In the spirit of the holiday (for some of us), I thought I would finally indulge you in the tip of the Hawkeye/Lucy iceberg. 

Enjoy :)

She opened her door slowly. He stood in front of her, leaning against the doorframe, as was customary for him.

"Hi." She said, unable to pull her gaze away from his eyes, which, only a couple days ago had burned with a hatred she would not soon forget. He said nothing. Just looked. She stepped aside to let him into her tent. The two sat down, side by side on her cot, and having broken the gaze, were unable to re-establish it. They sat in silence for minutes.

Hawkeye shifted so he faced her profile. She continued to stare at the ground, too ashamed to even say sorry for her actions. He reached out a hand and gently stroked her cheek. Her eyes shut, and she shuddered softly. He slid his fingers along her jawbone, and she lifted her head. She turned her body to face him, so they were sitting crosslegged on her bed.

He moved closer to her, assuming a kneeling position, and took her face in his hands. She rose up with him, and softly ran a hand down his arm.

"Lucy." He whispered her name, letting it fall from his lips slowly, "Lucy."

She moved towards him, so they were inches apart from each other.

"I'm so sorry." She murmured emotionally, "I didn't know what I was doing. I didn't-"

He silenced her with a kiss, pulling her to him fiercely, yet gently at the same time. Their lips met softly, over and over again. He reveled in the feeling of her velvety soft lips, and she in the depth of his passion. He wrapped his arms tightly around her, and she surrendered to him, letting herself be enveloped in his loving embrace. She nipped softly at his bottom lip, and he prodded her gently until she opened her mouth. She sighed, trembling from the rush she felt. He stopped the kiss for air, and the both of them were breathing heavily.

"Hawkeye, could this be anything like love?" she asked tearfully.

"I'm willing to find out." He muttered, brushing a strand of hair out of her eyes.

They kissed again, lying down on her bed side by side, arms and legs entwined, bodies so close that no space was left between them.

"We are out of our minds." she added.

"And right into our hearts." He whispered against her lips, stroking her cheek with his hand, and letting it wander up into her long, soft, sweet-smelling hair. It smelled of roses. They kissed once more softly. He pulled her tightly against him, but still she wasn't close enough to satisfy him. She could never get close enough.

His head was swimming. He wasn't sure if he was breathing or not. The only sound he could hear was her soft breathing against his lips, and all he could feel was the rise and fall of her stomach. He wanted to explore every inch of her soft skin, and take his time while doing it.

"I want to make love to you." He mumbled into her forehead.

She gave a small sigh of content, holding his arms around her, and kissing his neck seductively. "I feel like I've been waiting years for you to say that."

She didn't know why, but he had always been familiar to her: like he had been right under her nose for the longest time, but she had never noticed.

"Not now, though."

Lucy couldn't help but giggle at the look in his eyes, which was a mixture of molten desire and the goofiness that was always lurking in him.

"And why not?"

"Because it needs to be absolutely perfect. Not like any of that fast stuff."

"Well then," she purred in his ear, and trailing kisses from the nape of his neck to part of his exposed collarbone, "until we're ready, I guess I can just undress you with my eyes."

He inhaled sharply as her tongue dipped into the groove of his neck, and he grabbed her by the wrists, pinning her down.

"Major, you're being very bad," He smirked, biting at the soft skin of her neck, "I may be forced to leave marks."

"Hawkeye..." she moaned. He looked up into her eyes.

"If you say my name like that again, I may have to take 5 cold showers a day for the next couple weeks."

She smiled down at him, stroking his dark hair.

"We have to go on duty soon. It might be best if we actually get some sleep."

"Can I stay with you?" he asked, once again fingering her delicate jawbone, fascinated by how beautifully sculpted her face was.

"Of course." She pulled on his arm, and he scooted up on the cot, lied down next to her, and encircled her in his arms. She felt warm and safe in this spot, like nothing could possibly harm her. Finally, a feeling of complete happiness washed over her, as all thoughts of the past few days were permanently flushed from her mind.

"Goodnight, Hawkeye. I love you." She said, kissing him tenderly. He held her in the embrace, reveling in her aura.

"Goodnight, Lucy. I love you too."