A/N: Microsoft Word decided not to save any of my changes to this chapter when I updated it last. Therefore, I lost half of it and had to try to remember what I had initially put in. It didn't work out that way, so this went a whole different direction.

Chapter 23: Rain

She gasps, "Oh my god! It is your office now. I mean I know that you were just sworn in as the JAG, but I didn't even think about that."

Harm waggles his eyebrows at her, "So does that mean we can christen the desk now?"

She whacks him in the chest, and exclaims, "Harmon Rabb, Jr! You are completely incorrigible!"

He grins unrepentantly, "What? You act like that thought never crossed my mind in the past when we were stationed there together."

Mac merely shakes her head at him, ignoring her own subconscious telling her that she fantasized about taking him on that desk on more than one occasion. She laughs, "Just make sure you replace the chair."

Harm plays along, "But I had such wonderful visions when I fell out of that chair."

Mac quirks her brow in question. The time he fell out of that chair was when she was going out to lunch with Mic to pick a date for her wedding. She really doesn't want to be reminded of Harm envisioning Renee in god only knows what. Although she did find it rather odd when Harm called her "sweet thing." She replies dryly, "I'm not sure I want to know."

Harm chuckles softly, knowing precisely where Mac's mind went. He comments, "I was not having visions of Renee. As a matter of fact, that whole encounter is one of the many times I seriously started questioning all of my feelings for you."

Her curiosity is now definitely peaked, "Oh do tell, Flyboy."

Harm blushes, "Well, you appeared in this gorgeous white slinky dress that accentuated every curve you had, and told me that 'it was raining outside, and perfect weather for making love.' Considering you grew up in the desert where it barely rains, I was very curious as to where that comment came from."

Now it's Mac's turn to blush. She finds it ironic that she is embarrassed by a comment she didn't even really make. She gives him a pointed glare, "It may not rain often in the desert, but it still does rain. Probably about as much as it does in Southern California where you grew up. And although I have never made love to the sound of the rain, I would imagine that it would be quite romantic. Listening to the rhythmic pitter patter of soft drops falling against the window sill, or the constant drumming on the rafters. Having your thrusts be in tune with the roars of thunder. Lightning illuminating the entire room that is cloaked in darkness, just as you are about to reach your peak so that you can see both the exquisite pleasure and the pain of holding back evident in your partners' features at the same time. Not wanting to give in, but at the same moment knowing that at the crescendo of the storm, your world bursts into several colors as you fall over the edge."

Harm is mesmerized listening to her erotic description, and the soft way the words just fall off her lips. Completely drawn in, his pants begin to feel rather tight, as he transports himself to a nice king size bed where he is making slow love to her in perfect synchronization. Their bodies dancing in perfect harmony to the pulsating tones of water pelting against the roof. His love pouring into her as their waves of passion ebb and flow. A dance that was choreographed by the fates the moment they met but has never been played out until now. He doesn't want to break the spell that has wrapped around them once again as he quietly asks, "You're never made love in the rain?"

Mac softly responds, "I've never made love."

Harm wraps his arms around her, knowing that her simple admission is partly his fault, "Oh Mac. I'm so sorry." He admits, "I don't think that I ever really have either. I've cared deeply for several of the woman that I have been with, but it was never any kind of soul deep connection that I would describe as making love."

Mac asks," Not even Diane?"

Harm shakes his head in the negative. He replies, "it's ironic that you mention her because Jack asked me about her earlier today as well. I told Jack that even my feelings for her didn't hold a candle to what I have felt for you all these years. She was probably the closest I ever came, but even with her, I could never fully give myself over to her, not completely."

Mac nods her head, understanding that the only soul-deep connection either of them has ever had has been with each other. She lightly asks, "So what else did you see that day?"

Harm smiles, knowing that Mac will get a kick out of his next revelation. He grins, "Each time I saw you that day in the office, you were really there, just not wearing the same outfits in my visions as you were in real life. That night, I pictured you coming out of my shower wearing absolutely nothing but a blue towel wrapped completely around you covering you from your breasts to your upper thighs. Your hair was slicked back, and you leaned over me bringing your lips dangerously close to mine and said 'I was hoping we could pick up where we left off last night.' I groaned out 'Mac…' and then you disappeared. In fact, after my performance that night, I'm lucky I still have all of my vitals parts intact."

Mac furrows her brow, "I wasn't at your apartment that night."

He sheepishly replies, "No. Renee was. And I called her Mac."

Mac's hand flies to her mouth in a gasp. She replies, "Oh my god! You called Renee by my name?"

Harm nods, "In bed nonetheless, not in the act of anything, mind you, but I was in my bed."

Mac chuckles, "Sailor, I hate to agree, but you are right. In fact, I would say you should be thankful to still be alive. If a man ever called me by another woman's name in the bedroom, he'd get to see my hand to hand combat skills up close and personal, and would be thanking his lucky stars if he made it outside of the room in any way other than in a body bag."

Harm chuckles, "I'll keep that in mind for the next time it's raining."