I had the full intention to post this BEFORE leaving. It didn't happen, not sure why. :P Buuut. . .Here's part 24 ;) Yes, I realize the title of this chapter is going to get all of you gutter folk salivating. ;)

Enjoy!

Jackie

PS: If you like doughnuts and have never tried Krispy Kreme, you suck! I mean it, you have no idea what you are missing. Unless you ain't got a Krispy Kreme anywhere around and then, well, I sympathize for you. Now, I know Krispy Kreme can be purchased at some super markets, but, nooooo! You have to BUY IT from Krispy themselves. It's really cool you can see them make the doughnuts, put the glaze (calling it icing is just sacrilegious:P). And they literally DO melt in your mouth.

Part 24 – Sweet And Sticky Stuff

"What?" I ask, raising my eyebrow and trying for my best angelic routine, knowing, full well, what I am doing to him. Harm clears his throat, attempts to save himself an embarrassing moment, but fails miserably and the look on his face is just adorable. Really, it gets me when he is all flustered.

I reach over for another doughnut and munch away on it. Harm's trying to pretend that he doesn't care, but I know he does. And I know, he's just waiting for me to lick the glaze off of my fingers. "Erm, maybe I should have another?" He says, reaching for the box, which I snatch away from him. "Hey! I know you're an only child too, but at least I learned to share."

Giggling audibly, I wave a glaze-covered finger at him. This morning the two of us woke up in the mood for Krispy Kreme. They have got to be the best doughnuts in the world, and I've had a lot of different types. But, I swear if someone told me there was crack in their doughnuts, I'd believe it! They are so good, addicting and melt in your mouth. What amused me more than anything, is the fact that Mr. Health Freak has abandoned his diet and wolfed down more than I had. Then again, I take my time savoring them, Harm. . .Well, he's just attacking them as if the franchise would close down tomorrow. "Harm, you've had HALF the box. Your rabbit food is gonna start getting jealous." I admonish, not that it matters, I mean, the man won't be losing shape anytime soon.

"So?" Grinning, he snatches a doughnut out of the box. "Mac, with our healthy sexual appetite, I'm burning more calories than a twenty mile run." I blush when I think that our over enthusiasm last night cost me my bed, again. Well, it's not exactly our fault, I mean, the General sent me away for a few weeks to head up an investigation in San Diego, with Vukovic. Harm and I had some very, very, very, very interesting conversations over the phone; all of the X rated nature. So between frustration, loneliness and the fact that Vukovic was riding on my last nerve, things got rather intense when I got home. I mean; the GOOD type of intense. I swear, some of my muscles are still aching. "Besides, after last night, I need a pick me up."

"You didn't have any troubles getting picked up last night, flyboy." Yep, even though we've been together for several months now, Harm is still a boy scout. Sitting up, I whack him on the back a few times to help dislodge the doughnut that he is choking on. "You alright?"

Harm nods, reaches for the coffee and downs some of it before recovering. "Woah, that went down the wrong way."

I roll my eyes and chuckle slightly. Men; no matter how old, are still little boys at heart. Sighing happily, I reach over to the box and pick out another doughnut. "These suckers are sooo addicting." I say, taking a few large bites. And there goes Harm, eyeing me again. I know what he's waiting for, so I polish the doughnut off as quickly as possible. . .uh, without choking, then start my little slow.

Slowly, sexily, with my eyes closed, I lick my index finger, stopping at the top and slipping it into my mouth to suck on it. Hearing Harm groan, I bite my cheek in order to prevent myself from dying of laughter. Then I start to work on my next finger, then the next.

"MAC! Stop that!" You know, I'd expected to get some other form of reprimand, but knowing that I have him wound up is just . . .well, amusing. "And don't try to play innocent, you know what you're doing to me."

"Harm, I am only licking the gaze off of my fingers . . .and I mean, this is some really good, sweet and sticky stuff." He leers at me and I just need to tease him a bit more. Besides, he did the same to me last night. When I arrived from San Diego it was about 2200 here and Harm was waiting for me, in bed, with just a sheet and that sexy, flyboy smile. Now, you'd figure that with that incentive he would cut to the chase, right? Nope, he spent a good hour just teasing the hell out of me.

Grabbing my hand, he takes the last sweet and sticky finger and starts to nibble on it. Oooh, talk about turning the tables. He licks the glaze off, slowly, watching me as he does it. I know my mouth is hanging open. In fact, I've all but stopped breathing. Thank God I didn't bother changing the sheets, I have a feeling we're about to end up in my room again. He's seducing me just by licking a finger, but that look in his eyes. Oooh man, oooh man. It should be illegal. He pulls me closer to him, keeping my formerly sticky hand in his as he slowly leans in to kiss me. I really don't know how it is that we do this; how we can make our intimate moments feel like the first time. . .But, it happens and it, wonderfully takes us both in.

"Damnit." I curse, looking at Harm helplessly as the knock on my door made the moment magically disappear. "It's Vukovic." I say and chuckle at the horrified look in Harm's eyes. "When you were inside getting the doughnuts, he called my cell. . . Apparently I have something he needs."

Harm lets go of me as I head on over to the door. "Oh, I know just what he needs from you and he ain't getting it."

I chuckle and would explain to Harm for the billionth time that Vic is nothing to worry about, but. . .Actually, I think he plays the jealousy card as some sort of, sick, male way to let me know he cares. "Oh, Harm. . .Why do I want a boy when I have a man?" I open the door and find Vic, dressed in civvies; tight leather pants with a white shirt standing on the other side. I eye him curiously, biting back any comments about that outfit being outdated by twenty years.

Smiling, he looks me up and down, the smile widening as if he knew that sizing me up would work. Uh huh, nope. "Good morning, ma'am."

"Lieutenant." I nod and wave him into the apartment only to see his eyes go wide and smile vanish at the sight of Harm. "So, what can I do you for, Lieutenant, you said it was urgent."

Vic has suddenly seemed to have lost all of his gusto. "I ah, well. . .Morning, sir." He all but stands at attention when Harm struts, and I do mean struts, over to my side.

With this sickening, cheery tone, Harm extends his hand and shake's Vic's. "Hey, there Vic. How's things?"

"Ah, good, sir. . . I just needed to work on the Collins with Mac. .Uh, I mean, Colonel MacKenzie." He tries to smile, but it really doesn't erase that scared expression on his face. "The General wants the Colonel as second chair. . .and. . .some things are fuzzy."

Harm grins, "You can call her Mac when we're off duty. . .You can call me Harm, when we're off duty too." He struts. . .yes, he's still strutting, over to my table, rifles through a few files and hands Vic the Collins file. "Here ya go. . .Want a doughnut?" He retreats back to the living room, grabbing the Krispy Kreme box and the four doughnuts that are left. I really meant it, he ate half the box!

It's actually amusing to stand here witnessing this. "A doughnut?" Vic asks as if it's some alien form of food.

"Yea, that round dough, missing a center, covered with glaze." Harm smiles down at me. "It's some really good, sweet and sticky stuff." He's all but obliterated Vic's cocky attitude. I guess it would attribute to Vic's inability to win a single case against my flyboy. He places the box on my dinner table and then heads back to the living room. "Work away, I'll just be over here." He smiles sweetly, but there is this underlying look in his eyes that tells Vic he'll be keeping an eye on him.

Uncomfortably, Vic starts to work on the case with me. There are a few things we have to follow up on as I am sure Bud and Sturgis are going to give us a run for our money. Reaching over to the box, there are two doughnuts left, Vic had the other two, I take one and start to chew on it. "I'll take this witness. When I interrogated him last week I may have found a weakness."

Grinning, Vic likes that idea. "Cool you can use that gift of grilling people on the stand . . .I'll be happy to just sit down and watch."

Harm snorts. "Yea, she's nice to watch isn't she?"

"Harm!" I admonish, picking a stress ball I have on the table and chucking it to him. He grabs it in mid air and gives it a few good squeezes. "NO, you can't have it. . .get your own!" I yell, laughing at this look he gives me, one that seems like he's found something he was missing in life. Finishing off my doughnut, I really don't realize that I am licking the glaze off until I find Vukovic's mouth partially open. Oh, he's also salivating. "What?. . .Oh. . .sorry." I giggle slightly, grabbing a napkin and wiping, rather than licking, the glaze off of my fingers. "I just really like these."

"Ahem. . .I think we're good for now, ma'am. . .I have several errands I have to run. . .Something suddenly came up." He says, his face taking a pinkish tint. Oh, I am sure I can figure out what went up.

I remain impassive, as he stands and all but runs out of my place. "Sir, I'll see you on Monday. . .Thank you ma'am." He has the file covering is. . .er. . .nether regions as he closes the door behind him.

Harm, who I know realize has been watching the whole thing, stands up and saunters over. "Hmmm, now do you think THAT tactic might work for me next time I am up against him?"

Chuckling, I stand up and slide into his waiting arms. "I dunno, but if it does, I am going to start getting really worried about you and Vic, flyboy. . .I might get jealous." I kiss him slowly and I know he's savoring the bit of glaze on my lips. "Now I know just what I need to win that case against you on Friday."

"Oh yea, what's that?"

"Doughnuts. . .because it's clear that you just can't resist me eating some of that sweet and sticky stuff." He groans in answer and lifts me into his arms, stumbling slightly over the ottoman as we head into the bedroom. Well, thank God we decided to leave the bed on the floor where it fell, I have a feeling that if we'd fixed it, it may have just broken again.

TO BE CONTINUED. . . .