Title: Apples & Cinnamon

Author: ParkerMCarter

Rating: PG/PG-13

Pairing: Harm/Mac

Category: Romance, Drama

Status: Complete.

Summary: The first in my 'The Scent of My Love

Series'-JAG

Posting: Only with my permission.

Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended. I am not receiving any money for this recreational outlet.

Does he have any idea how great he smells? Does he realize how intoxicating he is? What an addiction to have. I wallow in his scent. It is him. It identifies him. I know it as soon as he's in the room with me. With it, I feel secure and protected. With him I feel secure and protected.

I know he protects me. When I'm in danger his fragrance wraps itself around me like a shield. Parts of me wants believe that he's rejecting me when he steps away. But I know he does it to protect my heart, my soul, and my honor. Parts of me wants believe that he doesn't care about me. But that part of me that's best friends with him knows better than that.

Today, he hugged me. He held me close, his hands caressing my back gently. I was completely encompassed by his smell. I hadn't even realized how cold I'd been feeling until I was in his arms and found myself in the perfect weather conditions. Slightly warm, fragrant air, warm, comfortable arms. My kind of paradise. I don't know why he hugged me. He didn't say, but let me plainly state, I'm not complaining. Besides maybe I just looked like I needed a hug. Never can have too many flyboy hugs.

We're at Staff Call right now and he's sitting right next to me. I'm bored with listening to the Admiral, so I tune myself in to Harm. He's barely interested. I decide to finally take the time to identify that wonderful aroma emanating from this gorgeous hunk of masculinity. I take a deep, but silent breath. Apples. Baked apples. Nice. It's been a while since I dropped that habit. I should take it up again. But that's not all. What else is there? I take another breath. Cinnamon. Most definitely cinnamon. Oh, I love that. Hmmm. Cinnamon rolls. Drool. Harm. Drool. Apples and cinnamon rolls. Very nice. Apples, cinnamon rolls, and Harm. A very lethally arousing combination. *Giggle* Uh oh. Everyone's looking at me.

"Something funny, Colonel?"

"No, sir." *Giggle* I clamp my lips shut. I sneak a look at Harm. He throws an inquisitive eyebrow up at me. I'm giggling again, aren't I?

If anyone asks, I'm under the influence of apples, cinnamon rolls, and Harmon Rabb Jr. And it's voluntary.

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