Title: Little Harm

Author: Carrie

Pairing/Classification: Harm/Mac Romance

Rating: IM-15

Summary: Not what you think! This is not about Harm the Third. In fact, little probably wouldn’t be the greatest adjective to describe it…takes place the night of McMurphy’s. Mac wants to give Harm a…nickname of sorts.

Disclaimer: Not mine. Mistakes are, sorry.

0100 Zulu

Harm’s Apartment

North of Union Station

“Who would have thought you’re forty-two?” Mac commented, slinging her leg over Harm’s waist. She straightened up, smiling to herself. “And who would have thought that my fantasies of nine years have finally come true?”

“What sort of fantasies?” Harm retorted, grinning up at her.

She ran her fingers through her hair, turning it into a messy mass that made her look even more loved. Harm felt a sense of pride in the fact that he had managed to make Sarah Mackenzie as limp as a rag doll all the while keeping her insanely beautiful.

“Oh, the usual. You walking around the courtroom naked. Taking you furiously on the conference room table. Maybe even on Creswell’s desk,” Mac commented, raising an eyebrow. “And now that you’re the Force Judge Advocate I’ll be able to indulge in some of those fantasies.”

“But I fulfilled some tonight didn’t I?”

“Hell yes,” she mumbled, pressing her lips to his. “Hmm…yes Little Harm really fulfilled the fantasy of what it would be like to make love to you.”

He pulled back, staring into her eyes. “Little Harm?”

“Yeah, all guys name their…well you know,” Mac laughed. She raised an eyebrow once more, staring down at his curious look. “You never named it? Oh can I name it!”

“Little Harm is not an option.”

She laughed, running her fingers over his chest. “Well at least a question of mine has finally been answered. Yes, little is not a way to describe it. Big Harm doesn’t sound too tasteful. We’ll have to give it something else.”

“Captain Winkie?”

“CW? No,” Mac laughed. “Because those are the initials of someone who shall remain nameless.”

Harm cringed when he realized who she was talking about. “Hmm…you name it. No adjectives of size though. Little hurts my feelings and big gives me too much of a reputation.”

Slowly, Mac ran her fingernails over his chest, grinning when she heard his sharp intake of breath. “Well,” she whispered. “That’s a rather large decision to think about. I mean, you and I are going to be together for the rest of our lives. I’ll need to think on this.”

“How about sleep on it?”

She let out a scream when Harm flipped her over, pressing her back into the pillows. “Well…” Mac trailed off. “I don’t think we’ll be doing a lot of sleeping.”

Three Hours Later

Harm’s Apartment

North of Union Station

Mac frowned when she pulled a box of what appeared to be stale oatmeal out of the cupboard. “Ick. Harm I didn’t know you were such a bachelor,” she mumbled, yanking out coffee that seemed to have been sitting in the corner since 1994. “Ten years. Gross. Who knew things could last that long?”

“You talk to yourself?” Harm asked, wandering out. He grabbed his lighter, flicking it over his cigar. “I’m learning lots of things about you tonight.” He blew out a smoke ring and slapped her butt. “Like where your tattoo is.”

Pursing her lips, Mac slipped his cigar between them and puffed out her own smoke ring. “Cigar?”

“You’re smoking it.”

“I did that earlier,” Mac whispered, tugging on his ear with her teeth. “But I’m actually talking about your…”

“Ah, I see. Cigar? No, I don’t like it. Veto,” Harm said, stubbing the cigar out. He looked through the half empty cupboards, frowning. “Do I have any food?”

“Now I know why you stayed so thin.”

“I swear I had food in here. At least for one more day before we moved.”

Mac hopped up on the counter, tugging his shirt down over her hips. She had grabbed the first thing she found and it happened to be one of his uniform dress shirts with the Captain shoulder boards.

That just made going to London even easier. He had already been frocked and had all of his uniforms with the four gold bars instead of three. Plus, him being a Captain just seemed so much sexier.

“That’s it!” she screeched.

Harm flew backward. “Jesus Mac! Stop a man’s heart why don’t you?”

“Sorry baby, but I realized what I’m going to call him.”

“Him?”

“Well you don’t want me to call him ‘it’ do you?”

“Him is good.”

Smiling softly, Mac drew him forward by his belt loops. “Captain.”

“Captain…”

“Just Captain,” Mac whispered, kissing him softly. “You can steer my ship anytime.”

“That was probably the cheesiest thing I think you’ve ever said,” Harm laughed, pulling her into his arms. He rested his cheek against her hair, feeling her heart beat against his. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Mac replied, kissing him again. “Come on. Let’s give the Captain his maiden voyage.”

“We already did that.”

“Well we have yet to christen him Captain.”

Harm laughed and let him tug her into the bedroom. “So long as we don’t call him Little Harm.”

“Oh Harm, there’s nothing little about the Captain.”

THE END