Author: manette
Subject:
Commander Handsome- December HBX challenge
Title: Commander
Handsome
Author: manette
Rating: PG 13
AN: It’s been
awhile since I’ve gotten to do a challenge, but these lines
just called to me and it was such fun!
Takes place sometime
after they’ve gone to Russia but before he goes flying. For the
purposes of this story, Harriet isn’t pregnant yet and Harm
isn’t seeing Jordan.
December 07 Challenge HBX:
You’re
a good looking woman, Mac. You're smart. Of course you do have a
tattoo.
Every once and a while I catch you being nice.
Keep
it to yourself, okay? I have a reputation to protect.
Commander
Handsome
This stuff should be easy….this man/woman
stuff. Once you were past puberty it should be easy, right? Mac
looked at herself in the bathroom mirror and added another coat of
mascara to eyelashes that didn’t really need it. She added some
lipstick and declared herself done.
She was going out tonight.
On a blind date with some guy she didn’t know, just because
Harriet asked her to. Harriet had been raving about her good looking
dentist for months, and Mac finally gave in and agreed to go out with
him. Why would a good looking dentist need to go out on a blind date?
There must be something wrong with him. But then again, she was going
out on a blind date, too. Not because she was desperate when it came
to men. Heaven’s no. She was just desperate to get Harriet off
her case. So what if she hadn’t had many offers lately. She
definitely wasn’t desperate.
Mac opened her mouth and
gave her teeth a cursory examination. Then she smiled—a fake
smile to show off her pearly whites. They suddenly felt too big in
her mouth. Maybe this was why the guy had to go on blind dates. Women
got cold teeth, instead of cold feet at the idea of spending an
entire evening with their choppers on display.
They were
supposed to meet at Bud and Harriet’s house and all go to a
play from there. She liked the idea of having her own car in case she
needed to make an early exit. She would go and try to have a good
time. Who knows? Maybe the man would be everything Harriet said he
would be. They’d fall in love, get married, have seven children
who would never be allowed to eat sugar and the unfortunate deprived
things would have to brush and floss endlessly, and use a water pik
day and night. The children would all need therapy before they
reached adulthood, and they would blame their mother for marrying a
dentist in the first place. Her poor scarred children. Maybe she
should call Harriet and tell her she couldn’t make it.
No,
she was a Marine. She could handle one night with a dentist. She’d
just grabbed her purse and a light jacket when her doorbell rang.
Frowning, she wondered who it could be. Surely Harriet hadn’t
given the guy her address. They’d agreed just that afternoon
that she would drive herself.
She peeped through the peep hole
and let out a sigh of relief. “Harm.” His name was out of
her mouth even before she had her door opened all the way. “What
are you doing here?”
“I’ve come to pick you
up and take you to Harriet and Bud’s.” He looked all
spiffy in a nice dark gray suit with a blue tie.
Mac tilted
her head to one side. “You’re delivering me for my blind
date?”
He blinked. “You have a blind date?”
She
nodded. “With a dentist. Do you think my teeth are too
big?”
Harm looked at her like she was crazy, but merely
said, “I’m confused.”
“You’re
confused. I was just on my way out the door. I told Harriet I’d
drive myself.”
“Change of plans. Bud told me I was
to pick you up and bring you to their house before the
play.”
“You’re going to the play,
too.”
“Yes, they invited me. Is that all right
with you?”
Mac hesitated before answering. Of course,
she didn’t care if Harm went to the play. But the idea that
Harm would be along while she was out with a guy who was judging her
by her molars made her feel uncomfortable. A sudden even more
uncomfortable thought hit her.
Maybe Harriet had set Harm up
on a blind date, too. She felt a little queasy at the idea of
watching some curvy, no-doubt bosomy, blonde woman light up like
Christmas tree when she got a look at Harm. Harm was exactly the kind
of man women dreamed of ending up with on blind dates—and never
did—except tonight. Damn it, some floozy was going to hit the
jackpot while she would be stuck in some scintillating conversation
about tarter build up.
He was still waiting for some
response, so she waved her hand around in a dismissive manner. “Don’t
be silly, Harm. The more the merrier. So, who’s your date, and
why aren’t you picking her up instead of me.”
“I
didn’t invite anyone, Mac. Bud just called late this afternoon
to see if I was free.” He looked at his watch and said, “We
better go, or we’ll be late.”
“You’re
right. Harriet won’t be happy if we mess up her plans.”
Harm waited while Mac locked her door and then led her down to his
car. He opened the passenger door for her and asked, “So,
what’s this about a blind date?”
She waited for
him to jog around the car and climb behind the steering wheel before
explaining, “Harriet set me up with her dentist. She has been
bugging me for over two months, and she finally wore me down.”
Harm
started the car and pulled out into traffic. “Well, I’m
going to feel like a fifth wheel. A dentist, huh?” He didn’t
sound happy.
“I wouldn’t put it past Harriet to
have someone waiting for you, too?”
“You think?
I’m going to have to have a few words with Bud if that’s
the case. I’m not in the mood to make small talk with some
woman I don’t know.”
“Oh, Harm, I’m
sure she’ll be cute, maybe beautiful, probably gorgeous, and
you’ll be charming the birds right out of her trees before
you’ve finished introducing yourself. It’s automatic with
you.”
“Automatic? I’ll have you know it’s
a lot of work. And I was looking forward to spending an evening being
completely un-charming with you.”
“Gee,
thanks.”
“You know what I mean. I can relax and be
myself with you.”
“I get it. Good looking women
get you’re A-game. I’m just good old Mac.”
Harm
cut his eyes from the road and gave her the once over. “You’re
a good looking woman, Mac. You're smart. Of course you do have a
tattoo.”
The heat in his gaze unsettled her, and she had
to remind herself that flirting was like breathing where Harm was
concerned. He was usually unaware of the effect he had on women, so
for the sake of her own survival she’d taught herself to remain
immune. “There you go with that sweet talk again. Just promise
me that no matter how good looking your date is—even if she’s
Brigitte Bardot hot, if I give you the high sign you’ll rescue
me from the dentist. You have to promise since I don’t have my
own car.”
“Brigitte Bardot? How old are you,
Mac?”
“You know what I mean—even if she is
every fantasy you’ve ever had rolled up into one, you can’t
abandon me to Harriet’s dentist.”
“What if
Harriet’s dentist turns out to be Cary Grant? Or is Cary Grant
too young for you?”
“Are you being cute or funny?
With you it’s so hard to tell.”
“He could be
the man of your dreams, Mac.” There was a serious note in
Harm’s voice that had her turning to look at him more
closely.
The man of her dreams was sitting right beside her.
Harmon Rabb was the man of her dreams. But dreams were the only place
she’d ever have him. She’d resigned herself to that after
Russia. From the moment she’d decided to follow him on his
quest to find his father she’d worn her heart on her sleeve.
She’d been the one to flirt shamelessly and he never responded
in kind. At first she’d chalked it up to bad timing, but when
they returned home he still kept her at arm’s length. She’d
finally retreated back to their neutral friendship zone, realizing
that’s all they’d ever be.
She fought for a
carefree tone when she declared, “Who knows? This could be my
lucky night.”
“Here we are,” Harm announced
unnecessarily as they parked in front of Harriet and Bud’s
apartment. “Let’s go see what torture’s in store
for us tonight.”
The front door opened almost as soon
as they rang the doorbell and Bud waved them inside. “Commander,
Colonel—come on in. Harriet’s almost ready.” He
pointed them toward the couch and said, “Make yourselves
comfortable.”
Harm spoke up bluntly, “Where’s
Mac’s dentist?”
Bud looked confused and then said,
“Oh, you mean Dr. Hanson. Harriet calls him Dr. Handsome, but I
don’t think he’s that good looking. I mean, Commander, I
think you are much better looking than he is. “
Harm
grinned. “Why thank you, Bud. That means a lot coming from you.
Mac, maybe after you meet this guy, you can break the tie.”
“Are
you campaigning for my vote, Commander Handsome?” Mac sat down
on the couch, not disappointed in the least that her date had yet to
arrive. Maybe he’d had a root canal come up that he couldn’t
refuse.
“I always like it better when you’re on
my side, Mac.” He settled down on the other end of the sofa and
they both looked at Bud waiting for more of an explanation. Harriet
came rushing into the room just then. “Oh, you’re here!
Good. I’m ready. We better go if we don’t want to be
late. Help me with my coat, Bud.”
Harm and Mac stood up
caught in Harriet’s whirling energy and headed toward the front
door. “Harriet, what about Mac’s date?” Apparently
Harm wasn’t going to let the subject drop.
Harriet
stopped with one arm in her coat and looked from one to the other.
“I’m afraid you’re a last minute replacement,
Commander. Dr. Hanson had an emergency, so I called in the B team.
I’m sorry, Mac.”
“Wait a minute. I’m
the B team?” Harm was frowning.
Mac felt a flood of
relief at not having to face an evening with a strange man, and her
teeth seemed to shrink back to normal unhorse-like proportions that
fit normally inside her mouth once more. “Don’t be sorry,
Harriet. The B team suits me fine.” She smiled
unselfconsciously and linked her arm through Harm’s, pulling
him out the door. “Harm, it looks like you won’t have to
worry about being charming, after all.”
The play was
entertaining and Mac loved sitting in the dark with Harm by her side.
She stole glances at his profile as he laughed at the actors on
stage. The grayish green shadows played across his familiar features,
and a wave of longing hit her so suddenly that she had to grab the
armrest to keep from touching him.
After they left the theatre
they stopped for coffee and dessert at a nearby diner. Even before
they sat down in the booth, Harriet was apologizing.
“Mac,
I’m so sorry about the date. Dr. Hanson felt bad, too, and said
he’d love to reschedule.”
Mac wanted to discourage
this conversation, but stopping Harriet was like trying to stop the
price of gasoline from going up around holidays. “That’s
okay, Harriet. It’s not your fault. Please don’t give it
another thought.” Please.
“I know. But I talked
him up so much, and then you finally agreed, and then—”
Harm interrupted. “She got stuck with me instead.”
Harriet patted him on the arm. “It was very nice of you
to fill in, Commander.”
“What are B teams for?”
Harm’s sarcasm seemed lost on Harriet.
Bud looked
worried and spoke up, “I don’t think you’re the B
team, sir. I’d much rather go out on a date with you than I
would Dr. Hanson.”
“Are you asking me out, Bud?”
“No, sir. Sorry, sir.”
Harm laughed, and
Harriet managed to get a few more good words in about Dr. Handsome
before they called it a night and headed home.
Harm was quiet
on the drive back to Mac’s place. She was okay with that. It
was a comfortable silence—like a deep sigh at the end of a busy
day—an easy calm that she only ever experienced with Harm.
Finally he said, “I’m sorry you didn’t get to spend
the evening with Cary Grant.”
“You didn’t
get your Brigitte Bardot, either.”
“I’d
rather spend an evening with you anytime, MacKenzie.”
“Every
once in a while I catch you being nice.”
“Keep it
to yourself, okay? I’ve got a reputation to protect.”
She
smiled at his easy deflection. They were parked in front of her
apartment building now, but she didn’t want to move. She didn’t
want to walk upstairs alone to her empty apartment, and let him drive
away. He hadn’t made any move to get out of the car, either.
“We should do this more often,” he said,
surprising her.
“Are you asking me out on a date?”
Her heart sped up just a bit. She didn’t want to misinterpret
an offer for a simple night on the town.
“I thought I’d
get a bid in before the dashing dentist gets a chance to monopolize
all your time.”
He was always so competitive, Mac
thought, even when there was no contest. “I think Dr. Handsome
is out of luck.”
“Oh yeah?” He seemed to
have moved closer.
“Bud made a pretty convincing
argument that you are better looking and better dating material, so
why should I waste my time?” She leaned toward him, drawing
closer to the heat of him.
“I wouldn’t want you to
waste your time.” His words were a murmur that slipped across
her cheek. He buried his hands in her hair, tilting her face to his,
finding her mouth with a tenderness that pierced her heart. He drew
away, resting his forehead against hers. “Have dinner with me
tomorrow night. Just you and me. No Bud and Harriet. We’ll take
things nice and slow if you like, but you have to know I’m
crazy about you, Mac.”
His lips were doing some hot and
heavy dance down her throat and she found it hard to focus. Dinner,
he wanted to have dinner. She’d loved Harm for years, but his
feelings for her had always been a mystery. And now he’d
announced, pretty as you please, that he was crazy about her. He was
crazy if he thought she wanted to take things slow. She wanted to
dive into this man head first and never come up for air.
She
found his mouth and tried to tell him everything she wanted in that
kiss. Between kisses she said, “I’ve got a better idea.
Why don’t you come upstairs, and we’ll take it hard and
fast, and then you can have breakfast with me in the morning.”
She
watched his eyes grow smoky and his jaw tighten at her words. She
could feel his barely maintained control as if it was a live thing
sitting with them, and she moaned at the image of him letting it all
go. With one more searing kiss he followed her out of the car. She
grabbed him by the tie and hauled him up the stairs. He stopped at
the first landing searching her face for any doubts. “Are you
sure, Mac?”
She stood one step below him, so he was even
taller than usual. “Remember when you said that old
what’s-his-name could be the man of my dreams?”
“I
remember.” His large hands spanned her waist, holding her
close.
“Well, I knew that wasn’t
possible.”
“Why’s that?” She could see
that he already knew the answer, but she was willing to spell it out
for him.
“Because you are the man of my dreams, Harm.
You always will be.” She kissed the tip of his chin because
that was all she could reach.
He grinned and picked her up,
bringing her mouth even with his. “Does that move me up to the
A team?”
“I’m willing to let you try out.”
She kissed him, wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms
around his neck.
Commander Handsome carried her to her front
door and walked inside, shutting out the rest of the world.
The
End