"Hey, Mac what are you doing next weekend?" Harm asked  sticking his head in her office. 

"It's Valentine's Day on Monday, I have a hot date," she smiled. 

"Yeah, with who?"   "Matt Damon," she laughed. 

"I didn't know you were seeing anyone," Harm replied. 

"I met him at the laundry mat," Mac laughed harder. 

"Well you deserve some happiness in your life, I'll just ask  someone else," 

"Harm, do you really not know who Matt Damon is?" 

"Should I?" 

"Saving Private Ryan, Sir," Gunny Galindez said from behind Harm. 

"Thanks Gunny, I really had him going there for a minute," Mac  said throwing a paper wad at them. 

"I'm not doing anything next  weekend, why?" 

"Tuna's getting married, and I kind of need a date," Harm said. 

"Where's the wedding?" 

"Norfolk, I'm a groomsman, so I have to be down there Friday.  I  thought maybe we could leave early on Friday and come back  Sunday afternoon?" 

"As long as we don't have to share a room, okay?" 

"Thanks, you're a real friend," Harm said walking off. 

"That's me, still just the girl next door," Mac sighed.  <Maybe  it's time to force him into action,> she thought. 

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Harm unsheathed his saber and wildly waved it about the room. "You look like Zorro with that thing," Mac laughed at him.

"Actually wouldn't I need a black hat and cape for that?"

"Yeah, but you've got the sword,"

He was having fun pretending he was "The Fox."  Mac giggled  at his antics watching him lunge at the phantom adversary. 

He pointed the sword at her belly, with a leer on his face,  "Au, Querida," he said softly, the tip circling.

"Hey, watch out, it's sharp," she said her finger touching it.   "You know this is like the fourth wedding where I've led the Arch of swords detail," he complained.   "Always the groomsman?"   "Something like that," he mumbled.   "The right woman will come along one of these days, Harm."   "What if she already has, and I've been too stupid to realize it?"   "Then you're SOL?" Mac laughed.

He sheathed his sword, "Are you ready?" 

He tugged on the pristine white jacket, checking himself in the  mirror, and saw Mac's gaze on him in the reflection.  She was  smiling alluringly at him in his dress whites.   "I've been ready for twenty minutes, I'm waiting on you."

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"That was a beautiful wedding," Mac sighed as they sat down at  the reception.   "Yeah, it was," Harm wistfully replied.   "I saw you get misty eyed, standing up there," she poked.   "Well, I saw you out right crying as they were lighting the candles,"  He countered.  Mac watched as his face got serious for a moment.   "What is it?" she asked, softly touching his arm.   "My past coming back to haunt me," he stated, mournfully.   Mac turned and looked around the room.  She watched someone  approach them.   "Commander Rabb." he said, extending his hand.   "Mace," Harm said standing up.   "No need to get up on my account," Mace scoffed. "Why show  kindness to me, when you obviously couldn't show it to my brother?"   "I thought we were past that."   "Oh we are, but its times like this when I get real angry with you  again," Commander Mace sneered.   "Okay, who is he?" Mac asked, her eyes shifting from one rival to the other.   "More importantly, who are you?" Mace asked sitting down  beside Mac.   "Lt. Colonel Sarah Mackenzie," Mac replied, matter of fact. She watched as Mace got up quickly.   "You need your girlfriend to protect you?" Mace taunted.   "She's not my girlfriend, and no I don't need her to protect me,  especially from you, Mace."   "We'll talk later," Mace said, insolently.   "Hopefully not," Harm said as Mace walked away.   "Harm, who was that?" Mac asked.   "My RIOs brother."   "I didn't know Skates had a brother," she said, confused.   "Not Skates, Lt. Mace," he said quietly.   "Oh."   "Yeah, oh, he sort of harbors a grudge against me," Harm said,  taking a swig of the drink in front of him.   "Great, here he comes again," Mac said, distastefully.   "Colonel, would you like to dance?" Commander Mace offered.   "I don't think so," she answered wryly.   "Well, if you aren't Rabb's girlfriend, why not?"   "Because."   "Because isn't a good answer, come on let me show you what  real pilots can do," he leered.   "Go on, Mac, dance with the man, before I shove my hand into  his face," Harm said coldly.   "See, listen to him, he talks a real good game, but when push  comes to shove, he just can't handle it," Mace said, arrogantly.   "Fine, Commander Mace, let's go," Mac followed, attempting to  diffuse the situation.   Harm watched them as they danced slowly.  He observed the  expression on Mac's face as it slowly faded from mistrust to  enjoyment and laughter.  <Great, I finally figure out that maybe  she means more to me than friendship, and she falls for that  looser.>  He thought as he took another drink.   Two hours later, Mac was still talking and laughing with Mace.   Harm had danced with every woman in the room, and had sampled every drink at the bar.  Mac stomped towards him, hands on hips.   "You know what I hate worse than jerk pilots?" she asked, angrily.   "Drunk pilots," Harm smiled.   "Yeah, let's get you back to the hotel." she said helping him up.   "But the fun has just started," he whined.   "Harm...."   "Yes, Mom."   An hour later, Mac deposited him on his bed in his room.  She  unbuttoned his dress white jacket and pulled it from his rag-doll form, folding it neatly and laying it across a nearby chair, then  went back to her room, leaving the door adjoining them open, and  attempted to get some work done while he slept it off.   Harm fell into a fitful sleep, harboring jealous thoughts of Mac and  Mace. 

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"So Zorro, you think that killing my brother has no consequences?"   Harm glared at the man in a crouched stance across from him.   Senor Mace's saber was casually drawn, the hilt glinting in the  moonlight.   "Senor, I have no grudge with you.  Your brother was a traitor to  California and he did not wish to cooperate."  Zorro said, a slight  Spanish accent hazing his words.  The Fox flung back the soft  silken cape from his arms and the hat flew off, revealing the head  covering.   "You have killed the wrong man, Zorro.  So now I shall kill to  avenge him." The man gestured towards a form strapped to a post  near the horses. "Beautiful isn't she, but she loved the wrong man.   Harmon Rabb.  A patriot to California, much like you, Zorro."   Zorro sucked in a gasp at his wondrous Sarah, the rough cords  reddening her skin.  The tight fit of the bodice molded to her chest,  the cool air of the desert sending goose bumps along her skin.   The shirt having fallen from one shoulder had exposed creamy  skin, where only his hands should travel.   "You should not involve the innocent, Senor Mace." The Fox yanked his own Saber into position, the black onyx handle  blending with the soft black leather of his gloves, the silver  moonlight gleamed off of the razor sharp blade.

Mace thrust at Zorro, his footing sliding precariously.  With a quick session Zorro met the thrust and spun the Saber away, the metal  zinging in the dark dry air.  Mace thrust again, his footing more  sure along the sandy floor of the desert.   "You know, I thought about tasting her before killing her, do you  think she's sweet?"  Mace taunted as he invaded the taller man's space again.  Zorro observed, Mace had with each slash of his  blade moved closer to Sarah.  Now with maliciousness, a tan  leather glove reached up and traced the edge of Sarah's soft shirt.   For the first time, Zorro thrust at his opponent, raking his sliver of  a blade through the air in a quick succession of moves.  He aimed  at Mace's stomach, and lashed at his arm, finally slashing through  his cheek hitting home.  Mace turned golden brown eyes of hatred  on Zorro, letting the blood roll down to soak into the bleached white  color of his shirt.   "You dirty outlaw.  Murderer."  Mace turned to drive his saber into  Sarah's exposed middle.  Zorro threw himself upon Mace loosing  the sabers in the process.  The foes separated, dust floating from  their clothing, into a ring of cactus.  "Mano y mano.  The way it  should be.  When you're dead, should I use my fists on Sarah?   Does she like it rough?"   Zorro controlled his anger, watching for a flying fist.  He blocked it, dancing around Mace, landing a hard blow to Mace's exposed side.   The man reared in pain, staggering towards a cactus.  Mace caught  himself.  He turned to the smiling face of Zorro again; this time,  sweat and pain creasing his face while his eyes were expressionless.   Zorro caught him upside the head with a right fist, while the left fist slammed into his opponent's gut.  An exhalation of air, hissed  loudly from Mace's twisted lips.  The black glove reached back to  slam another blow to the gut, Mace moved and the powerful move  slammed into his groin.  With crossed eyes and a weak "fuck."   Mace went down, curled around himself like a baby rattlesnake.

He stood over the shriveled man.  "You should not have involved  an innocent."  Shaking his hand out, Zorro scooped up his sword  with a flick of a foot, and strode to his Sarah.   "Uno momento, Senora."  Unsheathing a boot knife, he released  the rough cord, running his soft leather glove along the reddened  skin.  As his hand neared her shoulder, he reached down and  kissed the raw skin there.   Sarah moaned at the touch of his tongue against her skin.  She  leaned close to his ear, her fingers stroked the nape of his neck. "Zorro, take me home." 

Zorro swung her up in his arms and whistled for his horse.  The  midnight stallion appeared trotting to the two of them.  He released  the reins holding Mace's horse.  With a loud pat, the horse took  off into the desert.   "He will be left out here in el desierto with the rest of his kind."   Mac looked deep into the murky silver color of her lover's eyes.   "And what am I supposed to ride home?"   Zorro set her on her feet and swung up into the saddle.  He held  a hand out to help her up.  When she was settled in front of him,  he leaned down, his warm breath on her ear.    "Me, Querida.  Your supposed to ride me home."  With that  Zorro encircled her tiny waist with his strong arm and pulled her  body til it was flush with his, his erection straining against his  tight leather pants.  Sarah gripped at the material on his thighs,  luxuriating in the feel of the muscles underneath.     One arm cased in billowing silk held her to him, the other casually  held the reins, as the horse took control and started the soft gallop  towards home.  The movement of the horse rubbed Sarah against  his hardened groin.  His hand moved to her breast, squeezing,  teasing, and rolling her now taunt nipple between his fingers.   She covered his glove-clad hand with her own.  She slid it neatly  down the front of her dress, delighting in the smell of leather, the  supple feel against her skin.  He continued his assault on her nipple,  cupping the underside, the soft stroking finger sending shivers  down to her center warming her with desire.   He stopped the physical torture on her breast and withdrew his  hand.  Kissing her skin lightly he nipped delicately.  With a light  touch he traced a 'Z' with his finger on her stomach.   "You are mine, Sarah," he breathed against her ear.   "Always." She leaned back against his shoulder as he kissed his  way along her collarbone.  The soft scent of flowers drifted to her  senses and in the gleam of light she saw their hacienda waiting in  the distance.  In their bedroom, she could thank him fully for  rescuing her.

They arrived at their casa, Zorro slipped from the jet black  Andalusian and held his hands to catch her as she slid into his  arms.  They stood for one long moment kissing, as the horse  cast them a sidelong glance, he emitted a soft whinny for attention.     Zorro looked up and muttered, "I will see to you my friend,  uno momento," and returned to the pleasures at hand.   They parted, and Sarah quietly walked unaccompanied to the house.  She turned to blow a kiss to Zorro as he left to take care of his horse.  He smiled and nodded to his beautiful lady, taking in the gentle sway of her hips as the skirt swished around her ankles.  He turned and led the jet black to the barn, realizing at least half an hour of work still before him until he could retire for the evening with Sarah.   "You will cooperate, this night, with me, you understand?" he  spoke authoritatively to the horse.   Tornado answered with a snort and a swish of his magnificent tail.  Zorro led him to the stall area and uncinched him, sliding the heavy saddle off and placing it on it's hold easily.  He pulled  his own shirt off, and finished the undressing of the stallion.  He began brushing his shiny coat, bringing even more luster to it.   The horse was thoroughly enjoying this attention and stood very  still as he ran the curry comb over his back and belly.  Suddenly  his ears picked up and Zorro looked around for the intruder.   It was Sarah, looking rather forlorn as she sauntered in.   "Missing me, eh, my beloved?" he grinned as he leaned to brush the Andalusian's legs.   "It is cold in our bed without you," she complained.   She wore a simple cotton robe, and under Zorro's perusal he surmised that to be all she wore.  He tried to work quicker, and finished by shoveling some fresh hay into the stall.  Sarah  watched the large muscles working in his back and approached her man from behind, snaking her arms around his bare waist.   "I cannot wait for you another minute, make love to me, Zorro."

He smiled rakishly as she untied the mask and led him to the opposing stall, empty except for the large pile of fresh hay. He  leaned the pitchfork against Tornado's stall and secured the door.   His eyes were burning holes in her thin covering.  She stepped  back into the hay clad stall and lay down on the soft straw bed  it made.

She called softly, "Zorro, come take your reward," and held out her arms to him.

He entered the stall and knelt at her feet, running his hands up her smooth bronzed legs.  With one hand he flipped the knot free on her robe, parting the soft cloth and beholding the raw  beauty beneath him.  He made flat his hand and massaged her stomach.  With the other he loosened his belt and parted the top  of the midnight leather, exposing his huge bloodred penis to her  sultry gaze.   "Our child sleeps quietly within you?  You have felt no movement, still?" he spoke in Spanish.

She shook her head no, as he leaned to kiss her flat abdomen,  moving down to her womanly nest and running his tongue over her hardening bud.  She moaned and parted her legs more,  encouraging him by raising her knees.  Zorro kissed and licked his way around the familiar wet mound, sometimes lingering with his tongue in her, feeling her muscles attempting to pull  him inside her further. 

"You taste so very sweet, my love, come to me...  Come..."

She obliged willingly, "Zorro!  Oh my love, ohhhhhhhhhhh!

He slowed his tongue and returned to kissing her belly, then he moved to her breasts and nibbled on the tender brown peaks. She jumped and pushed his laughing face away. 

"You know I am much too sensitive there for your teeth, stop!" she bade.  "Kiss me as my husband, on the mouth."

Zorro stood up and peeled the tight leather from his long, well  muscled legs.  He finally stood before her without the shrouds that hid his identity from the rest of the world.  She begged for  him to put an end to this sensual play and mount her quickly.   He purposely took his time, building a tangible energy between them, by standing over her, his obvious manhood jutting skyward.   She sat up and reached for him, grabbing the base and pumping  once or twice, bringing him to her mouth and licking off the small  drops that had oozed out of the slit at the tip.  She then buried  her nose in his tightened balls inhaling his masculine scent of  leather and his own sweat.  He began to lose his resolve.  He  lowered to the soft hay and kissed her fervently, his tongue just  as the previous battle with Mace, thrusting and parrying with hers  in a private dance only lovers carry out.  It was then he placed his  male sword at her entrance, and pushed slightly, swiftly, without  any break with the kiss.  He established a rhythm that she knew  well, and she locked her feet together behind him, pulling him in  deeply.  His fingers caressed her hair and one hand cradled her  head as he leaned on his elbows still plying her face with hungry  kisses. 

She was encompassed by the sights and smells of this simple  act of their love, the sweet smelling hay, his naked body moving  over her and the taste of his ardor, his beautiful lovemaking made  her climb higher and higher.  His body answering the questions her  body asked, by panting and driving into her with a wildfire passion  that brought her to her second climax.

His lower torso was moving in a long ago memorized action that  stroked her till she began to cry out, "Zorro, Zorro... Harm, Harm."

"Harm!" he woke with a start.

Mac was there shaking him, "Harm, wake up, you're having a  dream."

"Ohhhhhh," he moaned, his hand moving to rub his eyes.

"And from what I can tell, it was a doosey!" Mac said, blushing when she observed the huge bulge in the front of his dress whites.

Harm blinked and rolled over attempting to hide any evidence of the previous dream, he was still painfully hard and didn't want to discuss it with Mac.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you," Harm said following a large yawn.  He rolled on his side away from her.

"You were moaning so loud, I was afraid it was one of 'those' dreams," she said with concern, meaning a crash landing dream.

"No, It definitely was *not* a crash dream, Mac.  Never mind, I don't want to talk about it.  I'm gonna take a shower," he said, trying to get rid of her.

"It better be a cold one," she grinned sardonically.  "How 'bout I take you to a late dinner afterwards?"

"That sounds great, I could use some food, and I don't want to  order in," he replied, smoothing back his hair.

Harm got up and retreated to the shower, and Mac went back to  her room to quell the volatile mix of provocative feelings she was experiencing from being so close to Harm.

She felt a long forgotten but unmistakable ache and dampening  in her panties, and try as she might to put a lid on her feelings, Mac's mind kept wondering about the subject of his dream and  who might have been the key player in it.  She recalled hearing him moan, in Spanish of all things.  As far as she knew, he didn't know Spanish, let alone speak it so masterfully.  But she thought  he was in distress at first, so she went to him to calm him, finding  him rubbing his crotch in his sleep and writhing as if in the throes  of a very passionate moment.  She shook him awake, afraid he  would grab and ravish her in his sleep.  Now, she wished she had  just played along and let him do his worst.

Still feeling the after effects of the liberal amount of alcohol he  consumed, he continued to be unsteady on his feet.  Mac heard  him bumping into things and thought about going to help, but  decided to stay and listen for any obvious signs of distress.

He stepped into the shower and pulled the curtain closed, he let  a huge sigh escape when the water drenched his skin.  He  thought about the dream, how vivid it was, and how it affected  him.  But the cold water was not cooling his ardor, it was only  serving to sober him up to a respectable level.

Mac changed into the black leather pants she had worn on the drive down, and paired them with a billowy white blouse, she looked in the mirror and decided all she needed was Harm's sword to complete the picture.  She knocked on their connecting door, but there was no answer. <He must still be in the shower> she thought, so she entered calling out to him.

She picked up the long silver saber and swatted it around as she saw Harm do earlier.  She jousted with an invisible rogue, and  defended herself quite competently, causing Harm to appear from the bathroom, only a towel wrapped around his waist.  He was trying to shave when he heard her bounding around the room.

His eyes went wide when he saw her dressed that way, and he moved to take the sword from her before she hurt herself or him. She turned and held the sharp tip at the front of his towel,  threatening to slice it away from him if he made another move.  With a quick-as-a-fox maneuver, Harm had the blade away from her before she knew what was happening, but in the process lost the towel.

Mac at first looked startled, but when she saw Harm's unaffected reaction she laughed, "I believe you have lost your cape, Senor!"

Harm laughed, retrieved the towel, and went back to the bathroom to finish up, arrogantly not bothering to don his covering again.   He stood naked and half hard, watching her eyes in the mirror,  and where they were focused, as he completed the task of shaving. 

"Do you want to know about my dream, it was really something." he asked, trying to alleviate his self consciousness.

"Huh?  Yeah." she replied, shaking herself from her musings.

Harm related all he could remember about the dream, except her role in it.  He used the name Elaina to cover for "Sarah" but Mac knew better, she had heard him mumbling her name, as he spoke Spanish words of love in his sleep.  She was fascinated with the  story, how detailed and romantic it sounded, and the way his body told her how erotic it had been. 

"So, did you enjoy it?" she questioned, seductively, moving into his privacy circle. 

She watched his turgid desire leap at her question and she could not help herself any longer, she touched him.

Her arms surrounded him from behind, her warm hands moved up  his thighs till they bordered the dark forest of his sex.  She  stopped and her eyes burned into his in the mirror.

"It was me, wasn't it?" she beseeched him.

"Au, Querida," he smiled enticingly, "I should have known you  would discover who I really am."

He turned to her and his mouth descended on hers, his lips softly plying feather light kisses.  His hands went up cupping her head  beneath her hair, and his thumbs caressed her ears, and her jaw.   Mac moaned and deepened the kiss, she began to lose her  bearings in the dizzying fog that was surrounding her, and her  knees went limp.  Harm felt her begin to fall away and he gently  picked her up, deposited her on the bed, and lay down next to her. 

She sat up and dropped the generous blouse off her shoulders to the bed.  Her sheer bra filled to capacity made a tempting  sight to Harm.  He could see her nipples clearly through the  diaphanous fabric and his hands went directly to them.  He bent to kiss her there, she must have liked it because she threw her head back and groaned loudly.  His tongue licked her, the  wetness of it seeping through the flimsy material and penetrating into her soul.  She pulled away and stood, the black leather pants  were removed and she stood between his knees in her bra and  matching panties.  He hooked his fingers on the top elastic and  slowly pulled them down.  He got them to her knees and his  hands moved to cup her buttocks, squeezing and spreading, as he kissed her abdomen. 

She sadly commented about that part of the dream that Zorro  tenderly kissed his Sarah in the same way, protectively guarding  their tiny wisp of life from the rest of the world.  Harm understood  her melancholy all too well, silently wishing the dream real.  He  whispered sweet words of love to a life that didn't exist within her  womb, a fictitious child that belonged to them, from their love, and  she smiled.

She took off her panties and lay back on the bed.  He took her into his strong arms and wrapped his legs around her.  They  kissed for many minutes as they took their time exploring each  other, hands smoothly touching, rubbing and gliding along.  He loosened her bra and took it from her, setting to work on her stiff nipples once again.  He pulled one taut peak between his lips and bit it gently, causing Mac to scream into a nearby  pillow she grabbed just in time.  Her body squirmed under his, and she attempted to rub her wet femininity against him in any way.  He acknowledged her need, and touched her steaming womanhood, stroking her soft labia majora with his long fingers. He could feel the drenching heat emitting from her, and he dragged his middle finger from her anal rosette to the crest of her lovely mound, then back down, and making it rigid, slipped it inside her.  She went totally mad and yelled out his name into the pillow.  Harm added a second finger, rotating them and  stretching her to prepare her for the onslaught of his massive endowment.  She wiggled her little behind, and whimpered as he teased her with only the relatively small digits on his hand.  She wanted him in the worst way and outright begged for him to take her.  She pulled her knees up to her chest and would allow him no more access in any way until he gave her what she wanted.

Harm stretched out again and spoke softly, trying to calm her.   He wasn't sure he could last through what Mac had in mind once  he entered her.  He thought she would go wild from the look of  things up until this point.  He always imagined she would be  quite spirited in bed, and she wasn't letting him down.  He  needed to tame her as Zorro did when he tamed his black  Andalusian, by whispering calming words.  He propped himself  on his elbow and looked into her melting chocolate eyes.

"You know what?" he asked softly. "That dream told me you  were the most important thing in my life right now.  I felt I could  do anything in that dream, but when I woke up, that strength was gone when I realized I was living without you, and your love.  I  knew I had to get you into my life, somehow, the jealousy was consuming me," he explained, his finger lifting a soft tendril of  her hair and moving it back. 

His voice started to break, "Mac, I need you, more than you know. I want this to be a loving, sharing experience with you.  We need  to slow down and express our love, it *is* love, isn't it? 

"Are you try'na tell me something, squid?" she kidded.

Harm leaned to touch her lips again with his, "I love you, Mac," he said so low, she could only tell by the movement of his lips against her skin.

"Really?" she inquired, with disbelief.

When she saw the tears in his eyes, she knew he wasn't kidding. She brushed his face with her lips, as she bared her soul to him.

"I've always loved you, Harm, not like this, but in the closest  manner to my heart.  I've pushed it away for so long, I didn't think it really was love at all, but just a deep caring.  I know now It's much more than that.  I love you, too.  Please, I wanna feel you inside me more than ever, I want to celebrate Valentine's Day, for once, in love with the only man that's ever made me truly happy."

Harm met her request by positioning himself at her entrance, lubricating his shaft and tickling her clitoris once again.  He was extremely aroused, and hesitated because of this.  But he knew that they would have the rest of their lives to make long,  flourishing love together, and this first time may not be a fair gage.

She sensed his hesitance, and reached down to take him.  She guided him into her slowly, watching his face, his eyes closed.

"Ohhhhh, Mac, God, I love you so much."

She could feel him getting even larger as he pushed then withdrew. He was ever so slow, and Mac required speed if she was going to derive an orgasm out of this, but she would have to wait for the right time.  She was in love, and she wanted to please him, she had never known the meaning of a love like Harm's.

She felt him slide all the way in, his scrotum kissing her  perineum with each stroke.  She called to him, encouraging him  to not hold out for her.  She watched as his beautiful face  contorted with passion and struggle, then he began to pant and it  was upon him instantly.

He gritted his teeth and made a sound between a screech and a growl, "Oh my Mac ... my Mac ... yes ... my love!"

His eyes were tightly closed, and it looked almost painful to her  watching him, but her heart soared like an eagle as she soothed  her man, kissing and touching his sweat sheened body as he lay fallen next to her.

"I never wanted anything as much as this, with you," he murmured, his eyes still closed, the corners of his mouth turned up in a smile.

His arms were curled loosely around her body, and she turned to grab the covers, getting him to slip inside the bed with her so they could sleep. 

She turned so her back was to him, "Harm, you would make a great Zorro, for real.  You are romantic, rakish, and debonair," she said snuggling closer into his lap.  "And you look sexy in  black."

Harm held her close, his hand played lazily with her breasts.  She could feel his breath on her ear, making goose bumps on her skin.

"Who is the Zorro inside you, is he the Lawyer, the Pilot or the  man who just made fantastic love to me?" she queried.

"Au, Querida," Harm whispered, a slight Spanish accent lilting in her ear, "He has been many different men, but he has loved you as all of them."
 

Finis~