A/N: My First MASH fic! Yay! This will be a series of drabbles, not sure how many.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. But I would like a Hawkeye.
He watches her, almost all the time now, out of the corner of his eye, in Post-Op, anywhere. Of course, his patients still get all of his attention on the operating table, but, he didn't obsess over them half as much any more- he watched her, out of the corner of his eye, mostly, but sometimes giving into the urge to outright stare. He notices things he hadn't noticed in the past two and a half years, like the fact that when she yells at her nurses, she always regrets it afterwards, or that she stirs her morning coffee exactly fifteen times before drinking it, or that she plays with her hair when she was nervous and bit her bottom lip when she was scared and of course, that she watches him too.
Not as much, he doesn't think, but he notices her doing it. She does it in Pre-Op, mostly, when she thinks all of his attention is on the patient in front of him, maybe 99.9% of it is, but not all of it, there's always room for her. She's done it once or twice when they're eating, but normally she realizes he's looking then, and turns away quickly, BJ told him she does it in OR too, during one of his 'go-get-the-girl-you-idiot' talks, which are anything but inspirational. They annoy him, because he can't just go... the last woman he loved felt ignored, and this one's been through enough. More than enough.
But still, the thought that she watches him sends a warm feeling to his stomach and makes him blush.