Day 13 - Red

Harm studied his reflection in the large mirror in the foyer of Mac's building. His teeth were clean, hair was just right and he thought he looked pretty darn sharp in an all black suit. It was perfectly tailored, black slacks, black jacket, black shirt and tie which contrasted with the 13 red roses he carried.

'Red for love, longing, desire and devotion.' Were the words he'd written by hand finishing with his name just beneath. For once the card had another message on the opposite side a simple 'I love you.' also in Harm's writing.

He was late by fifteen minutes, the florist had taken excruciatingly long to pick only the prettiest roses to assemble the arrangement of 13 red roses set between baby's breath and green foliage partially wrapped in florists paper.

When he arrived at Mac's apartment, he knocked three times stood patiently waiting with one of his flyboy smiles only to have it wipe away when she opened the door. "You're not dressed."

Although, what she was wearing he would very much like to strip off of her at some point in his life. Mac had on a red silk kimono that was only slightly cinched at the waist. It dipped indecently low, enough for him to catch the matching silk bra. His mind turned to mush as he imagined the panties which came with the set.

Harm nearly fell back as Mac crashed into him, coming to her toes in order to kiss his lips. The roses fell away from his hand, hitting the floor when his arms encircled her waist and he pulled her closer. He kissed her back with fervor, the years of longing and pent up desire making him drown in her.

"I love you." She said, when they managed to pull apart. "I've always loved you." And then she kissed him again.

An hour later Mac lay sprawled over Harm tangled in a bedsheet. They never made it to dinner opting for 'dessert' instead. "So, Don Juan… why all the flowers? A dozen roses would have sufficed." A dozen? Hell, she would have been thrilled with one rose of any colour as long as it came from Harm.

Only he wanted to impress her. "I was stopping to buy you a dozen roses with the typical 'Be my Valentine' s spiel. And then the woman at the flower shop asked me if I knew what the colours meant."

It had been interesting mostly because, to him, all roses had something to do with love. They didn't and the woman's explanation had given him an idea.

"You looked so...happy. I liked that I was the one putting that smile on your face. So I may have gone overboard."

Mac smiled. "I had hoped it was you from the beginning. But, it wasn't something that you would do.."

"No, it isn't. I'm not a romantic, Mac… I never will be, but actions speak louder than words…" Yes they did and his had spoken volumes about Harm's feelings for her. "I'm not good at relationships, but I want to be with you...forever. And if it takes me buying you roses every day, I'm willing."

"Forever, huh?" Her smile widened, Mac rather liked the sound of a forever with Harm. Neither of them were perfect, she had a habit of running away and assuming the wrong things.

"If you'll have me...Mac? Where you going?"

Mac unraveled herself from the sheets and headed, stark naked to the living room returning with rhebflowers. She plucked the card from the center reading one side and then the other. "Love, longing, desire and devotion...Don Juan is something of a poet."

"Mmm...sounds like a guy who knows how to get the girl." He reached out, taking Mac by the wrist and pulling her back into bed roses and all. Harm grabbed a rose out of the arrangement, carefully pulling it free. "Lay back, Sarah."

Harm would use that rose to trace her body taking it by the stem, running it over her cheeks, lips and nose. Then he moved the petals down her neck to the hollow of her throat. "I love you, Mac." His mouth followed suit, kissing each inch of skin that the rose slid over.