TITLE: Waiting For Her
AUTHOR: Vid Z.
PAIRING: Harm/Singer
CHARACTERS: Harm, Loren
CATEGORY: pure, shameless fluff, Romance, Humor
TIMELINE: aw, heck, I don't know. Perhaps alternate season 8 or 9?
WARNINGS: To make it clear: If you don't like Harm/Singer fics then don't read this fic. If you intend to read just so you could complain after, don't, cause you will be branded village idiot. If you intend to flame don't even bother. I welcome CONSTRUCTIVE critiques, but not flaming.
DISCLAIMER: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc of the TV show JAG are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author of this fic. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: I bow before no-one, I will continue to write and to post as long as I have inspiration. And it won't run out anytime soon, since I have currently 5 or 6 WIPs sitting in the dry dock.
Came up with this fic after seeing a commercial for some australian beer and having imagined how Harm would've reacted. Definitely differently than that guy!
SUMMARY: some questions can be innocent. Some not so much. And some questions can be downright dangerous.
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She was looking at herself in the fullsize mirror, checking herself out from all sides.
"So, how does it look?"
Harm (who'd been waiting for her to get dressed for the last 37 minutes so they could go to the office Christmas party and was definitely bored out of his mind) glanced up and replied.
"It looks fantastic, honey." 'Just like the last 3 did.'
She twisted herself into another unnatural form and asked with a frown. "You don't think my ass looks too big?"
Harm froze in mid-inhale. 'Oh shit. It's THE Question!'
He forced himself to exhale and take another breath before forcing a calm and serene smile on his face and reassuring her. "Definitely not!"
Suddenly blue lasers were turned on him, spearing him. The frown that accompanied the glare told him he was too fast in his reply, making it sound insincere. In truth it was anything but insincere.
'Doesn't the woman realise how gorgeous she is? I really don't know how she can be insecure about her looks. I have to send warning looks to all hetero and alive men we pass by on the streets to quell any ideas.' Harm was not a jealous guy, but he sure didn't appreciate those leering and salivating looks men kept sending his wife.
To assure her of his sincerity he looked her dead in the eyes. "I mean it, Loren, you look stunning. As you looked stunning in all those other dresses. You are the most beautiful woman in the world and I love you."
Her eyes softened with love and a smile tugged at her lips.
"Harmon Rabb Jr., you are getting sappy with age!" she scolded playfully. Then she gave in and let the smile blossom.
Loren Rabb leaned forward and kissed Harm tenderly on the lips. "Thank you, honey, and sorry for making you wait. I love you, too. Now let's go, so we won't be late."
Harm surreptiously released a relieved breath and helped her into her coat. When she turned to leave their apartment he looked at the afore-mentioned derriere. After 2 years of marriage it still had the power to make his heart race and sink his mind into the gutter.
Then he gently stroked over it once, slipped his arm around her waist and off they went.
After all, the sooner they left, the sooner they could get back so he could show her just how gorgeous she was.
THE END
