Day 7 - Green
Mac stretched in bed, moaning happily as each muscle awakened. She couldn't stop the silly grin from spreading on her lips or the delightful way her stomach did flip flops at the thought of the previous day's activities. She had gone flying with Harm, spent a wonderful morning and early afternoon in his plane, learning to trust that part of him again.
When they landed, he'd admonished Mac for hopping off the plane without his help. She had laughed it off, reminding him that she was not a damsel in distress and then it happened - he kissed her. Really kissed her.
Mac had meant to step away from the plane, to give him space while he did his final checks before storing it in the hangar. And that's when his hand wrapped around her wrist and he tugged her towards him. She didn't have a chance to question him as his head dipped down and his lips captured hers.
Harm didn't ask for permission, didn't look at her eyes in askance, he just kissed her and her body immediately pressed into his own as he did. A slow, deep kiss, Mac was sure it had never felt like this with anyone else. Harm's lips were soft but, demanding and every fantasy she ever had about him kissing her obliterated as his mouth moved over hers.
As quickly as he'd kissed her, he also stepped away but, the trepidation Mac was sure she would see in his eyes wasn't there. In fact, he had the gall to plaster that cocky grin on his lips. "I've been wanting to do that since the last time we did that." He admitted but, that kiss had turned her brain to mush, Mac knew she was staring at him like a lovesick teenager who had just made out with cutest boy in highschool. When she didn't say a word, he brushed his lips over hers again. "How about a late lunch at the greasy spoon near here?"
At the small diner the conversation was pleasant but, he didn't kiss her again which led Mac to believe that she may have messed up. She sighed in frustration and stripped the blankets off of her and sauntered into the kitchen in search for a strong cup of coffee. "Stop over analyzing things." She cursed herself, rapping her fingers on the counter as the coffee maker did its magic. And then, the contraption sputtered to death. "Oh no no no."
There was nothing worse than a decaffeinated Marine, even on her day off. She quickly dressed, tossing on some yoga pants, sneakers and a ball cap, grabbed her keys and headed off. A small coffee shop in Georgetown would have been her destination but, the 7 green roses left outside her apartment door made her stop.
'Green for new beginnings.' Was etched onto the care still with no other discernible marks.
"New beginnings, huh?" If she wasn't sure before, she was now certain as to who her Don Juan was. It made her heart skip a beat that Harm would even bother to take such time and care. She felt special because of it, cherished...loved.
Walking back into her apartment, she placed the flowers alongside the peach ones on her coffee table. "So, Don Juan struck again, green this time." Mac said to Harm when she placed a call to his apartment and he'd groggily answered.
"Green?" Harm's voice was raspy from sleep and Mac could hear the rustling of bedsheets. "Was there a card?"
"Green for new beginnings." Or staring at the beginning as she'd suggested after the JAG-A-THON.
"Beginnings are good… really good, helps you fix mistakes."
Mac sighed, "Do you have mistakes to fix, flyboy?"
"I Have a habit of sticking my food in my mouth." He chuckled. "I may have found a way around that."
What comment had her interest piqued. "Oh? Do tell."
"Actions speak louder than words, Sarah." His voice, still raspy from sleep dropped to a deeper tone when he said her name. Mac imagine waking up to that every morning, the bedroom voice, his arms around her.
"Is that why you kissed me?"
She could practically hear rye mirth in his voice. "I don't kiss and tell…Let me shower and dress, I'll be by in an hour, we can go to the croissant place for brunch. Maybe talk about that kiss some.more."
"Hurry. My coffee machine just died."
"Aye ma'am."