Rating
– GS
Spoilers
- none
Disclaimer
– I do not own JAG. I’m too quacked-up to own it.
Author
Notes-
Blame
Michi. (he-he It’s explained at the end)
MSOA
Kitty beta-read this ducky and found every feather in place….we hope.
More
at the end. (I thought I would spread them out)
Wednesday
June 9, 2004
Harm’s
Apartment
6:31
PM
Mac
walked into Harm’ apartment. “Hey, I’m here.”
“You
were right behind me when we left work. Did you have to stop somewhere?”
Harm asked as he walked down the steps from his bedroom to join Mac in the
kitchen.
“Yeah,
I needed to stop by the grocery store,” Mac told him as she pulled a bakery
box out of the grocery bag.
“What
did you buy?” Harm asked giving her a quick kiss.
“I
bought us two cupcakes.” Mac opened the box and reviled two cupcakes
decorated with balloons.
“Cute.
Why?”
“It’s
a friend’s birthday,” Mac informed him as she handed him one.
Harm
mentally ran down the list of mutual friends and came up with no one with a
birthday today. “Who?”
“My
favorite sailor.” Mac smiled at him.
Harm
could feel the mild jealousy and total confusion starting to rise up in him.
“You’re favorite sailor. Do I know him?”
“I
know you do.”
“Hmmm,”
Harm muttered. “Does he live in DC?”
“
Florida
,” Mac stated as
she mentally prepared herself for a game with Harm.
“Rank?”
Mac
thought for a second. “I’m not to sure.”
Harm
raised an eyebrow. “You don’t know the rank of your favorite sailor?”
“He
really doesn’t have one.”
“How
can he not have a rank if he’s a sailor?”
“He
has a unique situation. I guess you could call him an honorary-sailor.”
Harm
looked at Mac as she ran her finger across the edge of her cupcake and licked
the frosting from her finger tip. He took a deep breath knowing she was
playing him. “So Mac, how old is your sailor?”
“He’s
70 today.”
“70!”
Harm exclaimed.
“Yeah,
he was born June 9, 1934
,” Mac explained.
“Is
he still active?”
“Very.”
“Retired?”
“Nope.
In fact every day people can see him. Of course you tend to spend a lot
of time around him.”
Harm
gave her a very confused look. He then decided to try a different
approach. “Does he have any family?”
“A
sister named Dumbella and three nephews.”
Harm
stared at her. “What kind of name is Dumbella?”
“His
sisters, of course that’s not as bad as his middle name.”
“What’s
his middle name?”
“Fauntleroy,”
Mac said before taking a bite of her cupcake. “God, this is good.
You really ought to try yours.”
Harm
took a bite of his cupcake and had to agree with her. It was pretty
good. “Your favorite sailor is 70 years old, his middle name is
Fauntleroy. He lives in Florida
, but you can see
him everyday. He has a sister named Dumbella and three nephews.”
“Yep,
but you’re forgetting that you spend a lot of time around him.”
Harm
bit into his cupcake and tried to think of who this might be. “When
was the last time I saw him?”
“This
morning,” Mac said finishing her cupcake. She placed the cupcake
wrapper in the garbage can and walked off towards the bedroom.
“This
morning?” Harm questioned. He set his cupcake on the counter top
and he followed her into the bedroom.
“Yep,”
Mac told him. She opened the dresser drawer and pulled out a t-shirt and
a pair of jean. She placed the items on the bed and started to unbutton
her uniform top.
“I
saw a lot of sailors this morning.” Harm sat on the bed and watched
her undress. He still found himself in awe at her body, even though he
had seen her naked almost every night since Christmas. He smiled as he
thought about their first night together and the way the both spend hours
discovering each others bodies.
“Actually
you saw him before you got to work this morning.” Mac took her blouse
off and placed it on the bed and unzipped her skirt and shimmied out of it.
Harm
thought about the morning and tried to reconstruct the early hours.
“Did we watch CNN over breakfast?”
A
slight blush crossed Mac’s cheeks and she chuckled. “We were running
late this morning, because a certain flyboy wanted to fool around instead off
cook breakfast.”
She
reached for her t-shirt on the bed and Harm grabbed her hand and pulled her on
to the bed. Once she was on the bed he rolled over and covered her.
Mac laughed at the sudden change in his questioning techniques. He
hovered his head above hers and gave her a sad look. “I thought I was
your favorite sailor.”
“You
are, but so is he.” Mac ran her hands down his back.
“Are
you allowed to have two favorites?”
“Well,
I do.” Mac kissed his neck.
“Maacccccc,”
Harm moaned. “Tell me who he is.”
Mac
laughed before looking Harm in the eyes. “Donald.”
Harm
gave her a very confused look. “Donald. Who the hell is Donald and why
do I spend a lot of time around him?”
Mac
moved a hand and pushed up on his chest. Harm rolled onto his left side
and watched as Mac lowered the left side of her panties to reveal her tattoo.
“Donald.”
Harm
bit his cheek as he started to chuckle. “Donald Duck’s birthday is
today.”
“Yes,
it is. His birthday is officially recognized as today, because he
debuted in the Silly Symphony cartoon ‘The Wise Little Hen,’” Mac told
him with a grin.
Harm
carefully looked at the tattoo then at Mac. He loved the way she looked
right now, so sweet in her underwear with her skin-art showing only to him.
Her face smiling carefree look in her eyes. He grinned and placed his
right hand over the tattoo, sending a shiver through Mac’s body. “Do
you always celebrate his birthday?”
“A
cupcake every year,” Mac coyly told him as her hand traveled up his arm and
to his neck.
“I
can think of a better way to celebrate,” Harm softly said leaning down and
giving her a passionate kiss and igniting their desire for each other, much
like he did in the morning.
When
their lips broke apart Mac gazed into his eyes. “I like that better
than the cupcake.”
“So
do I, Honey.” Harm pulled her towards him and started to kiss down her
neck. His hand on her hip slowly moved to her bottom and pressed her
against him.
Mac
moaned in delight as she felt his body against hers, but her passion was
overruled by something else important to her. “As much as I would like
to continue this. I would love to have dinner soon.”
“Dinner?”
Harm asked as he kissed down her neck. “This is better than dinner.”
Mac
playfully pushed him onto his back and sat up on the bed. “Dinner then
dessert.”
“We
already had cupcakes.” Harm companied as Mac located her shirt and put
it on.
She
stood up and put her jeans on. “I know, but I like having you for
dessert more than I like having cupcakes.”
Before
he could respond Mac walked out of the bedroom and into the kitchen.
“The sooner we get done with dinner, the sooner you get dessert.”
Harm
stared up at the ceiling. “Not only do I have tattooed Marine
girlfriend, but she is a Donald Duck loving tattooed Marine girlfriend.”
He sat up and looked at her through the blinds. “Makes me love her
even more.”
THE
END
More
Author Notes….
This
is why we ‘Blame Michi.’ She e-mailed me a picture of Donald in an
e-mail and asked “Where is your Donald Duck birthday JAG-FF?”
Of course she was joking. Then Shoe hit me over the head with this.
An hour later…. we got FF. (Not so funny when Shoe works against the
both of us. Is it, Michi? He-he-he-he-he Now about the
thing both you and Sherry want……..I’ll work on it.)
In
case you didn’t guess Donald is my favorite Disney cartoon character.
(I don’t like the rodent.) So Happy Birthday Donald Duck. You
Rock!!!
I
got the info on Donald Duck from http://psc.disney.go.com/guestservices/8703.html
Oh
also, don’t own the rights to Donald Duck, However, my kitchen is decorated
in Donald Duck. (you think I’m joking)
There
was a minor reference to the FF called ‘Dear Santa…It’s Little AJ’
which was written by myself and Michi. It can be read at ff.net at http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=1647295
or at JAGNIK Central http://www28.brinkster.com/jagnikfanfic/dearsanta1.htm
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