As Webb left Admiral Chegwidden's office he spotted Harmon Rabb talking to Mac in the centre of ops. He changed course to approach the Navy lawyer. Rabb saw him heading over and sent a smile his way.
Webb kept walking until he was in Rabb's personal space. The taller man leaned backwards slightly, an expression of curiosity on his face. A quick glance at Mac told Webb that she wondered was about to happen. Gunny was nearby and grinned in anticipation while Harriet, Bud and everyone else in the vicinity looked on, fascinated, waiting to see what the two men were going to do. Clayton Webb prided himself on keeping people guessing but, in this case, with this man, he allowed certain predictability. At times it had involved clenched fists and a whole lot of yelling.
He stood there staring at Harm who simply stared back. Waiting.
Clayton reached up, slid his fingers around the back of Harm's head, and slowly drew him down into a kiss. Harm slipped his tongue into Webb's mouth, muffling a chuckle that started in one throat and ended in the other. The kiss became long, deep, and wet. Webb put his arm around Harm's neck, pulling him closer. Not to be outdone, Harm's hands went to Clayton's waist, then skated around the hips and down to cup Webb's buttocks, and pulled him closer still.
"Commander Rabb! Mister Webb!" The voice behind the bellow was a familiar one. Admiral Chegwidden was in the room. "Just what do you think you are doing?"
The two men sprang apart.
"How many times do I have to remind you two about public displays of affection in this facility? See if you can keep your hands off each other until you get home, all right? Just this once?" The Admiral wasn't nearly as angry as he sounded. A twinkle in his eye belied his gruffness.
"Aye, aye, sir!" Rabb stood at attention, back straight, and shoulders squared.
Webb had no intention of snapping to. He was not under Chegwidden's command, but he was a respectful man.
"Sorry, Admiral. My fault. I saw my sweetie standing here looking so luscious in his uniform and, well, I just couldn't help myself."
He blew Harm a kiss and headed for the elevators.
As he left he heard laughter and calls for the attention of "Commander Sweetie."
Clayton glanced back and saw Harm blushing furiously. He looked so cute when he did that. Catching Harm's eye, he winked at him. Harm glanced around to see if the Admiral was looking. He wasn't, so Harm crossed his eyes and stuck out his tongue at Webb.
Clay mouthed, "Is that a promise?" and saw another blush rising, beginning on Harm's lovely neck. Oh, yes. They were going to have such fun when Harm got home. He had a thousand and two ways to make "his sweetie" blush in very interesting places.