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Title: The Green Ones
Rating: 13
Disclaimer: I don’t own JAG or Harm, or Mac, or M&Ms, or anything but the thoughts inside my head, really.
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AUTHOR’S NOTE: *And finally, a shout-out to AeroGirl, who continues to inspire me with her hilarious flashfics.
I was at the office vending machine and found a little inspiration…
“Hey, Mac, do you have the McMahon file?” I ask as I walk through the doorway and over to her desk.
“Yeah, just a sec.” She reaches into her desk drawer and pulls out the requested item. “Oh, hey, you want some M&Ms?”
“Sure.” I hold out my hand to accept a few. “So why did the blonde get fired from the M&M factory?”
“I don’t know. Why?”
“She kept throwing out all the W’s.”
Mac smacks me playfully. “You just be glad I’m not blonde.”
“Oh, I am, believe me. But you don’t mind jokes like that?”
She shrugs. “Not really.”
“Good, `cuz I’ve got a ton of them saved up. Y’know, two years ago I couldn’t say any of them. One dumb blonde joke would’ve cost me three days of listening to Reneé bitch at me.”
Mac passes me a jar of M&Ms, and after a cursory glance at the contents, I notice there are no green ones. “What happened to all the green ones?” I ask.
Mac opens her mouth and shows me the lingering green color on her tongue, proving that they really do melt in your mouth, not in your hand. My eyes widen. “You ate them all?”
She cocks an eyebrow at me and walks saucily to the doorway, swaying her hips deliberately as she does. She pulls the door shut quietly and grabs the rod from the blinds, giving it one quick twist with her fingers to cut off the view from the bullpen. She strikes a sexy pose.
“Well,” she says, “you know what they say about the green ones…”
(PS: If you *don’t* know what they say about the green ones, feel free to ask. ;D
PPS: No offense meant to any blonde shippers out there! We’re all in this together!)
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