Any similarity between characters appearing in this stories and real people is strictly intentional. 
 

     Harm pushed Mac into his apartment and managed to shut the door, all without ever taking his lips from hers. ‘Finally,’ he thought. ‘I have been waiting for this moment for so long, and it’s finally here. We admitted how we feel about each other, and now I get to show her. God, I’ve loved her for so long. I can’t believe she’s loved me this whole time, too.’ 

    Mac probably would have been thinking equally tender thoughts if she didn’t have all her brainpower focused on how to get them both out of their clothes in the least amount of time. She  had spent the last hour with Harm discussing their feelings, and now she just wanted to get him into bed. She tugged at his shirt buttons as he pulled her T-shirt over her head. As soon as she had his shirt off she went to work on his belt buckle, simultaneously kicking off her sandals so that she would be able to get her own pants off. As her bare feet hit the carpet, a strange feeling swept over her. 

    “Uh, Harm?” she mumbled between kisses? 

    “Yeah, baby?” he asked as he started to reach for her bra. 

    “Is there some reason why your carpet is wet?” 

    “Hmmm?” he asked, fumbling with the catch. 

    “Your carpet,” she said, hating to distract him from his task but thinking it might be important. “It’s soaking. Did you just have it cleaned or something?” 

    Her words finally penetrated Harm’s haze. He kicked off his own shoes and socks and felt the carpet with his foot. “What the  . . .?” He looked across the room toward the bedroom area, where water was standing in puddles. “Dammit, my new waterbed!!” he yelled, stalking over to see what had happened. 

    Just as he approached the glass partition, a woman stumbled out, tugging a man behind her. Both their clothes were rumpled and looked as if they had been pulled on in haste. 

    “Oops, sorry about the waterbed,” she said. “This is the third time this has happened to us . . . guess we should quit fooling around on them, hehehe.” She pulled her companion toward the door passed a stunned Harm and Mac. “C’mon honey,” she said. “There’s still the elevator ride, hehe!” The couple exited, slamming the door behind them. 

    Harm walked back over to Mac, and for a moment they just stared at the door. Then they looked over at each other. Seeing each other in a state of semi-undress reminded them of what  they had been up to before the interruption. They immediately flew back into each others arms and started kissing frantically again. 

    “Guess we’ll have to make do with the couch,” Harm said. 

    “Just as well -- waterbeds make me seasick," Mac said. 

    "What??!! You're a Marine!" 

    "Hey, put me on a troop ship and I'm fine and dandy.  Waterbeds make me puke." 

    Shaking his head, he led her over to the couch.  After pulling of her jeans and his, he laid her out on the couch and covered her body with his.  She bent her knees to cradle him between her  thighs and threw her head back as she felt his aroused manhood touch her though the thin barrier of their underwear. 

    Harm finally disposed of her bra and stroked his hands down to her breasts, eliciting a moan from both of them.  He was just about to replace his hands with his mouth when some instinct  made him look over behind the back of the couch.  To his amazement, he saw two women huddled there, one furiously scribbling into a notebook and the other reading over her shoulder. They looked up when they realized he had spotted them. 

    "Don't mind us, keep going," the younger woman said.  "I'm just taking a few notes.  I MUST regain my rightful title as Mighty Smut Queen!" 

    "Yeah, but while you're here, could I get a good look at your eyes?" the other woman asked. "I'd swear they're hazel, but everyone else says their blue, and TV Guide said green." She turned to Mac, who had by now sat up to see what was going on.  "I don't know, what do YOU think?" she asked. 

    "I think you should both get out of here before I kick your asses!" Mac said, tired of interruptions.  "I finally get a chance to be with Harm and all I get is interruptions.  GET OUT!"  she yelled when the two still didn't move.  The women crawled out from behind the couch and scurried out.  "Must be that time of the month," the older woman whispered to her friend.  Mac threw a pillow at the door.  Then she turned back to Harm.  "Where were we?" she asked, laying back down and tugging him on top of her. 

    Later, Harm pulled Mac's back against his chest and wrapped his arms around her.  He leaned over to kiss the side of her head and sighed.  "Wow, Ninja Girl!" he said.  "That was almost worth waiting three years for!" 

    "Yeah, good thing I didn't know what I've been missing all this time or I would have never been able to keep my hands off you," Mac replied. 

    "You say that like it's a bad thing.  You can put your hands all over me anytime you want from now on." 

    "Even in court?" Mac said mischievously. 

    Harm had a sudden vision of him and Mac laid out on the defense table going at it while the judge and jury looked on.  "We may have to instigate a 'no touching in court' rule," he admitted,  making her laugh. 

    She tugged herself free of his arm and stood up. 

    "Hey, where are you going?" he asked. 

    "Relax, I'm just going to grab something to drink," she said.  "You want some water?" 

    "Yeah, that would be great." 

    Mac walked over to the fridge while Harm sat back and looked at her naked body with appreciation.  He would never be able to see her in her uniform again without picturing what lay  beneath.  Then he and Mac both gasped as they spotted the latest intruders.  Standing in the kitchen area was a woman with her head stuck in the freezer.  Nearby was a young woman  wearing a "Woodstock '99" t-shirt who was stuffing a huge chocolate bar in her mouth.  She was eating the treat at a furious rate and had chocolate smeared all around her mouth. 

    "Hey!" Harm yelled, "That chocolate bar was a souvenir!  The Foreign Minister of Switzerland gave one to each us after the Munchmeister case!  It wasn't meant to be eaten!" 

    "Well actually, I ate mine," Mac said guiltily.  Harm gave her a look and then turned to look at the other "visitor."    "And what the hell are you doing with your head in my freezer?" he asked. 

    "Sorry," the woman said, pulling her head out of the freezer to answer.  "It was getting pretty hot in here!  Say, is that ice cream? Do you mind if I . . ." 

    "YES!" Harm and Mac yelled together.  "Get OUT!" Harm added. 

    "Alright, sorry," the freezer woman said.  "C'mon, let's go," she said. 

    "Sorry," the woman covered in chocolate said.  "Me love chocolate," she added ::giggling nervously::  "We'll go now," she added, ::going:: 

    "Man, that was a lot of interruptions!" Mac said to Harm after the pair left.  "Do you think this is a sign we've made a mistake and we should never have sex again?" 

    "Nope," Harm said, pulling her to him.  "I think it's a sign we should have sex again, right now!" 

    She giggled and moved into his arms. 
 

THE END