This is a slightly cheesy section, but I had a paper cut when I wrote it and the paper shredder incident did happen. Not to me, and not that way, but to a friend of mine with a chain. Was really funny after we yanked the power out. Irronically, the paper shredder still works! The chain though, ugh. . .not so much. :)

Jackie

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Part8 – Papercuts and the Paper Shredder

Papercuts suck! That is my motto for the day; my mantra until the throbbing pain subsides. Now tell me, how is it that this tiny, itty bitty, teeny weenie, wittle, stupid cut hurts worse than getting shot in the leg? And I should know because I've been shot in the leg! Ok, MacKenzie, it's just a cut, guts aren't pouring out of there or anything like that. You are a Marine! Okay, deep breaths, in and out and in and out. Ignore that your stupid boyfriend. . .er – coworker is glaring at you like you've lost your mind. Ignore the fact that there is now this little patch of blood on your skirt. Well, it was either wipe it there or suck on my finger and I don't think the General would like that too much.

Not to mention. . .hehehehe. . .I can imagine what it would do to Commander Hotness sitting next to me. Somehow, thinking about Harm makes the pain subside, just a little. I glance over at him and smile slightly which causes him to shoot me an odd look. We still haven't exactly told anyone about us. Well, Lieutenant Can't Follow The Rules knows, but after that little convo at St. John's, he barely even looks at me. "Colonel?" Which is a good thing, I mean, he is a cute kid, but, that's just the point, he's a kid. "Colonel?" And one that hasn't learned how to work well with others or, for that matter, respect senior officers. And the way he's just ga ga over anything with legs is. . .well, nauseating. "Colonel?"

I sigh sappily and turn to my lover. Hehehe, L-O-V-E-R, Harm is my lover. I really can not get that thought out my head. I mean how could you fathom that after all of this time suddenly we're "COLONEL!" Oooh, that's me isn't it?

Turning slowly to Creswell I find him sitting there with nostrils flaring. "I apologize, General. . .I've ha d a lot on my mind." Oooh kill me now. My cheeks are burning and Bud, Sturgis, Lt. Slick, Coates, Lt Mayfield and Harm are staring at me like I've lost my mind. Actually, I don't know how Harm is staring at me, I'm reluctant to look over and give us away. Yea, that after I was going over the fact that he was my. .

"Colonel? Hand me the paperwork on the Zimmerman courtmartial." Uh huh, sure. I reach over to hand him the paper and really, it's not my day. Woosh! I get another papercut.

This time, I can't help but yelp and stick my finger in my mouth. Ugh, shoot my now. "Very sorry, sir, seems the paper has it in for me today." I waggle my fingers showing the three Papercuts (Oh yea, I got another one over by the fax machine.) and everyone chuckles.

Well, after finishing the meeting from hell, I start to make my way towards the office when Harm leans in and whispers. "See, that's what you get for making goo goo eyes at me during meetings."

Grabbing him by the wrist, I drag him into my office and close the door. "I was not making goo goo eyes at you, Commander." I probably was, but I am not going to give him the satisfaction of winning this round.

But, Harm, in his most charming way crosses his arms and just grins at me. "You were making goo goo eyes at me and then got the papercut." His grin is just much broader as I roll my eyes at him.

"Doesn't mean I was thinking about you." Hehe, this is fun, this new teasing and banter. We've been professional cept for that supply room fiasco, but, past that, we do keep things a miiiiiiiiile away from work. "Now if you don't mind, Commander, I have work to do." He leaves my office with this totally charming smile.

Later that evening, I head over to Harm's apartment. We're supposed to be defending some psycho client and Lt. Slick and Turner are prosecuting. Poor Sturgis. I use my key to open the door, seeing Harm is probably out picking up something for dinner. With a shrug, I head towards his bedroom, and rummage through a shelf in his closet that Harm cleared to put my things on. I really isn't a big deal, but to me, wow, for a guy to clear out a shelf for any girl. . .it was nice, especially since I am dating Mr. Self-professed Anti-Romantic. I grab a big fluffy, blue towel, and place it on the head, then step into the shower. The first time I showered in here, I was a bit uncomfortable. I mean, you know no one can see you, but these blocks are. . .odd. Made me wonder what sort of a pervert Mr. Rabb could be. I giggle at the though. Naw, Harm's a boyscout, a wonderfully sexy boyscout.

After showering, I wrap the towel around myself and step out towards his bedroom. I hear this loud noise, sounding something like a shredder coming from the living room. Through the louvered windows, I catch Harm bent over the shredder apparently trying to unclog it from whatever was shoved in there. Ooooh, and he's shirtless. Ummm. . .the possibilities. I head on down the steps and over to the sailor. Gently I clear my throat, preparing to drop my voice a few notches and that is when he notices me. "Hey sailo. ."

"Ugh!" Not to sure how he managed it, but his dogtags have just gotten caught in the blades of the shredder. I race across to him and yank the shredder out of the wall socket. Harm is still bent over trying to pull the chains out, but only seems to get them stuck even more. "Uh, a little help here!"

Shaking my head, I reach around his neck and unclasp the tags. With a giggle, I look down at him. "You okay?"

Harm cracks his neck then straightens out and glares at me. "Yea. . .but this happened because of you."

"Me?" I feign innocence and tug up at the towel which was starting to slip just a bit. "What did I do?"

He fingers the end of the towel and comes up close to me. "Well, did you notice what you are wearing?" Yup, I got him, hook, line and sinker. Though, mental note, don't go near Harm when he's working with the paper shredder.

"It's a towel, so what? I doubt I am the first woman you've seen wrapped up in a towel." I grin up at him and I swear he seems to change colors.

"Hmmm." He says, then appears to look thoughtful. "Would I be too forward if I say this is a major fantasy of mine?" I don't know how he did it without me noticing, but, somehow he lifted me up into his arms and is carrying me towards the bedroom.

"Fantasy huh?. . .So what other fantasies do you have?" I ask with a sultry voice as he lays me in the center of the bed. So much for work. Well, at least we're protected from those pesky papercuts and paper shredders…

TO BE CONTINUED