I don't own MASH.
Jackie went to Post-OP looking for Hawkeye. It had been 2 days since she had seen Charles and she was fine with that.
Since she had seen him she couldn't get the thought of him out of her head, even in her sleep she saw him. She couldn't get the vision of him out of her head.
The look in his eyes in the Colonel's office as they had argued, moving closer and closer to each other. Anger had faded way to desire and how she wanted to indulge. Just thinking back on it her blood heated up and her heart would start to race.
There were a couple nurses there, but no doctors. She greeted the nurses and took a look around the room. They had had an influx of injured coming in. She looked around the room and found herself staring down at Private James Cooper. She froze.
She moved to his side and took hold of his hand. James moved and then opened his brown eyes, his brown hair moving slightly. "Jack?"
She nodded. "Hey James," she said softly. James took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Did you get yourself injured again?"
"Yeah," James said, chuckling softly. "New unit, went right into battle and then got hit hard." He narrowed his eyes as he looked at her. "What are you still going here? Didn't they ship you out?"
She never thought about what they would have told her former unit. She opened her mouth to speak when she heard a yell. She turned to see a nurse hit the ground and Korean soldier glaring at the room. The tension in the room was high. She stood slowly, her eyes focused on the soldier.
He was glancing around the room, looking at everyone with a suspicious look on his face, his hands were in tight fists. He turned and looked at her.
The door opened behind her, but she didn't turn. The soldier had made eye contact with her and she couldn't break it. Her focus was solely on this soldier who was displaying anger and aggression. This situation needed to be defused calmly.
Charles had heard the yell outside of Post-OP as he was briefing Hawkeye. Both men had run into the room.
The Korean soldier had woken up and was freaking out. Charles had been afraid of this. He was glaring at the room, his eyes jumping around from one person to the next before settling on another soldier who was slowing standing up. His gaze remained focused at that moment.
It took Charles about a second to realize that the solider standing was Jackie. He took a step forward when Hawkeye grabbed his arm to hold him back. The situation was volatile. They had to be careful.
Charles stared at the woman as she slowly approached the Korean soldier. His heart was pounding in his chest as she moved closer and closer to him. The Korean soldier was clearly agitated even though he had no weapon in his hands. What the hell was Jackie thinking?
Then, in the blink of an eye, Jackie was within arms reach of the Korean soldier and he wasted no time reaching out and her neck was in his hands. Everyone moved forward but her hand came up, stopping them. Her eyes were still focused on the soldier.
Charles had moved enough to see Jackie's face. Her eyes remained focused on the man before her, her face showing no pain.
This was a side of Jackie he had only seen when he first met her. The soldier side. Strong, fierce and determined.
The two stood quietly. Charles watched as the grip tightened on her neck even more and he knew that she had to be feeling pain. He fought against the urge to rush forward and rip those hands off her neck.
Something happened in those few moments. The soldier's eyes softened slightly before he slowly removed his hands from her neck. Charles' eyes went to her neck. He could already see the red marks there. He had been trying to strangle her, and yet Jackie hadn't let out any indication that she was hurting at all.
The Korean soldier raised his hands in the air to surrender. Jackie did the same. Then she spoke Korean to him in a soft tome. He nodded before they both lowered their arms. He moved calmly back to the cot he had been lying on before. She moved next to him and spoke to him softly in Korean. She then gestured to a nearby nurse who stepped over cautiously.
"He'll cooperate now. He was just scared."
The nurse nodded before smiling at the soldier. She then was able to check his vitals. The Korean soldier was even able to give a small smile back at the nurse.
Jackie stood and turned. She saw Hawkeye and Charles both staring at her. Her gaze then went to James, who was looking at her firmly. It was like he was seeing her for the first time. Then his eyes narrowed and hardened, then she knew. He had figured it out, knew she was a woman. He had already seemed suspicious and this had just confirmed it.
James had a look of hatred on his face, as if he had been betrayed. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. She knew that this was a possibility if they found out.
Charles moved forward and instantly put his hands on her neck, checking her injury. Her eyes widened and her blood started to heat up. She wanted to move away from him, but found that she just couldn't do so, didn't want to.
"Come with me and I'll take a closer look. Those marks could bruise and there could be other damage."
His hands moved from her neck and he looked at her seriously. Jackie couldn't help the flush the filled her cheeks. She nodded and looked down for a moment, suddenly finding it hard to look into his eyes.
Charles' raised an eyebrow at her behavior. She had no problem staring at a Korean soldier that had his hands around her throat trying to kill her but she couldn't look him in the eyes. Her face was flushed and he was confused, but also found the look so very charming on her.
He lead her into the next room, leaving Hawkeye and the nurses in Post-OP. He had Jackie take a seat on the table in the quiet room, sitting on the edge. He went to work inspecting her neck.
His fingers ran over her skin softly as he inspected the red marks. Her skin was so soft under his fingertips. It took all his concentration to stay focused on his task. He ignored the soft skin, he ignored the beat of her increasing pulse, he ignored the flush of her cheeks.
At least he tried to do so, but it was increasingly difficult. Every touch of her skin on his caused a zing of pure lust to coarse through him.
"There may be some bruising," he said, his voice surprisingly calm despite the storm raging inside him, "but there doesn't appear to be any other damage."
She looked up at him with wide eyes. "Thank you," she said softly.
Charles stared into her eyes, his hands still gently caressing her neck. She was so close and she smelled so good.
Jackie didn't know what had come over her, but she leaned into Charles' touch as he moved closer to her, his body gently moving her knees to either side of his hips. He was so very close and still not close enough. She had never been this close to a man before, never wanted to.
Charles was the first and only man she had been like this with. He leaned in close, the tip of his nose brushing hers, his breath on her lips. Her eyes fluttered as she slowly licked her lips. He moved closer, his hands moving up into her short hair, holding her in place. As if she was going to move away from him. She moved slightly closer.
Every inch between then felt like a mile. The tension in the room was tight, waiting for that moment when his lips would touch hers.
A zip of electricity moved through her at the slightest brush of his lips against hers. She wanted more, needed more.
Then his lips were on hers, gentle for only a moment before turning passionate and wild. Her senses kicked into overdrive and she lifted her arms around him, pulling him closer. Her legs lifted around his waist, holding him close to her body. His own arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her even closer, her body tight against his own.
His hands moved down her body to her hips, holding her close against him. She let out a soft moan at the feel of him against her.
A loud bang caused the two to jump away from each other. Charles backed away from the table she sat on, his hands at his sides, his eyes wide. It was like he didn't know what had just happened.
Jackie could still feel the heat in her blood. She could feel the ghost of his body against her own. Her body was on fire as she looked at him, her heart pounding. What was this feeling?
"You'll be fine," he said firmly before turning around and walking out of the room, leaving a confused Jackie behind.
What the hell had just happened?
What the hell had just happened?
Charles felt he was running away like a child who had his hand caught in the cookie jar attempting to avoid getting in trouble.
His heart was pounding and he was incredibly aroused. He hadn't planned to kiss her, hadn't planned to even touch her.
Then he had touched her to check her injuries, her skin had been so soft. She had smelled so good and then her hair caressed him and it had felt so good. He couldn't stop himself from moving his fingers into her hair and feeling more of it. Her blue eyes had been shining at him and he he was drawn in.
She had seduced him and he had fallen right into it. Even now he still wanted her.
He walked back to the Swamp, which was devoid for both Pierce and Hunnicutt at the moment, which Charles was thankful for.
He sat on his cot and ran a hand over his head, taking a deep breath to calm his still racing heart.
She had felt so wonderful in his arms, kissing her had been so wonderful. He hadn't wanted to stop, had wanted to feel more of her body against his own. He had wanted her out of that uniform, wanted him out of his. The very thought of it caused his blood to heat up again.
They had been in a public place. Anyone could have walked in and seen them if that loud bang hadn't knocked him back to his senses. What the hell was going on with him?
Sure she was attractive. She was smart and brave. She had risked everything for the sake of her unit. They had spoken about so many things and he felt comfortable around her. He was attracted to her, wanted her.
Lust.
That was all it was. He was in lust with her. These other feelings weren't nothing, nothing at all.
He laid back down on the cot and took a deep breath, his mind firm. This was just lust, nothing more.
Although on some level he felt that there was something more here.
