrapped around her ankle to prevent her escape. "Now, now Marine. I'm not quite finished."

His hand moved upwards, massaging the back of her calve, working his way over the tight muscles to the back of her knee. "You have cute knees too."

"Oh?"

"Mmm hmm." His hands went up farther, caressing over her thighs. "Killer legs."

"You like my legs?"

"I do." And then his hands came over her hips and down. "Such a lovely six."

Mac's hand wrapped around his dog tags that she gently pulled to bring him closer. Her legs spread to accomodate his large body. Her arms draped across his shoulders and her lips met his in a sweet kiss.

"It's Friday." He said between kisses when a knock on the door ceased any other activity. Harm pulled himseld out of the tub, wrapped a towel around his waist and when he returned it was with a dozen red roses.

"You had them delivered here? I thought you weren't a romantic?" She asked watching him set the flowers down on the countertop and then strip off the towel before joining her again.

"I'm not."

Mac sighed as his lips met hers for a searing kiss and his body pressed against hers. Nope, her sailor was not a romantic, not one bit.