It took a moment for Harm to realize that his eyes were still clenched shut. Only when he felt her soft lips graze over his closed lids, did he try to open them. Even then he felt like the room was spinning. He could barely hear her soft tender words over the rush of blood in his ears.

"You in there somewhere baby?" She asked against his ear.

"Somewhere," He replied, with a small laugh. "I still can't focus yet."

Mac chuckled. "I'll take that as a compliment."

"You should." He drew back to look her in the eye. "Are you always this good?"

Mac reddened. "I don't know. I can honestly say I've never had anyone else react the way you are, but I…I don't know…"

Harm frowned. Forgetting all semblance of lovemaking etiquette. "The others didn't like that…that thing you did?"

Mac cocked her head to side, amused at his lack of discretion. "I've never done that 'thing' with anyone else."

Her comment snapped him out of his daze, as profound warmth washed over him. He gathered her close in his arms. "Thank You." He whispered to her. "You're amazing."

"So are you."

"Me? I didn't do much of anything."

She pulled back and laughed. "Well if that wasn't doing much of anything, I'd like to see what happens when you actually participate."

Harm's eyes sparkled. "You're on," He murmured, and then he kissed her with everything he had in him. When he pulled back, Mac slowly lifted up off of him, and rolled on to her back. Her breasts bobbed as she attempted to catch her breath. Harm lay down beside her and smoothed his hand in slow circles over the damp skin of her stomach.

"I love your skin," He whispered in her ear. She smiled up at him, touched by the appreciative light in his eyes. "You're so soft."

Her eyes drifted closed as his hand slowly trailed from her stomach, to her breasts, to the hollow of her neck. She turned her head and kissed his finger as it traced the outline of her jaw. His touch was light.

"Do you have any idea how long I've wanted to do this?" He asked in a low voice. She opened her eyes. "To just be here like this with you. In the light of the Christmas tree, without a stitch of clothes on." He caught her eye and grinned. "You know Mac, there's rarely been a day go by since I've known you that I haven't wondered what you looked like underneath that uniform." He scanned her form, and raised an eyebrow. "I have to say, my imagination didn't hold a candle to this."

She blushed. "Thanks."

He leaned down and kissed her softly. Moving his hand to cup her breast and then down to her hip. His thumb traced the feminine line from her hip to her inner thigh, and back again. "You're so beautiful," he murmured. "I never want to stop touching you."

"Then don't," she said breathlessly.

He gave her a warm smile, and leaned in again. Laying barely there kisses over her face and neck. Mac sighed and arched her back, causing her breasts to press against his chest. Harm groaned, and moved lower, trailing the tip of his tongue down the valley between her breasts. He ran his hands up her sides and laced his fingers through hers, holding her captive, as his tongue outlined the roundness of her breast, then flicked over the tip of her nipple. Mac gasped, and pulled her hands free, burying them in his hair. Harm lapped at her nipple, then blew lightly. His eyebrows rose in amusement as he watched her skin pucker, and he felt her shiver. An idea was forming.

Mac caught his eye, noting his mischievous grin. "What?" She asked, panting.

"Close your eyes," he said in a velvet voice.

"Why?"

"You said you want to see what it's like when I participate, I'm going to show you."

She gave him a dreamy sigh. "You were doing pretty well a second ago."

"Just close your eyes," He whispered.

"Harm…"

He stroked her hair. "I love you Mac. Trust me."

Mac's eyes drifted closed. "Okay."

He gave her one last kiss before she felt him leave her side. A few seconds later she heard the refrigerator door open.

"Harm, what are you…"

He peeked his head around the doorway. "Eyes closed Mackenzie."

She heard him chuckle as her eyebrows rose over her closed eyes, and she folded her arms across her chest. "Or what?"

His voice dropped to a tone that made her heart trip. "Or I WON'T come back and finish what I started."

"We can't have that," she said as she lay back down on the floor and waited for him to come back to her.

She didn't have to wait long. Less than a minute later she felt him settle down next to her. "Keep your eyes closed," he whispered. "Just feel."

She opened her mouth to say something but he stifled her words with a tender kiss. A moment later she gasped against his lips as something cold and creamy made contact with her breast. A shiver ran through her, and she moaned as he released her lips only to sink his mouth over the cold tip of her nipple. The warmth of his mouth in contrast with the cold had a wave of pleasure washing over her, and she clung helplessly to him. Quickly he repeated the treatment on her other breast. Swirling the sweet cream around her nipple, than lapping it up from her gathered skin, before he offered her a taste. She opened her mouth at the pressure against her lips and found a ripe strawberry waiting there, covered in whipped cream.

"Mmm," she moaned, as she bit into it. "Strawberries and cream."

"Mm Hmm," he answered. "You like it?"

"I love it," she replied, and turned her mouth toward him. He kissed her with more passion than she anticipated, and she fought to keep her eyes closed when he pulled away. She so wanted to see him. To see if the fantasy playing behind her eyes, measured up to the sight of him eating his night's desert from her breasts. "Do it again," she panted.

And he did. Over and over. Until every strawberry from the plate was gone, and Mac's skin tingled from head to toe. She'd never felt anything like it in her life.

TBC...