Cookin' Something Good -- Flutterby Moments

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Date Posted: 15:36:04 03/16/05 Wed
Author: Lexx
Subject: Cookin' Something Good

Disclaimer: [channels Puss in Boots] Uhhh, das no mine.

Author's note: This is a scene from a fic I wrote a while ago called What Sarah Wants. I figured it could stand on its own, or in an entirely new fic, should anyone so desire it.

"Mm...what smells good?"

"Dinner," Harm answers.

"Okay, what are you making for dinner?" She tries to peek into the pot on the stove, but he catches her wrist, and she looks at him seductively and flutters her eyelashes. Harm leans in, mere inches from her face, their noses almost touching, and he can feel her holding her breath.

Harm smile mischievously and licks his lips, then says in a low, husky voice,

"You'll find out when it's ready." She lets her breath out in a slow hiss as Harm releases her arm and backs away, grinning in victory.

"How long until it'll be ready, do you think?" she asks casually, failing to keep down the blush that's creeping up her face.

He lets out a short laugh. "It shouldn't be more than forty-five minutes."

She nods her head, still trying to calm her breathing. "Is there anything I can help with?"

"Not in here; you can sit down on the couch and relax, though."

She rolls her eyes and leaves the kitchen. She plops herself down on the couch and turns on the TV to the news. After about fifteen minutes, she gets back up and comes into the kitchen again.

"Harm, please let me help with something. The news is just depressing, and I don't have anything else to do but watch it or help in here."

She pauses and sniffs the air and then smiles. "Veggie lasagna," she says knowingly.

He smiles and says, "That's your favorite, right?" She just nods her head and licks her lips.

"Do you think AJ will like it?" Harm asks.

"Harm, if I like it, then I know he will." He thinks about that for a moment, then nods his head in agreement. "Okay, so what do you want me to do?" she asks.

"Oh, you can make the salad if you want to," he quickly says.

"Okay, sounds good."

She gets all the ingredients out of the fridge and starts to chop up the vegetables on the cutting board and throwing them together into a big salad bowl. He sneaks up behind her and steals a cucumber slice from the bowl, and she says,

"Harm, don't take my veggies, you're ruining the perfect arrangement of the salad," she says as she carelessly throws in some diced tomatoes.

"Perfect arrangement, Mac?" Harm says, as he takes another cucumber slice.

"Commander, if you like your fingers the way they are, then I highly advise you to keep them out of my salad."

Feeling bold, he leans in right next to her left ear and says, "Oh, really...well, Colonel, what do you propose I do with them?" He trails one index finger lightly from behind her right ear all the way down her back, stopping just above the waistband of her jeans.

He could feel her shiver beneath his touch, and he's suddenly overcome by the urge to kiss her.

She turns her face towards his, and he leans in.

"Unca Harm, Aunt Mac! I'm awake!"

They both quickly avert their faces from one another.

"We're in here, AJ," calls Mac. Harm drops his hand from where it found itself on her hip and reaches into the bowl to grab one more cucumber, as their godson comes running into the kitchen.

**End**

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Replies:

COULD I BEEE MORE EXCITED THAT YOU POSTED MY FAVORITE PART TO THAT STORY?! (NT) -- James, 18:46:39 03/16/05 Wed
- I don't know...could you? (NT) -- Lexx, 21:32:13 03/16/05 Wed
  - NOOOOO! I REALLY COULDNT! (NT) -- James, 19:12:23 03/17/05 Thu