A/N: I'm still trying to post an update everyday to one of my stories this month, but the funk I have been in the last two days is not helping. Hope you still enjoy it.

The movie finishes and Mac slides off the couch to pull the DVD out of the player. Harm looks at her with a contemplative expression on his face. Mac quirks her brow in question.

Harm sighs, "I was just thinking about one other part of that movie. Not that my mother and I really have that many heart-to-heart conversations, but if I were in Hannah's shoes, I could easily imagine her telling me the same thing."

Mac teases, "You can picture your mom saying that your dad always thought you would marry a guy named Tom? That would totally explain why you have ignored me all these years, but it wouldn't explain all the girlfriends that you have had. Unless of course you have been using them as a front. Then again, your dad's best friend was named Tom so maybe in was in relation to that."

Harm abruptly stands up, ready to engage in another chase, capture, tickle session in response to her teasing, but ends up halfway bent over in pain.

Mac immediately puts her hand on his shoulder and starts guiding him back to the couch but Harm shakes his head in the negative and points to the wall. She helps him get over there and lets him use her as leverage so that he can get himself upright to lean against it. She softly asks, "Are you okay?"

Harm replies, "Yeah, I just moved wrong and got a little kink in my lower back. Standing usually eases it better than sitting."

Mac nods, "You are obviously in pain, as you look quite like the hunchback of Notre Dame at the moment. Do you want me to get you some ice or your Flexerol?"

Harm says, "No. I'll be alright in a couple of minutes. It tends to spasm every once in a while, when I move the wrong way. This is more of a reaction to too many punch outs than what happened at Harriet's. I'll take the muscle relaxer in a few minutes when I am getting changed for bed, but I will probably run a little hot water on my back first. And just for the record, if I ever brought a girl home, I could visualize my mother telling me that she always thought I would marry you. Apparently, I mentioned you so often in all of our phone calls that when I stopped, after Australia, she wasn't quite sure what to make of it."

Mac nods, not wanting the walk down that disastrous path. She inquires, "Do you think you will want to watch another movie after your shower?"

Harm replies, "I'm game for it, but don't pick something too exciting as I might fall asleep in the middle of it. Those muscle relaxers can sometimes have odd effects."

Mac suggests, "You get in the tub and get changed, and then you can lay on the couch, and I will see if I can rub any of the pain away. If it helps, and you are still awake, you can return the favor but helping with the knot between my shoulder blades."

Harm gives his thoughts away by the blush that creeps up his neck. He is pretty positive that she will have absolutely no problem rubbing him the right way. Now, whether that will actually ease any of him discomfort is an entirely different matter altogether.

Mac smiles, knowing instantly where his mind went. She arches up and gives him a chaste kiss, "Do try and keep your mind out of the gutter, Harm."

He chuckles, "Sorry. You mentioned putting your hands on my body. Guys tend to get distracted when a woman touches them you know."

Mac starts rubbing her hands up and down his arms, teasing, "You mean like this?"

Harm smiles, "No, that just feels nice."

Mac moves her hands to the planes of his chest, repeating the same motions she was just doing on his arms, "How about this?"

Harm places one hand over both of hers, stilling her movements, "That's a little more distracting. Behave, Marine! I don't wish to feel anymore pain near my waistline then I current do. A little above I can handle, I just don't want any pain below."

Mac steps away, knowing that she shouldn't be doing this too him right now. She asks, "Do you want me to help you to the bathroom?"

Harm steps away from the wall, "No, the pain is just a dull ache at the moment. I should be fine."

Mac says, "Ok, I'll sit on the bed while you are in there. That way I am close by if you need me."

Harm starts walking towards his room, calling over his shoulder, "If you wanted an excuse to see me naked, Mac, all you had to do was ask." Although if she is sitting on his bed, facing the glass tiles, she will be able to see at least something. They offer some privacy as they aren't completely see-through, but they aren't exactly opaque either.

Mac has to bite her own bottom lip in order to resist smacking him in the behind as she follows behind him. She chuckles, "Keep it up, Sailor, and I just might walk in there when you aren't paying attention."

Harm grabs a fresh pair of boxers out of the top of his drawer, a white t-shirt, and a pair of grey sweatpants. He places them directly on the shelf outside his bathroom, along with a clean fluffy blue towel. He remarks, "Seriously, Mac, I'm good. I'll yell if I need you."

Mac nods, "Okay. I'll get your medicine and leave it with a glass of water next to your bed for when you get out."

Harm steps into his shower area, and starts to undress. He winces a little as he bends down to remove his jeans, but swallows the groan knowing Mac will run in there if she hears it.

In the kitchen, Mac waits until she hears the water running before heading back into the bedroom. She sets his pill and a glass of chilled water on his nightstand, but when she turns around, her breath catches in her throat. She can see a vague outline of Harm through the blurred glass blocks. Although she can't see anything in finite detail, it is really the first time she is seeing him fully in the flesh so to speak. She tries to control her racing heart as she says, "Harm, I left your medication next to your bed. Just yell if you need me."

Harm calls, "Thanks, Mac. I'll be out in just couple of minutes."

She replies, "Take your time."

Mac walks back to the living room in a daze. She hadn't properly prepared herself for seeing his naked flesh. She needs to settle down before she sleeps next to him in the same bed. In fact, in might be better if she slept on the couch. She isn't worried about how he will act; she is concerned that she might start something that she shouldn't. She has wanted this man for so long, she aches in places that she didn't know she could. She is so lost in her own thoughts, that she doesn't even hear him come back into the room until he asks, "What's wrong?"

She looks up at him to see his hair wet and spiked up in various different directions. If his hair were longer, he might very well resemble Albert Einstein. It is the perfect look to let her worries fade away. She replies, "I'm fine, Harm. Did the hot water help?"

Before he has a chance to object or respond, Mac starts laughing at him. Her gaze has traveled downwards and she smiles, "Well Flyboy, I won't ask if you took your muscle relaxer because it's evident that you have."

Harm questions, "What do you mean?"

Mac chuckles, "Your pants are on backwards."

Harm glances down, "These are sweatpants, Mac, there is no backwards or forwards."

Mac grins, "Yes, there is" as she walks up to him and slides her hands into the pockets resting both hands on his sweet six. "If you had then on the right way, I wouldn't be able to do this."

Harm looks down at her, and gives her a kiss on the tip of her nose, "Sure you would, you just might get more than you bargained for."

Mac pulls her hands out of his pockets, and swats him in the chest playfully, before taking her perch back on couch.

Harm, not really paying that much attention to what he is doing, proceeds to take his pants off. He turns them the right way and tries to balance on one foot to put them back on.

Mac is sitting on the couch continuing to laugh at him while watching him struggle to get his pants back on. She offers, "Would you like some help?"

Harm groans, "No, I've got it." He sits on the couch next to her, slides them on and pulls them up successfully. "See, I can dress all by myself."

Mac scoots over and rests her head on his shoulder. "Those are really cute boxers, Harm, but I have to disagree with their statement."

Harm raises his eyebrow in question, not quite sure what she means since he is wearing plain black boxers.

She reaches under his hip, pulling the band out from under his sweatpants until the top of it is visible. It's then that he sees the waistband says "Old Navy."