RANDOM BITS OF MARRIED LIFE

GETTING PROMOTED

"Commander Rabb, front and center!" Chegwidden bellowed. Everyone in the office snapped to attention as Harm set down the files he had been copying and came to attention in front of his commanding officer.

Mac had a smile on her face. She knew what was occurring, she had known for a few weeks now that Harm had been on the promotions list. He had worked hard to get where he was and he deserved this promotion.

"Sir." Harm waited nervously, wondering what he was in trouble for this time.

"It seems you are out of uniform a bit, Captain," AJ informed.

"Sir?" questioned Harm, looking down at his attire. Everything seemed to be in place. Wait. Captain?

"Colonel Mackenzie? Would you come do the honors? Congratulations, Captain Rabb."

Mac stepped forward and took the captain's eagles from the Admiral. She removed the commander's bars and carefully pinned on the new ones.

"Gently, marine," Harm whispered, anxiously awaiting the customary kiss.

She rolled her eyes at him but went up on tiptoe and brushed a sweet kiss against his lips. It bordered on the edge of best friend and lover but no one said anything.

They were both at Harm's apartment. She was sitting at the island, watching him cook them dinner. Of course, he didn't want any help but she delighted in watching him anyway.

"Didn't expect the promotion, did you?" she asked.

"Nope," he answered, shaking his head. "Especially not after the whole Paraguay thing this year. But you know something?"

"What?"

"You didn't finish giving me my kiss," he told her mischievously.

She eyed him suspiciously. "Oh, really?"

"Nope!"

"You are incorrigible, you know that?" she laughed.

"That's why you love me," he said gleefully.

"No, I love you because you're sexy as hell," she corrected, grinning at him.

"Really?" he asked, delighted that she would say something like that.

"Why else do you think I fell in love with you? It certainly wasn't because you're a Naval aviator," declared Mac.

"Not even for the gold wings?" He moved around the counter to stand in front of her. Slowly, he took a step closer and then another, pinning her against his kitchen island.

She had no where to go, he had trapped her and put his arms around her, holding her steady.

"Only when worn with dress whites," she whispered as he leaned down.