Nope! Haven't forgtten about these! People keep asking, no I won't stop writing as long as I have an audience and stories to tell. Which, I have a few of both.

Have a good week!

Jackie

Part 12 – I Do NOT Snore!

With a sigh, I place the file I am reading on top of the coffee table. It's Saturday, he doesn't have a damned thing to do, but I have a few cases to review. Vukovic's cases that is. Apparently one of the judge's we were up against had crossed paths with Lt. Creep and learned of his not-so-ethical ways of lawyering. As a result, I am here, stuck going through all of his ten cases since he's been at JAG. Harm offered to kill Vic for me. Honestly, it was tempting, but I don't need my boyfriend in Leavenworth over some creep. And here's another problem, I can't seem to work with the guy without feeling some animosity towards him and Lord knows I've tried. Last week the General drops the bomb that Vic reminds him of Harm. Hah! Yea, right! Harm might be a loose canon, but at least he is a loose canon with ethics. Vic. . .well, I am not sure how he got out of OCS.

Sighing again, I look over at Harm who's laying across my sofa, well, as much as a six foot four inch guy can lie across a sofa. His head is propped up awkwardly and his feet are propped up on the arm rest. Just looking at him makes my back hurt. I've repeatedly told him that when he wants to take a nap, he is more than welcome to use my bed. But, for some reason or another, he wants to rest on the sofa. Personally, I think it's because if he sleeps on the sofa he can bitch about his back hurting which means I'll have to massage and kiss it better. Not that I mind, touching Harm's body has become an addiction. I've even found my hands having a mind of their own at the office. How could anyone blame me? He's just too well put together. With a grin, I heave myself up out of the chair and make my way to the kitchen.

He's been asleep for a few hours and no doubt will be waking up soon. So, I grab a bottle of water for me and him and take it back to the coffee table. I sit down on the table and just watch him. Harm is so darn cute when he sleeps. It's amusing how such a big, bad pilot can look like such a little boy in his sleep. I stop myself from touching him and pushing his hair off of his forehead. It's then that I realize one little, itty bitty thing – Harm does not snore. Furling my brown I lean forward, trying to hear if maybe he's just a very, very, very, very liiiiiiiight snorer. Hmmm. . .nope, Harm just does not snore. For a moment there, I back away and check to make sure the guy is still breathing. Whew! Yep, he is.

Now, this is really amusing, at least to me. Not to start comparing my ex's to Harm, but. . .well. . .it's difficult not to. You spend your life with losers and then, out of the blue, this hunk of a brilliant man decides he loves you, trust me, you'd be comparing too! So anyway, he doesn't know I've been comparing him to others. And, have I mentioned there is NO comparison? Well, the snoring thing is another item to add to my list. My father wasn't too bad, well, not too bad considering the only time he would snore was when he was passed out drunk. I remember that was the only way I knew things at home had calmed down.

Chris wasn't too bad either, but, unfortunately, he had similar tendencies like those of my father – snoring when passed out. Dalton would only snore when he would lay face up, which had me turning him over to his side in order for me got get some sleep. Mic wouldn't just snore, the man would TALK in his sleep. And it was usually something about me and Harm. Mostly, it was about me. Now, Clay. . .Jesus! The man snores so loud it sounds as if he's swallowed some sort of wild animal. I am surprised he can do any covert missions with the CIA. Then again, he did tell me once that he hardly sleeps. No doubt his partners in missions probably keep him up in order for them not to be discovered.

Back to Harm. . .The man DOES NOT snore. Wow, another thing I've taken for granted. I am not an overly light sleeper, but as a Marine I have this need to wake up at a moments notice drilled into my head. It sucks when you really need to fall asleep and stay asleep for more than a few hours. "Mac? Something wrong?" I hear Harm's sleepy voice ask as he works on sitting up. Ah, there is a groan, followed by a moan and two choice words over my sofa.

I can't help but chuckle as I settle myself next to him. My hands work their way along his back and up to his shoulders and neck. "Nothing is wrong, I was just. . .watching you sleep." I smile at my admission, it sounds stupid, cliché and so soap operaish, but I was watching him sleep, why lie?

"Ooooh, yea, right there, babe." He groans out, then sighs. I let my hands work on a kink, secretly enjoying my actions. "Am I that interesting?" He peaks slightly over his shoulder and I smack him gently. "Owww, hey! What was that for?"

"Oh, I know you were about to make one of your ego boosting comments." I know my man too well.

Harm chuckles, then turns to completely face me. "Babe, just having you near me boosts my ego." He says with a soft voice then grins. Okay, now, I've never been into the whole 'terms of endearment,' but the way he says 'babe' is just. . .sexy. He places a hand on the side of my face and caresses my cheek softly as he leans in to kiss me. It's times like this, simple and sweet times that make me fall for him just a little more.

When we break apart, I nod towards the files I still have to finish. "I still need to finish up with those, but after I am done, how about we go to the Italian place down the block?"

He reaches over for the bottled water and takes a long gulp. "Or we can order in and I can help you with the rest of those over dinner?" He offers, but I am not biting.

"As much as I love spending alone time with you, Harm, if I don't get out of this apartment for a few hours I am going to lose it." Seriously, I've been working on these files all day. I need a break, some fresh air, and then we can take all of the alone time we need.

Harm chuckles. "I understand, and yea, that sounds cool." Standing, he stretches, then comes over and kisses me again, something that I've noticed he does a lot. And I do like it. "I'm going to hit the shower."

He kisses me again and as he is half way to the bedroom, I decide to let him in on a point. "Did you know that you don't snore?"

Apparently that question catches him off guard, then again, Harm isn't really a 'morning' person. And it really doesn't matter if it's morning or not, the man just doesn't function for at least twenty minutes to an hour after waking. "I don't snore?"

"Nope. . .which, is weird. . . I mean, every guy I've known snores." Wow, I sound like such a dork. I'm talking to him about snoring as if I've just discovered the meaning of life. He raises a brow and I just decide to shake it off. "It's nothing, I just. . .wanted to point that down." I grin up at him, fully expecting him to rib me.

Harm doesn't disappoint. "You do. . snore I mean."

"Uh huh, funny." I turn open one of the folders and start to read Vic's information on the case when I hear Harm chuckling. "What's so funny?"

He stands next to me. "You DO snore, Mac."

I glare at him and chuck my pen at the coffee table. "I do NOT snore!"

"You do too!"

"Do not!"

"Do too!"

"Not!"

"Too!" He sighs and starts to laugh, I assume, at how five-year-oldish we sound. Harm gets that wide, flyboy, cocky grin and makes, I am sorry to say, a good point. "How would you know if you do or don't snore, Mac? You can't hear yourself."

My mouth hangs open, trying to grasp words, but they fail me. Okay, so the man has a damned point! "I. . .okay, fine I wouldn't know, but. . ." I glare hard at him. Damnit. With a sigh I work up the courage to ask, "How bad is it?"

Harm chuckles again and I am seriously considering chucking the pen at him. "Depends." He says, leaving it right there. Ah, he wants me to fish, fine!

"On?"

"Well. . ." He starts, then trails off as he bites his lower lip. "If you sleep on your back, I think the neighbors down the block could hear you."

I pale, then turn red. I snore? So loudly? Oh God, poor Harm. I think of my ex's as well – honestly – screw them, but Harm. . .jeez! "Umm. . .do you think I should go see a doctor about it?" Either that or I am buying those prongs you stick in your nose. Really! How embarrassing!

"Oh God." Harm starts laughing hard, doubling over even. Ha ha, lemme guess. "I was kidding Mac! Sheesh, I had you going though."

"Oh yea, yer funny. . . just a barrel of laughs!" This time I reach over, grab the pen and do chuck it at him. Course, I had the cap on so I would not cause any permanent injury. "So I don't snore, then?"

"Sometimes."

"Sometimes? What the hell is 'sometimes?'" I yell at him.

Harm gets that 'I'm thinking' look again and then smiles at me. "The times you've told me you're cold and your nose gets kind of stuffy, you snore. . .And when you get a cold too. . .I think it's just your sinuses." Okay, now he's a doctor too?

"So it isn't an 'every night' thing?"

"Nope and it's really, really low." He says in a low voice, leaning into me to place a kiss on my neck. "Besides, even if you DID snore really loud, I wouldn't trade you in for anything in the world." He walks towards my bedroom as I hurl a piece of paper at him. "You missed!"

"Yea, well, you better not joke with me like that again." I glance over to find Harm's head poking out of my room.

"Oh yea? And why is that?"

Turning, I give him my full, Marine death glare and he totally wipes off the smirk. "I don't think you want to spend several nights on my sofa." I threaten. "Especially after I took a trip to Vickie's Secrets and got a little something you might like."

Harm's mouth hangs open and he all but comes to attention. "Umm. . .Did I tell you how sorry I am? Joking with you that way was inappropriate." I manage not to chuckle as he goes through the list of things he loves about me.
To Be Continued. . .