A/N- I thought we could all use a TAD bit humor..

Disclaimer- I still don't own JAG, nor Harm and Mac... Sad to say...

Harm and Mac's House

McLean Va

Saturday's where interesting days in the Rabb household, especially now that the kids where older, Tommy had started baseball and Rosie had dance class on Saturday's, this Saturday was Harms day to take the kids , pick them up and than drop them off at their friends homes for their Saturday night sleep overs.

Now that he was done with all this; he'd just arrived back at his house for the rest of of the day; upon entering the house he went into the living room, not seeing Mac he started to wonder where she was at.

"Mac?" ( silence )

"MAC ?" ( this time louder )

"I'm up here in the attic"

Shaking his head - he made his up the stairs to the hallway, he looked up into the attic."What on earth are you doing up there?"

"Why don't you come up and see"

Once again shaking his head, he climbed up the pull down stairs and climbed up, poking his head and upper body through the attic opening. The sight was something to behold, Mac was sitting on the floor surrounded by all types and sizes of boxes.

"Darling what on earth are you doing?"

"What's it look like?"

"A big mess"

"Ha! Ha! - you think you're being funny."

"Hey you asked; I told you."

"Well why don't you get that six up here and help me."

"Or you can stop what your doing and spend the day with me, after all we have the whole house to ourselves."

Mac made a face; "Nope; I'm going to finish this first. You can either help me or you can go do yard work."

Harm pondered his options, "Fine I'll help you." He climbed the rest of the way up, forgetting to duck. 'Wack' his head made contact with the low part of the attic, this caused Mac to laugh.

"You know this isn't funny."

"Oh yes it is; brings back memories of The Watertown."

"I recall you laughed than as well." Harm said as he made his way over to Mac. He sat down pulling a box to him. It was Tommy's old baby cloths, he started looking through them, he remembered putting his son in some of the sleepers. Mac noticed his change. "You okay?"

"Yeah; just seeing this stuff brought up memories of Tommy as a baby."

"Hard to believe he's 7 now." Mac continued to open up boxes, "Oh this looks interesting."

Harm glanced up; "Whatcha got there?"

"Looks like a box from your mother."

"Mom?"

"Looks like she sent it a while ago."

Harm thought for a minute, "I must have forgotten about it."

"Well there's no time like the present." Mac used her box cutter and sliced open the box, peering inside, she pulled out old baseball trophies, some old photos, it was than something else caught her attention. "What are these?" She said holding up a pair of red/black spandex pants.

Harm attempted to grab them from her. "Oh I don't think so mister.So are these yours?"

"That's classified." He said still trying to get the pants away from Mac. "Plus I out rank you now"

"Not in this attic you don't. I feel that there's a great story behind these. You know I could always call your mom..."

"NO! NO!..."

"Why not?"

"Look its not what you think?"

"Really? Now what do you think I'm thinking?"

"I'm scared to say." Harm kept looking at his wife. "Heres the truth; I was part of the wrestling club in high school, I thought it might be a good way to meet girls."

Now Mac was amused, "Oh really, you thought they would think you looked hot in your hot pants."

"MAC !"

"What did they call you 'Hot Pants Rabb'..."

"No!"

"Harmon Hot Pants?"

"You're not funny.." Harm said as he was still trying to get a hold of the spandex pants from his wife."Come on Mac you've had your laugh; now hand them over!"

"Oh I don't think so.. " Mac jumped up and headed down the ladder making her way to the hallway. Harm was hot on her heels. He caught her at the bottom of the stairs. "You've had your fun now."

"Oh I've not even begun to have my fun with you.Want them come and get them." Mac ducked under the ladder and took off towards their bedroom. Harm right behind her. He caught her right as she went to open the door. Grabbing her and tossing her over his shoulder. "Harmon Rabb Jr; put me down!"

"Not a chance Marine, you want down? Hand over the pants."

"Not going happen Hot Pants."

"Fine you asked for it." Harm started back down the hallway, still carrying Mac over his shoulder. She tried to look to see where he was heading. Turning her head when she felt a breeze hit her. Harm stopped in front of their hot tub. "Hand them over or in you go."

"You wouldn't dare."

"Try me." He lifted her up.

"You win.."

Harm sat his wife down. She turned around and acted like she was going to hand him the pants. That was when she grabbed his wrist and flipped him into the hot tub. "Haha, turn about is fare play. Now I expect you to strip and model these for me. I've decided thats your punishment for trying to toss me into the hot tub. Oh and here's a towel. You're not about to get my clean carpet wet."

Harm grumbled as he took off his soaking wet clothes, wrapping the towel around his waist to headed back into the house, stopping long enough to drop is clothes into the washer, now to face the music. Thinking back he should have realized that threatening to drop his wife into the hot tub wouldn't have turned out good.

He made his way upstairs, stoping briefly to glance up into the attic, he didn't see or hear her. "Mac?"

"In here hot pants."

Harm rolled his eyes, this wasn't going to end well. He made his way to their bedroom, when he walked in he saw his wife sitting cross-legged in the middle of their oversized king bed. She had laid out his black and red spandex pants, along with the wrestling boots she found in the box, "Ready to model for me?"

"Do I have a choice?"

"Not anymore you don't, I was willing to let it slide; until you decided to play dirty."

Grumbling, Harm picked up the pants and boots. He started to head towards the bathroom.

"Not so fast there hot pants, I want to watch you put these on."

"Really Mac?"

"Oh yes, hot pants. I want to watch you wiggle your six into these."

"I'm never going to live this down; am I?"

"Nope; not a chance!"

Dropping his towel, started to head to grab dry boxers. Mac cleared her throat, "Youre going commando Captain, I get to see the whole package in these."

Harms eyes got wide, "Are you serious?"

"Very serious, my courtroom, my rules!"

"Fine! But I need socks at least for the boots."

"Fare enough, you may get those." Mac said as she got her phone ready to snap away once Harm was dressed.

After getting his socks, he went and picked up the pants, stretching them out a bit, "You Mac I'm a bit bigger now then I was in high school, so they might not fit.

"A chance I'm willing to take. On with them hot pants."

"Fine" - He went about putting them on, stretching and pulling as he pulled them up over his well toned thighs, and up to his waist. He shifted trying to get adjusted to the tight pants. "They're tighter then I remember."

"Looks good to me, I'm enjoying my view."

"You would say that!"

"Tiss-Tiss- look at all the times I've worn sexy little lingerie for you, you owe me this."

"Fine now that I'm dressed, what do you want?"

"I want you to shake that thing." Mac said as she crawled over to Harm, grabbing him by the waist, she ran her hands down his front between his legs cupping his manhood, "Nice and hard."

"He's a bit crapped in there. Care to help him out?"

"Not just yet. I want to see your moves?"

"My moves?"

"Yes; your moves, get jiggy with it!!!"

"You do know... Never mind.." He knew he wasn't going to win this fight with his wife." Fine.. I'll need your help with this.."

"My help?"

"Well yes, I need a valet..."

"A what?"

"Every wrestler has a valet. And I've just the outfit for you."

"You expect me to dress up with you?"

"You started this, I'm just adding to it. Now as for your attire, I'm thinking you need to wear your sexy red lingerie, after all I need my valet." Harm made his way over to Mac's drawer, he pulled out her lacy red lingerie set, tossing it over to her."Your turn Mrs Rabb, or should I say Sweetthing."

"Sweet what?"

"My Sweetthing, oh and you'll need these as well." He went over to the closet, he pulled out her tall red high heels, along with a head band with hearts on it. He tossed them over to Mac. "Get ready Sweetthing."

Deciding to play along and give him a run for his money at the same time, Mac crawled to the foot of the bed, sliding off the end. She stood up and started doing a sexy little strip tease, once she had all her clothes off, she plucked up the red lacy lingerie, first putting on the red lacy thong, next she put on the matching bra, once she got her ample breasts in the cups, she turned to Harm "I need your help here."

He couldn't stand it; grabbing her, he tossed her down on the bed, pulling his pants down and pushing aside the small patch of red that covered her core.They locked eyes with each other, as Harm pushed is hard cock inside her dripping wet folds. She wrapped her long slender legs around his waist, encouraging him to push deeper, as he did, he felt her tighten around milking him for he's worth. It wasn't long before he exploded in her, pouring his hot seed deep into her core, he collapsed on top of her. "Mac you should clean the attic more often."

"I think I'm done with that for now; but I might need a sexy moving man next weekend, can you recommend anyone."

"I'm pretty sure I know one that would be willing to help you out." Harm said flashing her his famous Flyboy grinn."

A/N- Might continue this...