A/N: I never thought this would become a series. But here’s another one. Thanks so much to everyone who has given me feedback. Especially after the last one where I wasn’t sure anyone was reading anymore. I’m pretty insecure and need the feedback.

All the usual disclaimers apply. Bellasario Productions and Paramount own the rights, damn them. Nobody’s making money on this, we’re just having fun.

Rating: R (?) they are in bed, so just to be safe


The Next Steps

Harm’s Apartment
North of Union Station
Sunday, Oct. 26, 2003
1100 Local

I’m stuffed. I’ve eaten more pancakes than I can count. Harm is looking at me like a satisfied grandmother. “Had enough, Mac? I could make more.”

“Oh no, I think I’ve had my fill.”

Getting up he starts to clear the table. “Harm, let me do that.”

“No, you just relax and digest. After all, you did throw me a birthday party yesterday.”

Honestly my conscious is screaming ‘Give Harriet the credit!’ but, what can I say? I’m weak today.

I watch him move through the mundane chores of putting dishes in the dishwasher, wiping countertops, dropping napkins in the trash. How does he make such routine things look like a choreographed sexual seduction? I know he mentioned a walk. Maybe I can convince him to walk back to the bedroom? Let’s see.

He’s intently scrubbing the frying pan. Seems like there’s some pancake batter stuck. His brow is a little furrowed and he’s working his whole upper body into this endeavor. I may faint before I get to seduce him. Swear to god, the man could make dusting sexy. In fact, if I could clone him and start a cleaning service I’d be able to retire a millionaire in a year or less. Oh, I digress.

Seduction. Sex. Yes, that’s what I want.

Using my best Marine Recon techniques, I creep up on him. He doesn’t have a clue I’m standing right behind him. I could take him down in an instant. What am I thinking? I don’t have to ‘take him down’, he’s a willing participant, isn’t he? Clearly I need to change my thinking parameters. He said he wants me to be his fiancé, that implies wife in the future, right? So I don’t have to stalk him. I can just walk up bold as day and say “Hey Harm, I want to have sex, how ‘bout it?”

No, that seems a little crude.

OK, maybe this approach. A slight trace of a finger up his back, and say in a real throaty voice “Harm.” Any man who’s still breathings gonna get that hint, right?

No, that seems a little contrived, hackneyed even.

How about I wrap my arms around his waist from the back and thank him for the lovely breakfast. Then give him a few little kisses on the back of his neck. Yeah, that seems right. Not too bold, not too cautious, just right. (Why am I beginning to feel like Goldilocks here?)

“Mac, are you gonna stand there behind me doing nothing forever or are you gonna make a move, because I’m going crazy here.”

Well, I guess that answers that. “Are you done scrubbing that pan?”

“I’ve been done with this pan for the last 3 minutes. I’ve been waiting for you to do something.”

“Oh, something like this?” I wrap my arms around his waist and press tightly to his back. “Or maybe this?” I rain kisses on his neck. “Perhaps you were hoping for this,” I stand on the tips of my tippytoes to reach his ear, that wonderful bent one, and nip it just a bit.

The last gets a growl. He turns and I see what I’ve unleashed. Wow, what a look he has in his eyes. Yes, I’m definitely getting sex. Really hot, good sex. Right now.

Once again he scoops me up in his arms and carries me to the bedroom. I’m beginning to think he has a latent Caveman complex, but it’s alright with me. “Maaaac,” it’s somewhere between a moan and a prayer. I’ve never heard my name sound like this before.

Oh his body, oh my body, oh how they fit together. Jeez, why did we wait so long to do this? Where we nuts or what?

A little nap later, “Harm?”, why am I always the one to wake up first? And trapped again by a large arm and leg. Well, it really doesn’t feel like being trapped, more like being held captive with my own consent. But once again I need to use the bathroom. And I’m thinking a shower might be in order.

I am NOT doing the DI routine again. Whatever it takes, I’m waking Harm up a little less violently. Nudging, tugging, poking, prodding, shaking hasn’t worked so far. No wonder he’s always late to staff meetings. What next? Oh, more devious ways will probably keep me in bed longer than I’d planned. But then again, would that be such a bad thing?

OK, I’ll start at the top, easiest to reach anyway. He really reacted to his ear before. Let’s see about that. Nibble, nibble, tiny bite, tongue swipe, hot breath. “Mmmm.” Good, a reaction. Perhaps a bit more will wake him up. Going for the full guns, it’s the tongue in the ear. “Hey!”

Gotcha.

“Harm, I need you to release me.”

“Release you?”

“Yes, you have me trapped, your arm and leg...figure it out.”

With an adorably sheepish look, he releases me. “Sorry, Mac. I just like holding you.”

Oh my, how can I quarrel with that? “And I like holding you, too, Harm. It’s just I need to go to the bathroom. And I’m gonna take a shower. You want to join me?”

A kid at Christmas never looked so happy. “Really? You’d let me shower with you?”

Where did I get this impression that this man was a playboy? You’d think he was barely experienced. No, that can not be right. Maybe he’s just this way with me. Oh, wouldn’t that be special!

“Yes Harm, if you get out of bed right now, you can shower with me. I’ll wash your back, you can wash mine and who knows what else might happen.” So saucy, but just right.


“Yes ma’am, I’ll be right there.”

I don’t think I’ve ever seen this kind of rapturous anticipation. If I can do that to him with a shower, is he gonna live through the full Mac in sexual voraciousness mode? Guess we’ll just have to see!

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