A/N: I am still new to publishing stories and I have noticed lots of views, but very few reviews. I would truly appreciate it if you would drop a review after reading. The good, the bad, and the ugly all welcomed. I couldn't resist a mention to one of my favorite movies.

As Keeter goes searching for a new dance partner, he is intercepted by Harm.

Keeter thumps Harm on the back and banters, "My, My Harm, your dance partners are getting younger and younger each time I see you. That girl was closer to jailbait than any of the ones you used to get in every port we stopped at!"

Harm knows that Jack is merely trying to bait him, but he knows Jack's playbook better than anyone and isn't falling for it. Shaking his head, Harm tells him, "Mac was right, I should have strapped you to the wing of the plane when I had a chance. I don't need any other women in my life, I have Mac, and sometimes she is more than even I can handle. I was simply doing an Admiral a favor. I'd introduce you, but her dad is a judge, and I don't want us both court-martialed."

Jack responds with a full flyboy smile. "I know what you mean. I thought she was going to castrate me a few times when we were in the desert. And you wouldn't dare strap me to a plane! I'm only the second craziest naval aviator out there, so it would be a disservice to our country to take me out."

Harm chuckles, "I wouldn't put it past her. I'm sure she has wanted to do the same to me on more than one occasion, but then she would have to give up our future adorable offspring, so I think I am somewhat safe. And what do you mean, 2nd craziest? I've pulled some interesting stunts before, but I think you have me beat by far, especially with all of those missions that aren't on the books!"

Jack laughs, "We won't discuss those here, but even in all those crazy missions, I have yet to have a missile stuck up my six! Nor have I have tried to land a flying Winnebago, without a tail hook, on an aircraft carrier!"

Harm confidently replies, "The Schwartz was with me, what can I say?"

Jack shakes his head, "Harm, you may have the devil's own luck, but just remember that you only have an academy ring, and a wedding ring. Neither of those have special powers in them!"

"Speaking of rings," Harm counters, "Did you enjoy dancing with MY wife?"

Keeter answers cockily, "You know me, I love having a beautiful woman in my arms. She even offered me a second chance if you weren't up to the challenge."

Harm asks quizzically, "A second chance to do what, exactly?"

Keeter, noticing Mac coming up behind Harm, replies mysteriously, "Now that, buddy, you will have to take up with her."

Harm is about to respond when he feels a soft, warm hand on his shoulder. From the instant desire that runs through his body, that hand can only belong to one person.

Mac looks at Jack as she wraps her arm around Harm's waist, "And what is he taking up with who?"

Jack looks like he got caught with his hand in the cookie jar, but won't be deterred. "The challenge you offered me if Harm wasn't up to fulfilling it."

Harm feels Mac's grip tighten around his waist and starts rubbing the back of her hand in small circles in an attempt to call her down. She is in full Marine mode now, and Jack is in trouble. She chokes out, "I did not, nor will I ever, offer you any such thing."

Now Harm is extremely curious as to what the discussion is about and also realizes he needs to diffuse this situation quickly.

Mac turns to Harm and quietly says through gritted teeth, "Baby, please come dance with me before I kill him. I'll explain on the dance floor."

Harm turns to Mac and gives her a loving kiss. "I would love to Mrs. Rabb." He tells Keeter, "Try not to get in too much trouble tonight, or at least any more of it."

Mac gives Jack one more look filled with hate before interlacing her fingers with Harm's to go dance with her husband. Jack returns to his earlier quest of searching for a dance partner, and maybe something more.

With the woman he loves completely wrapped in his embrace, Harm whispers, "Do you want to tell me what that was all about?"

Mac's eyes flash another burst of anger before she runs her index finger down Harm's cheek, giving him a loving kiss before whispering, "Honey, I am perfectly capable of handling Keeter. I have been dealing with arrogant aviators for years."

Harm raises both of his eyebrows, "Are you saying that I am cocky?"

Mac rubs her hands down Harm's back and gives the unhurt side of six a gentle squeeze as she tells him, "Oh baby, you are very cocky! Too cocky for most women to handle. However, you fit this Marine perfectly!"

Harm notices her subtle shift to change the topic, but his curiosity is slightly beating out his desire at the moment. "While I happen to agree, you are avoiding my earlier question, your Honor."

Mac replies coyly, "What question would that be?"

Harm decides he needs to turn the heat up a notch, and starts lightly nuzzling her neck, inhaling the soft scent of her sweet perfume. "About what you challenged Keeter to do."

Instantly, her rage is back. She sputters, "The only challenge I mentioned to Keeter was seeing how quickly YOU could peel this dress off of me later."

Harm pauses his nuzzling for a moment as her words and the implications of how that related to Keeter penetrate his brain. He gives her a quick kiss and tells her, "I will be more than happy to take you up on that offer just as soon as protocol lets us out of here." He starts to loosen his hold on her as the song comes to and end before adding, "However, I will be right back."

Mac, already missing the warmth of his embrace as he pulls back, asks, "And just where do you think you are going, Sailor? I was looking forward to another dance."

Harm gives her a small smile, but she can see the intensity behind his eyes, as he says. "To deck Keeter."

Mac grabs his arm, "Harm, Wait….."