They made short work getting out of their clothing, even with Mac's disability. From this point on there were only moans of desire as opposed to words of control. Their love did not need verbal definition, only physical reinforcement.

Mac's arms encircled his neck as she pulled him close, her tongue tracing his lips, he parted them in a sigh as she rubbed her breasts against his chest. His hands moved down her back lower, finding a familiar wet spot.

"Jingo, what do you want?" he said realizing that "wet" spot was her nose.

"She probably needs to go out, I'm sorry, I haven't walked her today," Mac infused regrettably.

Harm begrudgingly rolled out of bed and grabbed his jeans and a T-shirt throwing them on without underwear.

"Come on, Miss Priss, let's go!" Harm growled at the two large cloudy brown eyes staring up at him.

Fortunately, Jingo was quick this time, and they returned within a few minutes, Mac counting every one. They walked in and Jingo happily trotted to her spot on the couch. She was asleep in seconds.

He stopped to pick up a pair of shorts near the door, then a T-shirt, then panties a few feet away, and her bra hanging on the bedroom door all making a sensuous trail toward the bed. He wearily picked up the various articles of her clothing and made his way back after washing his hands and splashing water on his face. He stripped once again slipping in to spoon behind her warming himself against her back.

"Ummm, back so soon?" she said huskily.

"Shhh," he whispered, "your turn."

He kissed the base of her neck, while his hands worked magic on her breasts. She jumped when he flicked her nipple. She wiggled, grinding her bottom against his hardening front. Mac was turning him on and he was forgetting the past interruption. He turned her over and kissed her fervently up and down her tingling body. She threw her head back and let out a long, slow, moan as her hands guided his head where she wanted pleasure.

His kisses then returned to her mouth as he crawled up her soft body once again, straddling her. He kissed her fully as he entered her, their tongues battling, both panting, "I love you" at the same time. She felt his need increase and he quickened the pace, sending her over the proverbial edge. Mac tightened her body, and an elongated "Ohhhhh, Haaaarm" escaped her lips.

He chuckled slyly and shoved his tongue deeply into her mouth, as he did the same with the lower portion of his muscular body. She felt the first spasms sweep over him.

He groaned, "Mac, Honey," and ceased his steady movement as he reached the summit.

They lay together her legs still wrapped around him as they tried to catch their breath, never breaking contact. Tears of joy began to form in her eyes and as they fell, he gently kissed them away.

"I love you, Sweetheart," Harm said hoarsely.

She giggled, "Maybe Jingo's timing wasn't so bad after all. By the way, has anyone ever told you you smell good after making love?" she inquired nuzzling his neck and chest.

"I don't believe so," he replied, "and if they ever did, I wasn't all there to hear it. You're the only woman I've ever made *love* to. I remember everything about it, and cherish our joining like it's our last day on earth, which it may be, Marine if you keep me going like this."

She reached over and picked up the plum rose, inhaling it's aromatic fragrance. Her eyes looking up at him curiously.

"It reminded me of you," he murmured against her ear. "The rose for my love in the color of your lips, a perfect match."

"At least you didn't say the color of my fingers," she quipped.

"Oh Baby, I'm so sorry," he said, turning his attention to them.

"I love you, Harm, your kisses are healing them."

"Then let's do that again," he grinned, looking for Jingo.