Harm smiled as he closed the file in front of him and pushed the sleep button on his computer keyboard. It was a rare opportunity that enabled him to leave the office this early and he wasn't going to waste it.

There was a definite spring in his step as he exited the building and made his way to Mac's 'vette. They had switched cars this morning so she could do some shopping for the party on her way home. He was singing happily along to the music coming from the radio well before he got on the Beltway. The drive was relatively uneventful and he pulled into the driveway of their house still singing away.

As he pulled the car to a stop behind the SUV he saw what looked like a flyer flapping from the passenger side window. He thought that it was odd that it appeared to be stuck part way into the car. Moving closer he saw that it was really a large envelope with his name on it. He tugged on it and nothing. Realizing that it was indeed caught, he was forced to unlock the door and roll the window part way down before he got it free. Flipping it open he extracted a sheet of paper covered in Mac's script. He read through the words as his eyebrows raised in amusement and his easily recognizable grin spread across his face. She had mentioned that tonight would be strenuous and judging by her letter she wasn't kidding.

He went around to the back of the house and proceeded straight to the basement. As per her instructions he undressed and had a quick shower in the standing stall of the bathroom off his work area. He dried off and then headed for the next stop in the adventure Mac had planned. Completely in the buff with his hair slicked back using his fingers, he headed up the short flight of stairs at the other end of the basement and into the kitchen.

Opening the fridge with care he removed the chilled sparkling grape juice, chocolate sauce, and strawberries that took up the top shelf. As he turned to place them on the counter he sensed her watching him, but refused to turn around and ruin the effect of her seduction. A barely perceptible rustle indicated her departure and he waited only a few moments more before heading off to stop number three in the sunken living room.

Mac was lying on the couch in an airy silk robe that barely covered her. As he walked in she stood and moved towards him taking the tray and placing it on the coffee table. With hooded lids she looked up at him and then opened her arms to embrace him. The fabric brushing against his bare skin was sensitizing and he pulled her closer as she loosened the belt to let it fall open.

They stood wrapped around each other for a brief time then Harm reached down and lifted Mac up until her lips were level with his own. As the kiss took on a life of it's own he released her and her body slid along his own until she was once more on her feet. With a groan she broke the kiss and went to kneel on one side of the coffee table. Harm followed her lead on the opposite side.

Neither of them spoke, but he reached for the sparkling grape juice, popped the cork and poured while she dipped the first strawberry in the sauce and extended it to him. He leaned forward and licked Mac's fingers then made eye contact with her. He held her gaze as he licked the strawberry clean of chocolate then nipped it in much the same way he had her nipples on many occasions.

A slight tremor that had begun in her hand ran it's course through Mac's body but she refused to be bested at her own game. She meticulously cleaned the rest of the chocolate from her fingers with her tongue. When she finished she reached over and took one of the flutes from the tray. She sipped from it several times before putting it down and waited to see what he would do next. Following her example he drank from his own glass and then chose a large red strawberry for dipping. He barely had a chance to raise it out of the bowl when Mac had her mouth around it and was sucking away. He lost it and released his own grip on it.

Without ceremony he stepped over the table that separated them and sank down next to her. She had not closed her robe back up so it was with ease that he dipped in another strawberry and used it to trail chocolate along the valley between her breasts to her navel. Mac started from the cold, but it was quickly forgotten as Harm's hot breath and moist tongue followed the path down her body. Their senses were in overdrive, but she refused to end this here so soon. As soon as she could hold onto some semblance of thought, she dragged Harm's head up from it's position at her belly button and drew his lips to hers for another searing kiss. How they managed to part without giving in completely to their passion they still don't know.

They rose from the floor and moved down the hall to the den. There Mac had cleared Harm's desk of its boxes of files and covered it in an air mattress and sheet. A bottle of scented massage oil waited with the ensemble. She removed her robe completely and crawled onto the desk laying on her front. He took the oil that she held out to him and poured a generous amount into his hand. He rubbed his hands together to warm the oil and then very gently made the first tentative strokes along her back. Working with great care and ease he covered her body from neck to toes.

When he went to roll her over and begin again on her front she sat up and after a quick kiss to his chest got up and pushed him down into the spot she had just vacated. He placed as much of his body as he could over the warm spot, but he refused to lie on his back. Realizing that he was not going to do as she wished, Mac climbed up on the desk as well and straddled his thighs.

From there she poured the oil directly onto his chest and smiled in triumph and longing when his body jerked beneath her own. She took her time, working for quite some time on his shoulders before eventually continuing downwards. As her hands hovered over his penis their gazes locked and she chose to spread her ministrations too his hips and inner thighs instead. Her job done, she slipped down to the floor and walked out of the room. Harm lay there in disbelief that she could walk away until he remembered that the next step was to be in the library.

Feeling the effects of the massage he got to his feet and made his way to the end of the hall and up three steps to the library entrance. The room was more like a large alcove but it was lined with shelves. These surrounded a fireplace and the space was just big enough for two large wing back chairs that covered the wall with the only window at Harm's height, and a bear skin rug. Neither of them would have to made such a purchase, but Mic had surprised them by bringing it over as a house warming gift on the day they moved in.

Mac was sitting on the rug stoking the fire and she looked almost ethereal with that glow surrounding her and kissing her skin much the way he would be shortly. He kneeled behind her and reached around her to remove the poker from her hand. She gave it up willingly and rose to her own knees and turned on them to face him. Their lips met once more and their tongues began a dance that their bodies ached to follow.

They lay back on the carpet side by side and gave in finally to the passion that they had been feeling for the last couple of hours. Mac stretched out over Harm and started to move down his body showering it with kisses. She didn't slow down until he had reached his penis, then as she had done with the strawberry she began her assault on his senses.

Taking just the tip into her mouth she ran her tongue over it and then began sucking very gently. Harm moaned slightly, but was still too in control of his responses for Mac's liking. She took about half his length into he mouth, but instead of sucking, as he expected, she used her fingers to draw along his sack. There was a sharp intake of breath from him, but before he could draw another breath she was following her fingers with her tongue. He bucked just as she was drawing him back into her mouth so she swallowed, drew in on a powerful suck and his body shook with the beginning of his orgasm and the end of his control.

The sensations coursing through him were incredible. In all the time they had been together their bond only grew stronger and their love making more intense. He lay below her once he came and stared at her in renewed adoration. She loved him with a fierceness that he had never experienced before she came into his life. Now that she was his, he wanted to have her for a life time.

She sat straddling him and watching his face return to one of satisfaction, but continued desire. He reached up for her and placed his hands behind her neck drawing their faces together. He savoured the flavour of her mixed with his essence and deepened the kiss. They were both panting by the time he flipped them over and lay above her.

He nipped and nibbled at her as he grazed over her neck and shoulder. At her breasts he showered them with his tongue and when her turid peaks rose to meet his lips he gladly drew first one, then the other, into his mouth and suckled. Mac revelled in the feel of him drawing from her and wrapped her hands around his head to draw him even closer. He reached up and unlocked his head and moved down toward her core.

She was wet and hot and she reacted just like he knew she would when he eased first one, then two fingers into her. Although they came together regularly she still remained tight. He wanted her ready for him and he enjoyed the moans and sighs that she made as he drew his fingers in and then out again, in an imitation of what he would do, more thoroughly, soon.

As he felt her muscles clinch further he pulled his hand away and replaced it with his mouth. Her orgasm was powerful and she raised her hips and locked her hands once more around his head too draw his tongue deeper into her juices. He drank his fill and then raised himself over her. Her hands followed the lines of his body from his shoulders and back up to hold him as he entered her. Their lips met again, and again, and again, in rhythm to his thrusts.

Her legs were clamped around his waist and so he shifted and sat back so that they were joined in a sitting position. The tremors moved through them both and they called out each other's name and dove together over the precipice to the completion of their mutual ecstasy.

Quite some time later, after the fire had begun to die down, and their satiated bodies again yearned for more, they held one another still. Mac curled in closer to Harm, and he wrapped his arms more securely around her.

"I love you Ninja-girl"

"I love you too, Harm. Are you ready too tackle the second floor?"

"With you, anytime. I love this kind of housewarming."