Day 11 - Black

"A florist delivered roses for you, ma'am." Harriet said once Mac appeared in the bullpen. The younger woman's expression was uneasy to say the least. "They're uhh...black roses. I didn't know those existed."

When she opened her door and stared at the arrangement she found it to be true. 10 black roses in a blood red vase with a white ribbon dangling from one of the stems and, now infamous, card. "Oh they do but, if you look close enough they are a dark, dark red or they're tinted." The ones on her desk were the former.

"What does the card say?"

"Black for new beginnings." It was typewritten again and devoid of initials of any kind.

He remembered, Mac thought, a silly grin now plastered on her face. She found she rather enjoyed this new beginning. The man could be infuriatingly annoying and sinfully sweet, she loved both sides of him. "Ma'am whoever it is, you are one lucky lady."

Yes, she was.

Sighing happily, Mac headed to the break room only to find the object of her desire leaning against one of the cabinets using a stir stick to mix the sugar in his coffee. "Morning, Harm." She said in a sweet voice, purposely brushing against him to reach for her mug.

"Morning. How ya feeling, Mac?" He was barely able to suppress a groan when her breasts brushed his arm given the fact she'd done so purposely.

"Better. My head is still a little out of whack but, I think that's from me laying down for two days."

He poured coffee in her mug, sprinkled just a little bit of creamer and dropped a stir stick in for good measure. "Sooo...did Don Juan do his or her thing again?" The sexy, flirty grin would have been a dead giveaway had he not left the last card. He was enjoying this game immensely, specifically the way she was staring at him...no, at his lips.

It was such a Harm thing for him to chew on a pen cap or that damned stir stick. A force of habit that was innocent and yet, anything but. He held the little red straw between his lips and it made Mac hyper aware of how kissable they were.

"Black for new beginnings. Don Juan is very sure of himself."

Harm's smile spread into a full flyboy grin. Her eyes kept drifting to his lips giving him a wicked idea. "Don't move." He rushed to the entrance, glanced around to make sure the coast was clear and then hurried back to her, taking the mug from her hand and placing it next to his on the counter. "I've fantasized about doing this in here for years."

"Doing what?" Her heart began to hammer, pulse quickening as his hands came to rest on her hips.

"This." He kissed her slowly, passionately, forcing a breath out of her Mac isn't even know she was holding. Harm's hold on her hips tightened when he pressed against her intimately.

Mac responded in kind, her tongue sweeping across the seam of his lips to dance with his. She groaned disapprovingly when he stepped away. Then again, the break room waa the last place to be making out with your partner.

For good measure, he brushed a soft kiss on her lips and then took his mug. "New beginnings are really great, aren't they?"

"Yes they are." She couldn't agree more.