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Date Posted: 18:55:30 04/14/05 Thu
Author: Lexx
Subject: Take Your Best Shot **JAG**

Disclaimer: If I owned them, Lt. Jerkovic would not exist. However, Lt. Jerkovic does exist. Ergo...?

Author's notes: I'd first like to remind everyone that these are not intended to be full fics. They are Flutterby Moments...just short scenes that can be used in another fic if you should so desire.

Secondly, I'd also like to remind the readers that you can contribute your "moments" to this site to be read and replied to. For anyone who doesn't have the energy or capacity to write a full fic around this one great idea for a scene that you had.

Rating: PG-13, for slight steaminess. This may or may not be an understatement. You decide.

*****
"Remind me why I'm doing this again," Mac said, lying flat on her back.

"It's something we've never done before," Harm answered, straddling her and admiring her bare, toned abs and the glinting bar ornament in her belly button.

"That's not a reason. There are a lot of things I've never done, but I don't plan on doing all of them."

"Oh, come on, Allie, it'll be fun," answered Tanya, who was in a similar position.

"Yeah," piped in her husband, Jake. "It's supposed to really rekindle the romance."

Harm leaned over so that his lips were barely touching Mac's ear lobe. The contact was still enough to send a thrill through Mac's body. Harm noticed this and grinned as he whispered, "Besides...we have to keep up the ruse if we want to get the information we need from them."

"Fine, Mark," Mac said out loud, using Harm's cover name, "but just do it already."

Harm's grin grew even bigger as he noted her discomfort, not at what they were doing, but that they were doing it in public.

"Ready?" Jake called out.

"Ready," Mac and Harm answered, though Mac with perhaps a little less enthusiasm.

"Go!"

Harm bent over Mac's bare stomach and studied the line of salt sprinkled over her solar plexis. He blew softly and watched the grains spread out a bit. He then drew his tongue across the area, making sure to pick up every grain. Mac's breathing increased along with her heartbeat. Harm's hands were placed on either side of Mac's rib cage, and he could feel the quickened expanding and contracting of her diaphragm.

He then took his time as he moved down to her navel, which contained a shot of tequila. His tongue worked to extract every drop of alcohol from her skin, and Mac's unconscious response was rolling her eyes back and clenching the sides of the bar as her back arched to better accomodate. Harm's pulse began to race in response to Mac's reactions, and he sped up his movements to finish the body shot.

Once Harm had gotten the last of the tequila, he made his final approach up to Mac's mouth, which contained a slice of lime. He took this without making contact with her lips, making sure to respect her sobriety even from the taste of alcohol. Once he had sucked the lime to the rind, however, he took a swig of tonic water and swished until he was sure the tequila was gone, then leaned back over her mouth and captured her lips with the fervor of a lover denied what he's wanted for so long.

Mac's fingers, by now white from clenching the bar, released the polished surface and threaded themselves through Harm's short hair. Both were totally oblivious to the catcalls and whistling. They would later laugh at the absurdity of such a situation, but for now, they were taking their undercover roles and running with them.

**End**

Yeah, I know, it's even shorter than most of the others. Review anyway, please.

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