A/N: Challenge piece – sort of. My apologies, but I did break one rule - this isn't set in Season 2-8 (unless we want to assume they got together around season 3). Otherwise, it is a one shot, Harm and Mac only, and I do use the challenge line: "So I can kiss you anytime I want."
May I?
Harm eased off the bed, tucking the purple comforter around his sleeping four-year-old daughter. Smiling, he eased the sparkly tiara off her head which Lily insisted on wearing every waking moment and everywhere she went, much to the chagrin of her Marine mother. His mini-Mac, he thought as he smoothed her dark locks, flipping on the nightlight as he left the room. Stopping in the room next door, he leaned over the crib to check on one-year-old Nathan, watching his little chest rise and fall.
Satisfied that all was well, he made his way to his and Mac's bedroom, finding Mac already finished with her nightly routine, stretched out on the bed with her nose in a book, wearing nothing but a short, satiny turquoise blue nightie. The ambient light reflecting off her long, tanned legs sparked the arousal that always simmered under the surface whenever he was near her.
Looking up from her book, Harm could feel Mac's eyes watching as he stripped down to his boxers, as she asked, "Are the kids sleeping?"
"Yep. Nate's still out like a light and Lily finally zonked out."
"So how many books did it take to satisfy our little princess?"
"Just two," Harm answered as he headed into the bathroom.
"Hey, you got off easy!"
"I told her that Mommy was waiting for me to read her a bedtime story," Harm called from the bathroom.
"Is that our new euphemism for sex?"
Harm just poked his head around the doorway and leered at Mac, as much as one can leer with a toothbrush in his mouth.
"So, are you going to read Cinderella to me, too?" Mac asked as Harm returned to the bedroom.
"Only if there's an adult version," Harm replied, his voice low and filled with innuendo. "However, tonight the tomes of choice were Sleeping Beauty and Green Eggs and Ham, but we had to read that one twice so our little genius could practice her reading skills."
"You know she just has that memorized, right Harm?"
"Hey, our daughter is brilliant, just like her daddy," Harm replied as he joined Mac on the bed.
"The deal was, our daughter was supposed to have my brains," Mac countered, as she rolled on her side toward Harm.
"Yes, but she got your looks so it stands to reason that she has my brains."
"Poor girl," Mac retorted, earning her a pinch to her rear.
"Watch it, Marine, or I won't tell you about the little heart to heart Lily and I had."
"Ok, I'll be good. What did you two talk about?"
Harm rolled on his side to face Mac, running a hand along the curve of her waist and down her hip. "Well, it seems as if there was a bit of a soap opera at preschool today. That bratty boy, Jeremy, kissed Lily's friend, Sadie. And when I got to the part in the story tonight where the prince kissed Sleeping Beauty, Lily told me that the prince shouldn't have done that - that her teacher, Miss Mary, said that boys aren't ever to kiss a girl unless the girl says it okay."
"Good for Miss Mary. That Jeremy kid better stay away from Lily. So, what did you say to her?"
"I told her Miss Mary was right; that's the rule for boys and girls. But then she gave me that mini-Marine death glare - you know the same look you give me when you're annoyed with me - and accused me of breaking the rule because I kiss Mommy all the time without asking you first."
"Ha! Our daughter is a genius! She caught the great Harmon Rabb on cross examination. So how did you get out of that one?"
"I told her that married people have conjugal privileges."
"You did not tell our four-year-old that!"
"Okay, I didn't use the word "conjugal," I just told her there were different rules for mommies and daddies – so I can kiss you whenever I want."
"Is that so?"
"Yep." And to prove his point Harm leaned over and captured her lips in a searing kiss.
After a moment, Mac put a hand to Harm's chest, pushing him back. "Wait a minute, Mister. I think we should revisit Lily's rule."
"You want me to ask before I kiss you?"
Reaching down to stroke his hardening manhood pressing insistently against her thigh, Mac replied, "If you want those, 'conjugal privileges,' yes I do."
Knowing when he was beat, Harm gave in. Leaning over to tease Mac's lips with barely-there kisses, Harm asked, "Mrs. Rabb, may I have permission to kiss you senseless?"
"No."
Mac grinned as Harm incredulously echoed, "No?"
"Not until I get my promised bedtime story."
Harm waggled his eyebrows and replied, "You want a story? I'll give you a story."
Mac lounged back against the pillows smiling in anticipation as Harm caressed her thigh. His hand traveled up her waist, drawing her nightie with it, until he pulled the offending garment over her head.
"Har-m, what happened to my story?"
"Patience, Marine. This is an interactive story," as his lips moved to nuzzle her neck. "Okay, here's your story, with apologies to Dr. Seuss."
He kissed the tip of her nose and began, "May I kiss you on your nose? May I kiss you on your toes?" Harm moved down to kiss each of her pink-painted toes, the color picked out by Lily during a recent mother-daughter pedicure.
"May I kiss you on your shin?" Harm trailed kisses up Mac's leg, caressing her silky skin as he went. "May I kiss you on your chin?" Mac moaned softly as he moved up beside her, kissing along her jaw.
"May I kiss you on your eyes?" Harm kissed Mac's closed eyelids as she smiled in pleasure. "May I kiss you on your thighs? Harm slowly and sensuously trailed kisses up each of her inner thighs, grinning at Mac's groan of frustration when he stopped before meeting her desired target.
Lifting his head to take in the sight of his sexy wife, flushed with arousal, he continued. "May I kiss you on your hips? May I kiss you on your lips?" Moving up to once again capture her lips, her mouth readily opening to welcome the intrusion of his tongue.
Using every bit of willpower he had, he pulled back. "May I kiss you on your cheek?" Planting a chaste kiss on each. "May I kiss you on your feet?"
"That doesn't exactly rhyme, Harm."
"Poetic license, sweetheart," Harm replied as he moved down to seductively run the tip of his tongue along the bottom of each of her perfectly pedicured feet.
Harm grinned as she tried to pull her feet out of his grasp, giggling, "Harm! That tickles!"
Having pity, he released her feet. "May I kiss you on your knees? May I kiss you, pretty please?" Harm lifted her leg to seductively suck behind her knee, having discovered during past exploits what an erogenous zone that was for his sensuous wife.
The scent of arousal wafting from Mac, was making him painfully hard and he knew neither one of them would last much longer before they went up in flames. Moving up he continued, "May I kiss you on your tits?"
"You know I hate that word, Harm!" But her protestation ended on a moan as he swirled his tongue over a hardened nipple, nipping and sucking while his hand caressed her other full, firm breast.
"May I kiss you on your clit?" Harm finally moved down to put his tongue to good use where she's wanted it all along. He grinned as Mac's hips rose reflexively, relishing the staccato, high-pitched moans she uttered as he drove her higher and higher.
He looked up to see her biting her bottom lip, her head thrashing back and forth on the pillow as her hands gripped the slats of the headboard above her head. He knew she was close, a couple more swipes of his tongue would send her over the edge. And then he pulled back as Mac groaned in disapproval. "Harm, don't stop."
"I thought you wanted a bedtime story, Mac."
"Harm, please!" were the only coherent words that Mac could articulate.
Ignoring her pleas, he continued, "May I kiss you here and there?" Peppering her belly with feather-light kisses.
Mac moaned in frustration, "You can kiss me anywhere!"
Smiling he rose up to nudge her entrance with his hardened penis, teasingly holding back from entering her. "So, can I kiss you anytime I want?"
"Anytime," she acquiesced, raising her hips once again, trying to complete the union they both desired.
"Good," was Harm's only reply as he pushed into her welcoming depths.
Later as they lay collapsed together Mac lifted her head from Harm's chest. "That was the best bedtime story, I've ever had, Harm. But I don't think I'll ever be able to read Dr. Seuss again."