Title: Twirling
Author: Carrie
Pairing/Classification: Harm/Mac Romance
Rating: GA
Summary: Harm walks in on Mac in a dress he’s not supposed to see.
Disclaimer: Not mine, mistakes are. Sorry.



1320 Zulu
Mackenzie-Rabb Residence
San Diego, California

“Hey honey! I’m home!” Harm called out, yanking off his summer whites shirt. “I have to make a quick uniform change. My pen exploded all over my shirt after chewing on it. Kind of glad since this shirt was already dirty. Plus it gave me an excuse to get away from Bud for a few seconds. He’s whipping pictures out of the twins constantly.”

“Harm?”

“I told you I’m home,” he replied, running up the steps. Something in her voice sounded almost frantic. “You okay?”

Inside their bedroom, Mac rushed to shut the door, fighting with the zipper on the dress she’d impulsively put on. “Stay out there!”

He paused in the hallway, hand resting on the doorknob to their bedroom. “Um, what’s going on?”

“Nothing,” Mac mumbled, fighting with the back of her dress. She bent over backwards, trying to give the zipper enough leeway to move down. Oh crap, now it was stuck. “Um, you can’t see me.”

“Well of course I can’t see you. The door’s shut.”

“No, it’s bad luck.”

“What’s bad luck?”

“Seeing me.”

Now she wasn’t making any sense at all. Not that she was making much sense before. “Mac just open the damn door.”

Whiney, whiney, whiney, that’s what he was. “Fine!” she yelled, flinging the door open.

His expression was priceless. Mouth fell open, coat fell from his fingertips, and his eyes widened, fixing themselves on her dress. Her eyebrow raised in unison with the corner of her mouth.

She knew the dress was a killer. Unlike the dresses Harriet and Trish picked out for her, she wanted something sweet and simple. So she chose the knee length full skirted strapless cocktail dress. Snow white, the only adornments to the satin material were the border of lace along the hem, the border of lace at the top of the bodice, and at waist. All of the same snow white lace.

Cockily, she leaned a hip against the door frame, her arms crossing over her chest. “Why are you staring at me?”

Harm gulped, not sure what to say. He cleared his throat, not quite thinking clearly. Why wasn’t she at work? “Um, well, you’re…you’re out of uniform.”

She pursed her lips, highly amused. After a month together she’d discovered it was a great deal of fun to mess with him. “Right. I’m going out to dinner with you.”

They didn’t have dinner plans. He frowned, slightly confused. “When?”

Mac slid her arms around his waist, tugging him towards her. “In three days. A big dinner. Lots of people. Fifty people to be precise. I’ll be wearing this to the dinner.” His eyes were still fixated on her dress, staring. She laughed, shaking her head slightly. “Gosh Harm. You’d think you’d never seen me in a dress before.”

Certainly not one like this. A soft smile settling on his face, he stepped closer towards her. “Well,” he whispered, nuzzling her nose with his. “This is your wedding dress.” He quickly glanced at the open closet door, the full length mirror glinting in the sunlight streaming through the window. “I presume you were looking at yourself in the mirror.”

Damn, he caught her. She pointed her bare toes at the floor, looking away. The dress had been staring at her all morning. All she could do was put it on and act like the little girl she’d never really been. Dancing around in a dress. Well, not really dancing.

“Twirling,” she mumbled, brushing her lips over his. “I was twirling in my dress.”

“Twirling?”

Mac stepped back, reluctantly letting go of his hand. She stood in the center of the room, her hands behind her back. “When I twirl,” she whispered, lifting her arms up. “My dress does this.”

Grinning widely, she twirled around, the skirt flaring up and out, whipping around her, almost like a fairytale. Harm laughed, grabbing her hand to keep spinning her around, delighting in her screams of laughter.

He pulled her towards him, pressing a long kiss to her lips. “I think I like your dress,” he informed her, their foreheads resting against each other. “And I don’t think its bad luck.”

“We have all the luck in the world,” Mac laughed, not able to stop smiling. But she did remember something very important. “Now,” she stated, pushing him back. “Get out of here. You can see my dress for a grand total of ten minutes. For all we know our luck diminishes the longer you see my dress. Now get out.”

“Yes ma’am.”

She hurriedly yanked the zipper down, hanging the dress back in the closet and pulling on a pair of capris and a tank top. Several minutes later she and Harm were downstairs, for some reason swaying gently to no music.

An idea popped into her head when he dipped her so her hair was brushing the floor. “Harm?”

“Yes?”

“Can we twirl at the wedding?”

He raised an eyebrow, letting her dip him. “We’ll twirl as much as you want.”

“People will think we’re crazy.”

“When do people not think we’re crazy?”

“Good point.” She looked back up at him, beaming him a full smile. “I love you Harm.”

“I love you too Mac.”

THE END