A steamy little scene based on the episode where Mac is assigned as the judge for a case.

"Objection overruled."

"You've got to be kidding!" Harm is completely stunned. "Your Honor," he adds reluctantly.

Mac glares at him.

Two witnesses and two cross-examinations later, Harm isn't any closer to acquitting his client. He's frustrated because every argument he makes has been shot down, and he knows it has to do with the judge presiding over this case.

"Court is in recess for one hour," Mac finally announces, banging the gavel.

As the crowd files out of the courtroom, she steps down from the bench to confront the cocky defense lawyer. "Commander Rabb."

"Colonel MacKenzie," he mimics. His eyes pin her with a look of distrust and annoyance.

"Something wrong, Commander?" she asks.

The doors of the courtroom swing closed behind the last of the procession, and the two of them are left alone.

Harm leans back against the defense table, crossing his arms over his chest. "With any other judge, I would have won this case days ago."

"Well, I'm sorry I'm not complying with your schedule," Mac retorts.

He doesn't respond, and when it seems that he doesn't have anything more to say, she turns to leave.

His hand shoots out and catches her arm.

"You don't let me get away with anything," he says quietly. "You know the law, Mac. You're good."

His eyes have changed now, to something bordering on admiration instead of contempt. His words touch her heart and his touch spreads heat straight to her core.

She smiles. "Well, I guess the defense counsel isn't so bad either."

And suddenly she's kissing him hard, and she doesn't care that they're in the middle of an empty courtroom because all she cares about is loosening the tie around his neck and tugging his jacket off his shoulders. Her fingers glide over the ribbons and gold wings to unbutton his shirt, and she can feel him tremble as she traces the hard muscles of his chest.

There's a soft click as she releases the belt at his waist, and she can barely think straight beyond the notion that the judge probably shouldn't have her hand down the defense attorney's pants.

Then again, his tongue probably shouldn't be down her throat. His kisses are deep and passionate and his fingers are just as nimble, peeling away layers of Marine green to reveal the lacy lingerie beneath her uniform.

"We shouldn't be doing this," Harm murmurs against her mouth.

But his hips slide deliciously against hers as he steps between her legs, and she doesn't think there can possibly be a law against anything that feels this good.

"Do you have an objection, counselor?" she whispers breathlessly.

He trails a line of hot kisses down her neck and slowly bends her backwards over the table. "None, Your Honor."

Your Honor...

"…Your Honor?"

Mac feels like she's about to spiral completely out of control when she becomes vaguely aware of a concerned voice speaking from the defense side of the courtroom. It's no longer his deep, husky bedroom voice but the professional tone of a defense lawyer.

Her cheeks flush with heat, and she has to swallow hard to regain her grip on reality.

"Yes, Commander," she manages to squeak. "Please proceed."

But her heart sinks just a little as Harm stands to present his closing argument – fully clothed – and she finds that her fantasy is completely gone.