Birthday Treats Part 2

A/N: Thanks to all for the feedback on my first story, Birthday Treats. I didn’t think of a sequel when I wrote it (thought all the readers would have a good time imaging their own!). But so many asked, I decided to try. Here it is.

All the usual disclaimers apply. No, don’t own them, Bellasarius and Paramount do, what a shame.


Birthday Treats, Part 2

Harm’s Apartment
North of Union Station
Saturday, Oct. 25, 2003
1400

“Oh Harriet, thanks but Harm and I can finish cleaning up. You and Bud go relieve your sitter,” I magnanimously assure her. Just because I can’t wait to be alone with him doesn’t mean I can’t be gracious. Especially considering I almost killed her an hour ago.

“Well, if you’re sure ma’am, sir.”

“Harriet, I’m absolutely sure this is one assignment you really can’t help with,” Harm says earnestly.

Oh wow. Does that mean he actually thinks we’re gonna....you know...do it? Gee, I’m a 36 year old woman, don’t you think I ought to at least be able to think the word. Guess not. I don’t know if that’s pathetic, endearing or a sign of a deeper psychological problem. Have to worry about that later, there’s that unbelievably sexy voice making sounds again.

“Mac, I don’t think any of this needs to get picked up right now.”

Picked up? He’s trying to pick me up? I thought we’d already covered that part.

“The food’s put away. The rest of this can wait. Why don’t we just kick back for a minute. I’ll make us some tea.”

WAIT??? He wants to wait??? I’ve been waiting for years for this. No way am I waiting any more. If I have to take this into my own hands...whoops, yes that’s exactly what I want to do. Oh my, maybe a cup of tea isn’t such a bad idea. I need to think this through. Plan my attack. He is a formidable ... enemy? Why am I thinking about this like a battle. He wants to too, doesn’t he? I thought he did. Now I don’t know. Maybe he was just joking around. No, that look over the birthday cake was no joke.

I just need to push a little and he’ll collapse like a house of cards.
“Here you go, Mac, Earl Gray, your favorite.” He hands me a steaming mug and sits down next to me on the couch.

Placing his mug on the coffee table he turns toward me. I mean he really turns toward me. Not just his body. Somehow the whole universe is being channeled through him and it’s all focused on me.

“Mac,” it’s not a riverboat gambler, Fred Astaire, a panther, a python or a cobra anymore. This is far more deadly. This is unadulterated desire. Unabashed passion. Undisguised lust.

Unbelievably scary.

I clutch my mug of tea like it’s some sort of talisman. No, no Mac. Don’t turn into a simpering schoolgirl now! For the first time you’re getting the full Harm treatment. Don’t get scared, get into it!

“You know, a man only turns 40 once.”

“Well, time is a pretty linear thing that only moves one way,” I state authoritatively (where the hell is this coming from?). Einstein theorized that it compresses as one reaches the speed of light, but it’s all relative.” What am I doing here? Harm’s making a move on me and I’m bringing up Einstein’s theory of relativity? Am I nuts? Certifiable.

“You want to discuss relativity?” Harm’s look is priceless. I’m sure he’s been shot down in the past by a woman. But never like this. His face spells it out like a neon sign: she doesn’t want me? I thought she wanted me. I know she wants me. What’s going on here?

“Well, it was one of the most important scientific breakthroughs of the 20th century, Harm. I think we should all remember Einstein at important moments, momentous moments. Moments that change the universe forever.” Come on, come on, get the hint.

“Moments that change the universe,” he says, moving a little closer. Oh good, I knew he was a smart boy.

“Yes, some moments change things forever. Like time, it’s a linear progression, and once you move past a certain point, they’re never the same.” Ok, that’s good. I’ve put my cards on the table without showing my hand. Unless his hearing has been defeated by the blood pounding in his ears, he’ll know this is not just a roll in the hay for me.

“Some moments are meant to be, Mac. Some moments have been waiting to happen for far too long.”

I actually gulp. “You think?”
“I know.”

“You know what?”

“I think you are the best birthday present I’ll ever get. And I want you every day from now on.”

I can’t help myself. I bounce on the couch. “Really?”

“Yes, really.”

“Does that mean I get to unwrap you too?” Yes, it must be said that was said with glee.

“Yes, ma’am. And I get to unwrap you.”

“Can we do that now?” I’m still bouncing on the couch. When did this 6-year-old take over my psyche? She sure is eager.

Oh my, I guess that cobra didn’t really leave, because in a blink he somehow has scooped me up into his arms and we’re headed for the bedroom.

“I just love birthdays Mac, don’t you.”

fini