Harm offers Mac his arm, and she wraps her arm around his well-toned bicep as they make their way out to the terrace. The man may be in his 40's, but he is still in excellent shape. She would prefer to wrap her arm around his waist with her hand slightly below his beltline, but this is an official function and she has to behave herself, at least in front of others. Once she has him outside, all bets are off!

Harm leads her to a quiet dark corner of the balcony, and presses her up against the wall before he gently lowers his lips to hers. The kiss starts out soft and tender, but soon escalates, as his pent up passion starts to erupt. Her hands roam over the wide expanse of his back as she nips his lower lip. He groans, and slightly grinds his hips into hers. They take a quick breath of air, before Mac traces the seam of his mouth with her tongue, starting another passionate kiss. As his desire for her grows, it becomes very evident as it presses against her stomach. Harm runs his hands over her hips, pulling her more tightly against him, as his tongue continues to tangle with hers. She lets out a low, sultry moan and lets her hands drift lightly over his tight six in a soft caress. Harm realizes this is getting a bit out of hand for their current setting, and starts to slow the kiss down before he ravishes his wife right here and gets them both in hot water. He reluctantly pulls his mouth away, and presses his forehead against hers, both of them completely flushed, and panting heavily. Mac brings her hands back up, and toys with the buttons on his dress whites, anxiously anticipating the moment she can remove them from him later tonight. As soon as she is able to catch her breath, she asks, "How much longer do we need to stay here tonight?"

Harm sighs, "At least another hour or so, to maintain proper appearances. However, I would just like to toss you over my shoulder, carry you out of here, and take you home and have my way with you. Do you think General Cresswell and Admiral Morris would mind?"

Mac swats him playfully, "You are not going caveman on me! Even if they wouldn't object, I would!"

Harm gives her a flyboy grin, "Where is your sense of adventure, Mac?"

She reaches up to wipe lipstick off the corner of his mouth, "Now Flyboy, you know very well, from personal experience, that I have an adventurous side." She ponders his statement for a moment and then adds, "Come to think of it, you hoisting me over your shoulder would give me the perfect view. And if you angle me just right, I could bite that little area on your tush where you are currently having a slight problem!"

Harm steps back slightly from her embrace with a shocked look on his face, "You wouldn't dare!"

She raises her eyebrow at him, "You treat me like you are rescuing some damsel in distress, and I most certainly will!"

Harm laughs, "Yeah, yeah. I know you are a Marine, and you can take care of yourself."

She reaches up to cup his cheek and gives him a soft kiss, "And yet, you love me anyway."

Harm whispers against her lips, "Yes I do, forever and always," before he deepens the kiss.

A clearing of a throat behind them makes them reluctantly end their kiss. Admiral Boone says, "While I hate to break you two apart, General Creswell is looking for you. I'll stall him at the bar for a few minutes, while you two take a quick moment to make yourselves presentable, instead of looking like two teenagers who have been making out in the car!"

Mac blushes almost the same shade of red as the rubies in her necklace, while Harm has a shit eating grin on his face. "What can I say, Admiral, I just can't get enough of this woman."

The Admiral silently thinks, 'like father, like son.' He tells him, "Save it for when you get home, Hammer! I expect you at the bar in 2 minutes!"

Harm steals another quick kiss before telling him, "Aye, Aye, Sir."

Mac pushes him away, "Harm!"

Admiral Boone shakes his head at this godson as he walks back inside. He would run his hand through his hair, if he had any! Harm and Jack are going to be the death of him one day!

Mac does her best to smooth out her dress, and makes sure that Harm has no visible signs of any more lipstick on his face before she asks, "Are you ready to go back in, Sailor?"

Harm gives her a sweet smile, "No, but duty calls, so lead the way Mrs. Rabb."

They walk back in from the terrace arm in arm, and head over to the bar where Admiral Boone and General Creswell are standing. They are greeted by General Creswell, with a twinkle in his eye, "Colonel, Captain, you weren't by any chance engaging in any activity that would force me to bring charges against you, were you?"

Harm gives him a cheeky grin, "Of course not Sir, I was simply showing the Colonel the lovely skyline of the city."

The General takes one look at Mac's swollen lips and says, "Right! And I can pilot an F-14 just as well as you can!"

Harm sheepishly admits, "Busted, Sir."

The General just smiles, "It's ok, Harm. I know what it's like to be in love, just don't embarrass yourselves too much."

Mac wraps her arm around Harm's waist a little tighter before replying for both of them, "We understand, Sir."