Mac stood in the guest bedroom, dressed in a brand new negligee Harriet had once bought but never worn. She wore a soft pink robe and her hair fell upon her shoulders. She had pulled the bedcovers down and up again twice, not wanting to look anxious, not wanting to waste time.

Finally, she heard the doorbell and for an instant thought her heart had stopped.

"Come in, it's open," Mac yelled down the stairs.

"Hey, where is everybody?" Harm called standing in the living room.

"Up here, Harm."

He took the steps two at a time. "Where's…" he began before seeing her emerge from the bedroom. "Mac?"

"You took your time getting back, Flyboy." She leaned against the door jamb.

"Traffic," he said staring intently. Slowly she took off her robe and let it drop to the floor.

"Mac! What about Bud? Harriet? The kids?"

"They've gone, it's just you and me and this room."

"Really?"

"Yep, Harriet thought to avoid further interruptions we should just get right to it."

"God bless, Harriet." Harm smiled but made no move.

Mac took his hand and led him to the bed, she sat him on the edge and began undoing the buttons on his burnt orange shirt. His hands were running up and down her back and she had to bite her lip to keep focused on the buttons in front of her. Harm undid the last two and slipped the shirt off, Mac ran her hands across his chest and he leant back, taking her with him.

"I think this is the position we were in when we were first interrupted," Mac said, her heart pounding.

"No, this was…" Harm tumbled them over and lowered the strap on the negligee.

"Ah yes, I think you were right." She stared at him.

"And I think you were naked…" Harm said quietly.

"And so were you." Harm moved back to allow Mac to sit up. She took hold of the buttons on his jeans but to Harm's surprise didn't undo them. She just sat clasping them.

"Something wrong?" he asked, his fingers crossed she hadn't changed her mind.

"Um, yeah, I think there is…" Mac made brief eye contact but then dropped her head.

"What is it? What's wrong?" He gently cupped her chin and raised her head.

"I know I started this – tonight I mean – but…" Her voice trailed, she desperately wanted him but it just didn't seem right for their first time to be in this house.

"But…not here?" Harm offered.

"Yeah…sorry."

"I was thinking the same, Mac." He kissed her cheek and backed away. "I'll tell you what, I'll go back to my place," he said, putting his shirt on, "and when you get changed you can meet me there."

"Sounds good to me," said Mac, standing up. "This is for the road." She kissed him quickly, no long, lingering kiss this time or they would never get out of the house.

Fifty long minutes later, Mac knocked on Harm's door, he opened it wearing a robe and the gentle smell of vanilla candles wafted into the hallway. "Come on in."

Mac put her belongings on the sofa and turned towards him. She took his hand and headed towards the bedroom. It was only then she realised Harm wasn't moving.

"Changed your mind?" she asked concerned.

"No."

"Waiting for an invitation?"

"No."

"What then?"

"You love me." Harm stated simply.

"What makes you think that?" It was the truth but she wanted to be the one to say it.

"Sturgis told me last night."

"He did, did he?"

"Yep, says you told him a few years ago."

"Really?"

"Really. So…?" Harm smiled.

"So what?"

"Do you love me?" asked Harm, wanting to hear it from her own lips.

"Yes. Do you love me?"

"No." Mac was stunned. "I don't just love you, Mac; I am madly, passionately, head over heels in love with you."

He waited a moment before moving to her, he kissed her gently at first, trying to control his surging passion. "I'm in love with you too," he heard her say before their actions made words unnecessary. There were no further interruptions.

The End