It took twenty minutes flat to get back to their cars and head over to Mac's apartment. When they walked in the door an air of familiarity settled over them. Harm took off his jacket and shoes and put them in the usual places, and automatically headed for the kitchen. Mac shed her jacket and headed for the bedroom. When she came out she was wearing a pair of tan hip hugger soft velour sweats with a drawstring and a tight black t-shirt that ended just above her navel. Her feet were bare. She walked over to the stereo.

Harm appeared in the doorway to the kitchen. "Do you want some…?" His question trailed off as he looked to see Mac bending over selecting a CD, the fabric of her pants formed perfectly around the tight swell of her six. And suddenly he found it difficult to breathe. She settled on a CD, and raised slowly her lower back muscles shifting with the movement. When she turned his eyes were glued to the creamy patch of skin visible slightly above her waistband.

"You were saying?"

It took him a second to find his voice, and Mac smirked as he scanned her form. "I uh…I wanted to know if you want some tea."

"No. I want you to come over here and dance with me."

Harm smiled and made his way over to her. When the music began, he put his hands on her waist and pulled her close to him.

"We didn't get to dance at the pub like we normally do," She said, as she linked her hands behind his neck.

"You wouldn't let me near you," He replied, as he began to slowly move to the music. Mac responded by closing her eyes and resting her forehead on his chest. Harm moved his hands over the dark creamy skin at her waist and lower back. "How long had you been planning on serenading me?" He asked her softly.

Mac raised her head. "Since last night when I was listening to the CD."

He turned her slightly, and his hands slipped down over her six, and then back up to her bare skin. Caressing her in time to the music. "Is that why you wouldn't say more than two words to me today?"

"I didn't want to lose my nerve."

"I'm glad you didn't," He replied, as he moved his hands slowly beneath her shirt and up her back, exposing her skin to the cool air of the apartment. He suppressed a groan when he didn't encounter a bra strap, and pulled her closer to him.

Mac trailed her hands from the back of his neck to the sides of his face. Slowly she reached up and placed a soft kiss on his lips.

They turned, still swaying. Mac pulled back and moved her hands down his body. When she came to the space below his navel, she reached in and pulled his shirttail from the waistband of his jeans.

Harm laid a kiss on the crown of her bowed head, as she worked on the buttons of his shirt. It only took a moment to get them all undone. She moved the shirt from his shoulders, gathered it and tossed it aside. Mac paused for a moment, looking him over, then wrapped her arms around him and laid her head against his chest. Holding him to her, as she moved against him to the beat of the music. Harm rubbed his hands over her back, laying his cheek against her hair.

She lifted her face just enough to lay a soft kiss on the hollow of his neck, and stepped back. Trailing her hand from his side, over his pecs and around his back. She let her lips graze the bare flesh of his arm as she moved to stand behind him. Her hands came together at his shoulder blades, and then moved down, memorizing the muscles of his back. Slowly she dropped them lower, stroking then squeezing lightly on his tight six, before dipping her fingers into his waistband. She traced the seam of his jeans around to his well-toned abs. Splaying her hands she dipped slightly deeper beneath his fly, teasing him, before she raised her hand higher. The moment her hands touched his chest, her lips made contact with his back. Methodically, she traced her fingers over the muscles of his chest, even as her lips and tongue mimicked her movements over the skin of his back. Harm closed his eyes, as she touched him in time with the slow pulse of the music. He had never been focused on like this before and his heart swelled. With Mac it was different. She was, in all ways, his equal. He didn't have the pressure to perform. The passion that had existed between them since the moment they met was unmistakable. There was no doubt that loving Mac – on all levels - was going to be the experience of a lifetime. He stood before her, and for the first time allowed himself to just be loved.

TBC...