Silent night
Silent night, holy night
All is calm, all is bright
Late that night, the house had finally grown silent except for the soft padding of Mac's slippers down the hall. She found Harm stretched out on the living room couch in the same place she had left him earlier, and she was just going to let him sleep until his warm hand reached out for hers.
"Hey, sailor."
She gently squeezed his hand, and he pulled her down on the couch next to him.
"I think Chloe and Mattie are finally out for the night," Mac whispered, settling herself easily into the curve of Harm's body. She chuckled softly. "I didn't think Chloe would ever stop talking."
Mac decided she didn't need to do much more talking either, as Harm's breath tickled the back of her neck, and for a few minutes, they both lay in silence, enjoying the quiet night and the warmth of each other's bodies.
"Mac, you hear that?" Harm murmured in her ear.
"I don't hear anything."
"Exactly."
Mac snuggled closer against his chest, remembering a time when they had been in the same position underneath the stars in the middle of an Afghanistan desert.
You know, Mac, the temperature's gonna continue to drop, so if we don't share body heat, then we're risking hypothermia.
You make it sound so inviting.
You want an invitation?
Yes.
Why don't you come over here so it's a little bit better than sleeping with scorpions?
They hadn't actually gotten any sleep that night – especially after the explosions had sent them fleeing for cover – but even now, Mac knew that she wouldn't want to spend a night in the desert with anyone else but Harm. And tonight, lulled to sleep by the steady rhythm of his breathing and the soft glow of the Christmas tree lights, Mac decided that sharing body heat with Harm on the couch was much closer to sleeping in heavenly peace.