Home Sweet Home

When she was growing up, there was nothing Sarah Mackenzie wanted more than her own place. Her own place that was completely hers, where she could make the rules and make sure everything was safe.

She'd lived in other apartments before but this one, her Georgetown one, was her favorite one. When the super dropped the keys in her hand the summer before she started working at JAG, she'd honestly thought it was too good to be true. She loved the space, the yellow walls, her bed and the spacious shower. She'd been so enamored with the space, that finding someone else to share the space with was the farthest thing from her mind.

To be honest, she'd been a little afraid. She didn't think she'd be able to trust anyone enough to invite them into her home for anything permanent.

But then she met Harm.

Mac kicked her heels off as soon as she let herself in, bending down to pick them up after. She made eye contact with Harm, who'd made it home about an hour before, and smiled. He was sitting in the armchair reading over something for a case.

"Hi."

"Hey."

Living with someone or not, Mac always liked to have her quiet time to herself when she first got home. She didn't like to be bombarded with questions about her days or what she wanted for dinner or what movie she wanted to watch that night. She just liked for it to be quiet, at least until she was able to get out of uniform and decompress for the day. She told Harm she'd need about thirty minutes, give or take depending on the day.

Discarding her heels in her closet, Mac flopped down onto her bed. She was still in her uniform, which was undoubtedly by this point very rumpled, but she had to take it to the dry cleaners anyway. Eyes closed, she inhaled, the scents of her and Harm intermixed on the comforter.

She heard Harm enter the room and walk past her. The bathroom door clicked shut, and a few moments later, the toilet flushed. She listened to the sink running before the bathroom door re-opened.

"Are you still having your alone time?" Harm whispered, and Mac opened her eyes.

She thought it over for a few moments before answering. "Come here, sailor," she propped herself up onto her elbows, beckoning to him with one finger.

Harm, already in his pajamas, climbed into bed next to her, pulling her into his arms. He placed a kiss on her forehead as Mac found the perfect spot where her head fit right underneath Harm's chin.

"Thanks for being quiet," she murmured into the soft fabric of his t-shirt. She listened to the sound of a chuckle vibrate through his chest.

"Is that all?"

"Yeah."

Because I think everyone needs a little love after this week.

Thanks for reading!

-Harper