AN: Hi all, sorry that this is taking a little bit longer than usual! Life is a bit busier than it was. Hope you enjoy this chapter :)

Hawkeye was walking leisurely out of the Swamp when he saw her charging towards him. Excellent, his prank had obviously had an effect.

"You insolent, childish, perverted scum, I oughta have you court martialled…"

"Heya Hot Lips"

Her eyes went wide and her mouth opened; no sound came out. Then she snapped her mouth shut and pressed her lips into a thin line before stomping her feet.

Hawkeye looked down at her feet and then back at her face. This was an even better reaction than he'd been hoping for. This was even better than the reaction he'd imagined he might get when he'd decided that announcing she was pregnant with his baby would be a good idea for the next time they were in OR.

Her chest was heaving and the air was so thick with tension that a knife would have trouble cutting it. The camp seemed to hold its collective breath, waiting to see how Margaret would end his life.

The pair stared at each other, momentarily lost in each other's eyes until neither of them could stand it anymore. Somewhere along the line the tension that had been between them since day one had gotten a whole lot more sexual. Their lips crashed together and she nibbled on his, begging for entrance. Figures that she'd take the lead. He took the opportunity to explore her mouth with his tongue. Margaret absently wondered if they were going to catch fire. Her arms wound around his neck while his hands travelled from their position on her waist down to squeeze her glorious behind. She moaned into his mouth and he smirked. That was when she bit his lip hard. He gasped before breaking the kiss, looking at her agape. She smirked back at him, watching his face split into a smile before she turned and quickly fled the scene. She was satisfied that he'd need a cold shower, but now she had to figure out what to do with herself.

"Hey Hawk!" Trapper called from the doorway of the Swamp, "What happened to you?" he asked suddenly having noticed Hawkeye's bleeding lip.

"Oh, nothing; had a run in with a nurse" he said aiming for and not quite hitting nonchalance.

"Had to be some nurse because if I didn't know any better, I'd say that had been done by teeth, and don't think I didn't see Hot Lips hurrying away from you. What did you do to her?"

"What did I do to her? She attacked me!"

Trapper didn't look like he quite believed him.

"You really are trying to get yourself killed".

He wasn't really quite sure what he was doing anymore, but death by Margaret didn't seem like a bad way to go. He sat, stunned, and pondered that that kiss had put him flat on his ass in a way that no other nurse here had managed. He tried to tell himself it was just because his lip had teeth marks in it, but somewhere deeper he knew that wasn't it. He knew he was seriously at risk of actually liking Hot Lips. He made a face as he squashed that thought back down where it belonged.

"What's that look for?"

"Nothing"

Trapper's face in turn said that he didn't believe him.

Margaret, meanwhile, was leaning on the inside of her tent door, trying to figure out what the hell had just happened and, more importantly, how she had let it happen. It wasn't just that. It was that it had been amazing and that part of her wanted to go and find him again, drag him back to her tent and demand that he finished the job. This of course meant that she absolutely had to pretend that nothing had happened and that he had no effect on her at all. She checked the clock on her wall and noticed that it was time for post op duty. She did her best to compose herself and walked out into the compound.

Frank gasped, "Margaret, you're late! Is that blood on your face? What happened? My poor darling…"

Oh, crap. She'd forgotten he'd been on duty. She felt like she'd momentarily forgotten most things.

"Oh hi Frank. I must have cut my finger, rubbed my face and not noticed" she said, almost too casually.

Frank's beady eyes looked down at her hand and up again. He didn't see anything, but why would she lie? "Here, let me clean your face for you".

Margaret bristled slightly. She hated looking unprofessional in front of the patients and any nurses that might be around. Her relationship with Frank was supposed to be a secret. "Well why did you go and kiss Hawkeye in broad daylight in the middle of the compound then?" hissed a nasty little voice inside her head. It was only a matter of time before that juicy little bit of gossip found its way to Frank.

Over at the Swamp Frank returned from his shift about the same time as Radar was coming around with the mail.

"Letter from your wife, sir"

"Wife?" exclaimed Trapper "Does Hot Lips know about that?"

"Are you talking about Margaret? You disrespectful cretin!"

"Didn't you know, that's her actual nickname"

"You're lying!"

"Hey, you're the one who has a mistress and a wife"

"You're married and you sleep with nurses"

"Yeah, but I don't have a dedicated mistress, I share it around"

Frank's eyes fell on Hawkeye having suddenly noticed him. Hawkeye had been trying to stay out of it. Frank's eyes narrowed "What happened to your lip?"

"I slammed it in a door, Frank" He said with the bored indifference that he found suited almost everything to do with Frank.

"Ha, you're more of an idiot than I thought!"

Trapper and Hawkeye shared a look.

"What? What's that about?"

Not wanting to have this conversation, Hawkeye quickly deflected, "Hey Frank, are you gonna tell Hot Lips about your wife or should we?"

"You wouldn't dare!"

"Oh really?"

"And her name is Margaret."

"So Frank, are her lips really hot?" Trapper couldn't help himself, he was enjoying both teasing Frank and the compromising situation that his friend had gotten himself into.

Hawkeye shot him a dirty look, and Frank noticed. Frank also noticed that though the question was being directed at him, Trapper was looking at Hawkeye. Frank always did choose the most inconvenient times to be observant.

Frank gasped, eyes widening, "Pierce, what did you do to her!"

"Oh gee, Trap, thanks for that."

TBC