AN: And here we are, the final chapter (which is kind of part two of the last one). Thank you so much to everybody who's been following this, I've loved having your company while I play around with these characters. There'll be an epilogue after this, and then I'll hopefully be back sometime soon with a new idea and a new story about our favourite pair!

They begin the short walk back to camp, her arm around his waist and his possessively around her shoulder, and both slightly dishevelled. Hawkeye picks a piece of grass out of her hair as they walk. "So why'd you and Frank come back from Tokyo so early?"

"Well, I found out as soon as we arrived that he had a wife, and I was kind of sick of being alone. Then I thought I'd be able to leave early and not have to travel with him, but the creep was lurking around outside my hotel room!"

"Ugh, what a creep. You can do so much better than him." he says smugly.

Margaret smiles at him seductively, "Are you sure about that? On paper you're a downgrade."

"Oh sure, but you haven't seen what I can do off paper yet."

"Oh I think I have some idea." she says, trailing a finger on her free hand down the middle of his chest.

They're in the outskirts of camp now. Hawkeye drops a quick kiss on her lips, and a nearby enlisted man who'd been working on a jeep drops parts of the engine he'd been fixing. Margaret giggles, and Hawkeye looks at her in surprise, pleasantly surprised to see a glimpse of her softer side. As they near the mess tent and the centre of camp they're met with scattered applause and wolf whistles. When they enter the tent, arms still around each other, Frank drops the mug and tray he's holding, his face aghast. It takes a lot of restraint for Hawkeye not to kiss Margaret soundly in front of him; instead he guides her to an available seat possessively and goes off to get them food. "Don't get me too much, I want room for dessert." She calls out to Hawkeye with a suggestive wink and Frank whimpers and flees. Hawkeye comes back with one tray to share and they eat quickly, seemingly oblivious to the gaping, whispering people around them. The pair finish their food quickly and Margaret all but pulls Hawkeye from his place on the bench before pulling him, laughing, across the compound to her tent.

The tent door has barely closed before their mouths crash together, the desire that's been building since that fateful day coursing through them Margaret takes Hawkeye's hat and flings it across the room, and hers soon follows. Fingers fumble with buttons, neither of them able to undress the other as fast as they'd like. Hawkeye pulls away slightly and mumbles "Wait a minute wait a minute.."while Margaret continues attacking his lips. She stops and looks at him questioningly, slightly annoyed. "You take off your jacket, I take off mine, and then this will all be easier." Margaret nods in agreement, and before Hawkeye is even half way in undoing his, she's taken hers off, lifted her shirt over head without bothering with buttons, and is halfway through unzipping and removing her her skirt and busily kicking off her shoes. He catches sight of her in nothing but a her underwear, stockings and garter belt and groans. "You're one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen." he tells her honestly. Margaret blushes under his gaze and Hawkeye pulls her to him and kisses down her neck and across her collarbone. Margaret moans in response. When she recovers she growls "If you don't hurry up and take your clothes off I'll cut your buttons off."

"Why Margaret, no respect for the uniform!"Hawkeye jibes.

She silences him by putting her hand down the front of his pants, he gasps when she finds her target and gives it a firm squeeze. Margaret doesn't even grin, already too breathless with the anticipation of what's to come. Hawkeye then rips his coat open, buttons flying everywhere, and lifts his arms up as Margaret pulls his shirt over his head. Now they're getting somewhere. She takes one look at his lean, muscular chest and licks her way up his breastbone. He tastes salty, male, and like something else distinctly him. Unable to stand it anymore, Margaret's deft fingers undo his belt and swiftly relieves him of his pants and shorts before pushing him back onto her bunk and pulling off his shoes. She stands between his legs as he pulls any remaining clothes from her body, ripping her nylons in the process. "Hey, you owe me for those, you're lucky I wasn't wearing my silk pair!". Hawkeye simply grunts and pulls Margaret down on top of him. Their lovemaking is frantic and frenzied, both of them fighting for dominance, both unused to having a partner that's able to keep up with them. Eventually they both collapse into a sweaty heap. Hawkeye brushes his damp, black hair out of his eyes and winces at the scratches he can feel on his back. He looks down at the lovely creature next to him; she's lying curled into him, blonde hair around her like a tousled halo looking incredibly relaxed incredibly satisfied Hawkeye grins to himself. Margaret looks up and beams at him. God she's beautiful. "Hey," he says, "We should do this again sometime."

"Always with the joking." she mumbles into his chest, but she doesn't look annoyed.

"But really, you're the most amazing woman I've ever met." he murmurs while nibbling on her ear. Things are starting again.

"That's better. You're not so bad yourself." she says, bringing his mouth to hers.

Hawkeye's sure they'll talk about feelings someday, they definitely have them, particularly where each other are concerned, but for they seem to find it easier to express things physically, because that's just who they are.

FIN