Currently at my grandparent's house sleeping on a twin inflatable matress and this idea came up...enjoy!
Twin Bed.
Mac walked into the room to find Harm spread out on the bed. A very small, twin sized bed that his long frame nearly dwarfed. He had his hands behind his head and wagged his eyebrows once she shut the door and took off the plush, violet bathrobe he'd gifted her for Christmas. "You look gorgeous."
Given their current location Mac's attire wasn't meant to be any sort of enticing. She wore a pair of women's boxer shorts, the kind that came down to mid-thigh and a ragged Bowie t-shirt with more holes than Swiss cheese. Her skin was pink from her shower and her hair was held back with a tie that could barely bind the short locks.
Mac pinched the edge of the shirt and stared at him quizzically. "This is not gorgeous."
"You let me be the judge of that." With a grin he turned to his side, scooted over so that his back was against the wall while a hand patted the space he vacated. "C'mon over sweet thing, I saved a spot for you."
She couldn't help but stare at the bed with its dinosaur bedspread and matching pillowcases - a gift for Little AJ in hopes that her godson would love dinosaurs as much as she did. "We don't fit."
"Sure we do."
"Harm, I don't mind sleeping on the floor, really."
He made a face. After a few ejections, his back protested laying on hard surfaces. "You sleep on the floor, I sleep on the floor."
"You're stubborn."
"And so are you. Now, get over here Colonel." He patted the mattress again, his grin growing ever wider when Mac rolled her eyes.
The moment Mac crawled in, his body surrounded hers. Strong arms held her close, a leg was thrown over hers and his lips…(the man could kiss like no one's business)…his lips found hers.
They traded kisses for a while until Mac felt the start of that pulling sensation that often came when she was ready for him. It was as his teeth nipped her collar bone that the alarms went off in her head. "We can't."
"Yes we can." Harm insisted and even ran a thumb over a taut nipple.
"We won't be quiet." She insisted and bit back a moan when he pulled up her shirt and his mouth replaced his thumb.
"We can be."
"But, we won't." And she would die from embarrassment if Bud and Harriet knew they had sex on Little AJ's bed. What great godparents they were! With a sigh, she pushed him away and gave him one last kiss. "Tomorrow, when we're back at my place…I promise."
It was comical to see him pout like a little boy. The suffering sigh was equally amusing but eventually he'd settle on tame kisses and simply holding her. Afterall the bed was far too small for extracurricular activities. "We've both slept in worst places."
"I agree and this gives you an excuse to cuddle and not lose your street cred."
Harm had often insisted that he wasn't the cuddling kind and done just the opposite when they were together. They cuddled after sex, watching movies on either of their respective sofas and tonight, they'd have to cuddle to not fall off the twin sized bed.
"I ah…really like having you close, like this…" Her breasts flattened against his chest and his nose gently rubbed against hers. She smelled of lavender and something spicy that made him dizzy with delight. "Kinda wish we could sleep together every night."
"Me too." But, some cases prohibited the partners from sharing more of their lives due to being on seperate sides. "We need to tell Chegwidden. Bud and Harriet know, so does Sturgis…Tiner must as well, he was practically beaming when you brought me coffee on Thursday."
Their romance came on quickly after the JAG-A-THON when Harm found the courage to ask Mac to dinner - "a date, date" - as he put it, once they made sure Bud crossed the finish line. That had been a wonderful three months of starting at the beginning and discovering secrets he never knew about her. There was only one thing missing and despite their awkward sleeping arrangements after getting snowed in at Bud and Harriet's, Harm was ready.
"Yeah, I guess we should tell Chegwidden. Especially since we're getting married."
"Right…and…oh…what?!"
He had a ring, one that he asked his mother for when it was discovered that Mav was safe and sound after the attack on the Embassy in Aceh. Maybe it wasn't the right time given that Mac's engagement had been over for less than a year but Harm didn't care. He loved her and she loved him - a truth they shared with one another after their first night (day) together as lovers. "The ring's back at my place, in my safe but, there is a ring…a family heirloom my mother always insisted would belong to you."
For once the Marine was at a loss for words. Her heart drummed a rough staccato that eased as his hand took hers and Harm kissed the spot where an engagement ring would eventually go. "Yes."
His heart skipped a beat and their lips met for a deep, passionate kiss that ended far too soon. Harm cuddled Mac that night and every single one that followed, only in a bigger bed.