Title: Taste
Author: SP
Rating: Teen
Pairing: Hawkeye/B.J., of course!
Disclaimer: I don't own MASH. If I did, it would've been even slashier than it already was, if that's humanly possible.
Summary: Hawk and Beej are, well, Hawk and Beej! SLASH
A/N: I suck at writing Charles.
Dedication: For Lee. Merry Christmas! I'm sorry it's short...my MASH muse has abandoned me.
"Foods," I announce, coming into the Swamp and sitting on the end of B.J.'s cot.
Charles groans, but B.J. just looks up at me and grins. "Okay…spaghetti," he replies, sitting up.
"Ice-cream."
"Martini."
"That's not a food!" I protest.
B.J. raises his eyebrows. "It is too, you just can't think of another 'i'."
"I can," Charles interrupts us. "Imbecile."
"That's not a food either…but we'll accept it."
Charles huffs and stalks out of the Swamp.
B.J. shrugs. "Eggplant," he continues, without missing a beat.
"Turkey."
B.J. adopts a mischievous smile. "You."
I return the smile. "I'm not food."
"Maybe not, but you taste good," B.J. replies.
"Oh I do, do I?"
He nods emphatically. "Oh yes." Then he leans towards me and captures my lips with his own.
I smile against his mouth. I will never get tired of this. I love how B.J. takes the initiative and always kisses me first. Then I know he wants this too, and isn't just going along with what I want. But then, he isn't the type to do that. People underestimate B.J. sometimes.
B.J. shifts closer, and presses our chests together with a soft chink of dog tags. After a few moments, I gently pull away.
"That was dangerous," I chastise him.
He grins. "Maybe, but you liked it."
I tilt my head. "Well, yes…upside-down cake."
B.J. chuckles. "Eggs."
"Spinach."
"Hawkeye." My name is accompanied by a not-so-subtle glance to my lap.
Unfortunately, before anything more can happen, I hear Radar shouting "Choppers!"
"Just our luck. As usual."
"There's always tonight."
"Yeah," I sigh. "Come on. They need us." B.J. and I run out of the Swamp, and up to the chopper pad.